International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

It'sMEE's Dreams

1st Dream

I'm in a room with lots of people who I guess are from my school. There are tables and glass cases, so the room looks like a musuem. The glass cases have things in them and the tables have plastic trays and other things, including piles of pencils. People begin to put various items in the plastic trays, matching up the shapes of the 'artifacts' in the glass cases. Once they've got it correct, a small speaker under the table plays a message. For a while I just stand and listen and work out that each table is giving out clues, or something like that, about people I know. And somehow, I know there is going to be one about me. I go to the nearest table and pick up a heavy red thing. It's sort of cone shaped, only the end is rounded and there's a metal hook at the front. I have no idea what it's for, but I try some shapes on the table and find one that fits. I can't remember what the message was, but it wasn't anything to do with me. I move on to another table, the one with the pile of pencils on it, and start putting pencils randomly into the tray. It's next to a window, so I look out briefly. There's a tall tower that looks kind of like a slide. After a while, I realise that there are slots for the pencils to fit into and I manage to click them into place. A little screen reads a number with a 'g', so I think that it must be reading the weight. I do another one, but I have no clue why because it just tells me the weight of a bunch of pencils. I go outside.

There's the tall tower, which I looked at inside. There are long, tassely silver and gold strips hanging down from the tower. If it is a slide, I'm looking at it from the back. I walk up to the tassels and go inside. There are more strips of silver and gold. I walk blindly around for a bit, when I come out into the middle. There are ladders all around. I climb one and find a maze-like room, with plenty of doors. I try the nearest one to find it's locked. I climb back down and leave the tower. I'm about to go back inside, when something red shoots out the middle of the tower. I chase after it and find a bright white alley. There are people there, some who I know and i notice they are all the people described in the museum. They have paint on their faces, two horizontal strips on each cheek. The red thing is laying at the back.
"What is that?" I ask them. They shrug, and then something else shoots down the alley. Someone catches it before it hits someone else in the face. I see they are wearing gloves. The thing they have caught is a translucent blue-tinged gunk in a large football shape. They dip it in a bucket of stuff that looks like lime jelly and pass it to a girl who's just finished putting paint on her face. She throws it into the red thing. Now everyone seems to know what they're doing, and I take over catching the blue gunk with everyone cheering me on.

I don't know how long I spent catching the blue stuff, but I end up with three friends in a room exactly the same as the room we were given on a school trip last week. The walls are dull grey, and the floor a dull green. The room is about 3x3 metres big with two bunk beds packed in on the left and at the back of the room. For some reason, I have a pile of soaking clothes that I want to hang up, but there isn't anywhere to hang them as I'm on the top bunk. I start to hang them off the edge of the bed, but my friend on the bottom bunk protests. "Ew, don't hang them there, I have to sleep here!" so I drop the clothes on the floor. I realise I'm wearing some weird grey and white shirt made of rubber. "Huh? Why am I wearing this?"

The the dream ends

2nd dream

I'm playing a joke on my little sister. I've cut up some straws and put them over my teeth to make vampire fangs. My little sister gets really scared. I laugh loads and pull the fangs off.
"How did you do that?" my little sister sniffs.
"They're straws." I say simply.

3rd dream

I'm in a room, a tall, white-walled room. I get the feeling that it's really old, because the walls seem to be slanted like they're sagging in. There is someone behind me. I turn around.
"Do you know where you are?" he asks (I'm pretty sure it was a 'he')
"No." I reply.
"Do you know why you don't know where you are?"
"No!" I say "Should I know?"
"Have you really no clue where you are?"
"No, where am I?" But he just walks away. It seems like it's sort of foggy in here. I walk forwards, and ahead of me is a sign that says 'Please wash your Bum.' This startles me, so I look away and when I look back, it says 'Please wash your Hobo' I sigh and look around. Suddenly the fog is gone, and the room is filled with what are clearly tramps. I go up to one who's not quite as tall as me and is standing there scratching his back. I notice a huge bathtub.
"Do you know where you are?" asks Shorty.
"No, and I don't know why I don't know where I am and why I should be here." I sigh.
"I'd have thought that'd be obvious. Have you tried looking up?" Shorty holds his thumb up at shoulder height, and I look up. The ceiling probably isn't a quarter of the size as the floor. Light is coming in from each side of the ceiling. When I look back down, Shorty and all the other tramps have gone. I'm frustrated because I don't have any clue what is going on and I wish I knew where I was and everyone seems to know something I don't, and that annoys me. The guy from before is back.
"Can you tell me where I am?" I ask. "And what I'm doing here." but before anything else happens, the light goes out and it's pitch black. There's suddenly a pot in one corner, and light is coming out of it. I don't remember what happens next, but I end up staring into the pot. At the bottom is an image of something, but I can't tell what. The person has followed me.
"Still don't know where you are or how you got here?" I shake my head. "Isn't it obvious? You really thought you were awake?"
The picture at the bottom of the pot is getting clearer, it looks like a huge row of columns. They look sort of old and crumbly and I'm about to step into the pot because now I know I'm dreaming and I want to go to wherever that picture is of, when I wake up.