International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Stayed at my girlfriend's house and had restless sleep. As a result, I woke up several times recalling dreams, but didn't actually log them (I know, I know, but I was sooo tired). At this time I can only really recall the last 2.

Dream 1
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I was in a hotel room that was also open to the outside. Kind of like it had no walls, and yet it was still a 'room' somehow. I was packing a suitcase for a trip. I went into the bathroom to take care of some business. As I was on the toilet, I realized that I hadn't shut the door well. It was cracked open, and a girl came in. I covered myself and began to get embarrassed, but she said 'Oh, I don't care' and headed straight to the other side of the bathroom where there was another toilet. She dug around in the trash can that was next to the toilet, then left the bathroom. I washed my hands and went back out into the room.

Once there, I continued packing my suitcase. A friend from high school named Chris was there, and he was even bigger than I remembered. 6'8" and broad-shouldered. People were gathering around him and shouting, making disgusted faces and noises. He seemed to have maggots crawling over a wound in his arm, and I heard someone say 'He's got worms!' As my suitcase turned into my guitar case, Chris started to cry, and came over to me. 'I don't have worms,' he said. 'I went to my doctor today and he checked my wound and told me there was nothing in there but red blood cells. I'm clean, man!' I nodded, but kept my distance and continued packing. Dream fades.

Dream 2
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I was at a football camp, kinda like two-a-days from back in high school, but it was being held in several concrete-floored cafeterias. There were high school kids, but also older guys like me and friends Luke, Trey, and Willie. It seemed we had been invited to set a good example to the younger kids for how to work. During one of the scrimmage sessions, I went over to my friend Luke and said 'What are you doing tonite? I gotta get outta here!' 'What time?' he asked. 'I dunno, about 11,' I said. He replied 'Ok, I'll make arrangements.'

Then I went to another one of the cafeterias. I put some food in my mouth, and it was like a bunch of small spheres, about the size of unpopped popcorn. I realized I didn't like it and started to spit them out, but I couldn't get them all out. I was a bit embarrassed and tried to discreetly spit them into my hand and throw them on the floor. Finally I went over to a trash can and began spitting them out, but I couldn't ever get them all. The more I spit, the more were in my mouth.

A coach came over to me and said 'Hey, how is your health?' I said 'Fine coach..' He told me 'Well, we're all praying for you.' Then I woke up.