International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

It'sMEE's Dream(s)

I'm in a forest. I wonder around for a bit and then sit down to get the leaves out of my shoes.

*Memory lapse*

There is a raised path next to me and it slope downhill. Someone on a bike cycles down it, and then over a jump. Instead of landing on the ground, the bike and the person riding it dissapear.

This could be a seperate dream, or part of the first one - there are people in white cars driving around. I sit down at a white plastic table that has a red and white umbrella above it. There are people sitting at some other tables, and I wonder how I got here. As the woman running the place gives me a drink, I try to remember how I got here. I remember the person on the bike from the other dream, but other than that I can hardly remember anything. I drink the drink. It's lemonade. But it's blue. Then I suddenly decide I have to be dreaming, so I RC. I'm lucid and I look around. I get up and go over to the nearest person and tell them that this is a dream. They just laugh, and then I say I can prove it. I jump up and float in the air for a bit and then land.
"If this isn't a dream, how can I do that?" I drink the lemonade, but now it tastes like coca-cola. "Are you a dreamer?" again, the person just laughs at me. I tell him that he wouldn't know if he was asleep if he doesn't do a reality check. I can't convince him. So I sit down again and decide if anyone here is dreaming, I need to do something memorable, so I reach into the back pocket of my shorts and grab my phone. I find a piece of music and play it full volume. It get's about half way through before the woman running the place comes over and asks me to turn it down. I look at her badge, and the name says 'E. Castillo'. This gets me all excited, and I ask her
"Are there any mini chichen-itzas around here? Where people can stay?"
"You want across the street, love." she points over at where all the white cars are driving. There are trees in the way, so I can't see. "Dead expensive though, dear."
"Right." I nod. "How much was the drink?" I ask.
"On the house." says E. Castillo, and I get up to go over to the other side of the street. When I reach the trees, however, everything goes distorted. I rub my hands and spin around. "No, no I don't want to leave the dream yet!" I say, but I'm beginning to feel my real body. I wake up and grab my phone. The time is 3:58, so I disable my four o'clock alarm.