International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

I am with some friends in the city preparing to get high. Then a boy came that I suspected he was working for the police. He asked us if we will smoke something , but I said no. He still was trying to give us some weed, but I saw a hippie-like bus, with the colours of the rainbow parked in the street. I went in and saw it was very long and in the middle was something, but I cannot recall what. when I turned around I was in a factory, and someone shouted that I was making noise. Then an old actor from my country asked me why I am doing this. I am now on a golf course, and remember something about a mark near me, and telling that actor he is wrong. he started acting wierd then I woke up

Pichulick's Dream

I was at the entry of my block and on the benches was me and my future college friends. we were at a class with my highschool math teacher. He was teaching in English. He was talking so fast that I couldn't understand him, so I started to look back at another block because on it was the text in English.
A friend of mine popped out of nowere.
Then I was in an restaurant. I wanted to get out but couldn't find the exit. I saw some stairs and saw a door on top. I thought: "this is like a dream-like scenario, better concentrate on it" but didn't became lucid.
I arrived back in the restaurant, where were lots of people. I tried to pass next to a girl, then she saluted me! she was an colleague from highschool. She was a bartender. I left the place and fount the exit. It had two ways. I took the left one.
Now I am in a street, looking at a gypsy-teen pushing a cart. I left the place then came back at her because I realised my hoodie was near her. I took it and went away in fear that I got fleas from her.
I arrived at an intersection and I saw an boy from highschool in a car. Then I saw my dad with coloured bow and arrows. I left the area and got near my block, at a park with swings. I saw two friends across the street and we started fighting with snowballs.

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

26-09-11Again planned on doing a wbtb, but this is just not the technique for me unless it happens naturally, which it does quite a lot. My recall has taken a dip, like a massive dip. I only remember forgetting more dreams than actually recalling them.

My intentions were same as before, decide what to do once I am awake during the wbtb. I only managed to think of Chichén Itzá firmly a couple of times. Anyways here goes.

“Mountain temple, in my honour”

The dreams starts out in birds eye perspective and I am looking at the mountains. In the midst of all the dark grey cliff tops covered in snow there is this temple to me, it looks a lot like La Sagrada Famila and there is a small city below.

I was a warlord or deity/demigod. I had constructed a temple high in the mountains. Some of the walls leading up to the main temple building from the city below looked a bit like the artwork of the original front entrance of La Sagrada Familia. The walls kept growing longer and longer throughout the dream.

Below the temple there was a city that I had constructed and continued to develop through the course of the dream. The houses were mainly constructed out of brick walls though it looked crude and pelleted and less like actual masonry.

I am walking through the city trying to find a spot where I can build more homes. The way this works is by me finding a piece of wall and trying to put down a house where I want it to be constructed. I am walking under this bridge, I think I have a brief moment where I think to myself that it is completely illogical that the bridge is where it is. The bridge means that there are only a few selected places where I can put down the housing. The invisible plan I am dragging around for the house lights up in blue when I find a suitable area.

I can only put two or three rows of housing under the bridge and I abandon the idea and start walking out in the city again. I then look up and realise that I haven't utilised the upper floors of most of the buildings I have already placed. This will be a great way to achieve more space for my followers. I don't think I actually need more, but more space might lure more, which might have some sort of benefit.

As I am standing contemplating the difficulty of what I am about to endeavour into, Guilermo of weeds walk up to me with a Glock in his hands. He is out to get me, though I can't exactly remember why so, but I know he has a fairly good reason. I look around and see that it will be difficult for me to run.

A stranger shrouded in darkness comes up and somehow wrestle the gun from Guilermo, think in retrospect he might have used telekinesis because it happened from a far. The stranger proclaims that there is only one shot left in the gun and it is useless or something. Guilermo pulls the trigger into his own finger and one shot is fired but doesn't cause him harm or even pain it would seem.

I flee back to my flat (apparently forgetting that the temple is for me). And soon thereafter Michael L comes knocking on my door. He has basically assumed the role of Guilermo and is out to get me now. I think I manage to beat him up a bit and wrestle the gun from him.

I go to bed and wake up shortly after to the sound of Michael and another bloke in the room. We take a trip down strange lane as Michael explains that he has found a neutral party to rationalise why he has a right to kill me. This guy Michael explains is called Jesper and he knows both of us.

I explain that I don't know him, and then Michael explains a bit more about him. It turns out that Jesper is a good friend of Michael's family and that he has once been in their house with my dad when they were working as builders. So I object to this allegedly “neutral” party and start beating up Michael again. I end up punching the wall pretending it to be Michael's head, which seems to work as I am gradually getting closer to the wall with each successive punch. In the end I have bashed his head into oblivion with my knuckles and I am making holes in the wall.

I then start talking to Jesper trying to justify my actions, and maybe keep him around a bit so he doesn't go running straight to the cops. Jesper tries to explain that Michael was just disappointed in me. I say “Why did he always bring a gun when he came seeing me then!?” Jesper replies with suspicion in his voice. “It was a Glock” I say. “Shit” Jesper replies. I think he just figured out where his Glock had gone.

Skip

I am talking to Jesper that I bought this car in a second hand shop and that it was quite a good deal. Still in the room as the violence went down. The car came with a purse a rather large red handbag and I am a bit embarrassed about this. I do hope the keys are in there as I am rummaging through the bag. I pick out a bundle of keys and notice that not only are there keys to the car, but also a hell of a lot of other things. I remember one key in particular being fairly wide and blue/green. I was excited in finding out what these keys were for.

Wake up.

Notes: That stranger surrounded in darkness could well have been another dreamer. I had no idea why he was there or what he intended. I always seem to have a vague idea what DCs are plotting, though this guy/girl was a complete blank.

School day and abrubt awakenings sorry. So sad i don't remember any scenes just feelings.

I was lucid for a long time, i remember testing some dream control. And later i remember fighting giant robots/transformers and something about lasers perhaps. And quite possibly Oneironaut again. But it was definetly someone from this forum..

That's it.

Pajama Party

(this dream happened in the first couple of hours of sleep)

I am with an old friend, we are in somekind of a shop in the middle of a shopping mall. I think we are taking part in somekind of competition. We are wearing pajamas that we bought specifically for this occasion. Spotted tops and stripey bottoms - they look like old lady pajamas.

I turn to him and say 'I bet they've never sold this many copies of the same pajamas in the same day before!'

Showbiz school

I'm back at school, though it's crossed between my old work place. I'm finishing off the day by running some molds and casts for this horror movie that the school is producing. Nick Dudman (head of the creature effects department) is talking to another teacher about how they will be creating the sound of the creature's growl. And then continue to discuss the names that will be put into the end credits at the end of the movie, and how they thought the head teacher was a pompous ass.

As I walk out of the doors of the creature fx department and head back home the view switches to above - there are several different buildings to the school - all lit up in bright colors (it is night now), a friend next to me (an old neighbor who died years ago) tells me how the school started out with just the front building hear (focuses in on that building - it looks derelict now and old) he continues to say that my older sister went into the school when it was just starting out. The buildings from above look like miniatures created for a movie.

Star Wars light Sabers
I'm watching a documentary about how they will be using the classic effects of how they created the light sabers for the new clone wars series. They will be getting real people and then motion capture just the light sabers to make it look more authentic. I then have a false awakening, I know what I just had is a dream but have a false memory of my brother in law telling me the same thing so assume it is true.

Higgins
Dream about my dead cat - he is a grey fluffy persian cat, he looks perfectly fine and I am confused cause I thought he was dead.

CSI - New Arley
I am at a friends house - she is explaining to me that the village has just had a famous CSI agent move in - Horatio Cane, and that the village has had a zero crime rate since he has been around.

Teeth

I'm working a job in and office/lab. I walk over to a guy sitting at a large computer (it is my sister's partner) and ask him if I can borrow something from him - a small device (I can't remember what it does) A guy enters the office, he has a wierd virus and needs our help. It turns out that me and this other guy are the best people for the job, so I grab a pair of earphones - I need to use these to take a reading. I call the guy over to my desk and look at his face.

His teeth look crazy - he has a whole complete second set of teeth growing behind his first set, and behind the second set is the start of the third set. He looks like something from a horror movie.

'why are you not freaked out by me?' he says 'I look like something from a horror movie'

'I'm not freaked out because I had to deal with a very similar case last year - now hold still'

This is tricky, I need to dangle the pair of earphones down his throat and let the noise from the earphones vibrate and send me back a sonar image, but there doesn't seem to be much room left to dangle the earphones...

The inside of the mouth then turns into a typical 'skin' of a dragon



And I'm trying to work out how tocreate a 3d color print of this model.

Evolventity's Dream

September 25, 2011

Non-Lucid Dream. Fell asleep by 8AM, and woke up at 4PM.
-I'm with another male and female in a crowded, dim-lit, spacious building. It seems like a party. We are shape shifters. The man usually transforms into a blue creature (beast) like in X-Men and the woman can transform into a male super hero with white glowing eyes and stereotypical masculine features. While walking, we realize their ability is defective in that their shape shifter form is reversed and they can't turn back to human. We're being chased by government authority, a bitter middle-aged woman in a skirt dress being the leader. She points to us. The beast runs at her and punches the bitch in the face. The other shape shifter had come from behind her to attack as well, and 'he' is also hit by the beast. His ribs are cracked and he is lifeless. To heal and bring him back to life, a passionate kiss is given to him by the other shape shifter. Everyone watches in awe.

-I'm walking between desks. I'm in another dimly-lit building, this time like a classroom, or a library, and people are studying books on their desks. My friend K*G* is here...with weed. She gives it to me along with the bong to help everyone get high. Of course, I don't smoke any myself, and try not to breathe any smoke. (Skip) I'm in the bedroom with a M* who is laying on the bed, and I sitting on top of him. I'm giving him the bong to smoke, while covering my mouth. I want him to relax. The cops knock at the door. I hide the weed in a secret compartment on the side of a wooden TV stand against the wall. I put the bong back inside my dresser.

-I'm with Jennifer on a guys porch. We're digging through his stuff looking for weed. We're waiting for him to answer the door but he doesn't answer. Eventually he appears, walking up the steps with groceries, just coming home. The door is already open, and we wonder how; there must be a person already here. A secret lover? I walk in and see an old friend Z* who is in a towel after taking a shower. She looks a bit down and skittish. I tell her how she made my black suit that I'm wearing a shade lighter by hugging me with water while taking a shower.

Kumara's Dreams

I hate to even post these...I'm embarrassed about being stuck in my head!


My sister's new place and distressed little me

I am visiting the new place my sister and BIL (the one I like) just bought. They purchased a huge old building that used to be a church (now that I think of it, I may have dreamed of this building before). It's huge and empty, and she's telling me about their design plans.

I am in another room now, and there are two beds against the wall behind me. I feel like I'm a young child. I have a "pallet" to sleep on, on the floor, which looks like a black yoga mat. I turn away, then back again and when I look again there is a bed (the bed I've been wanting, I think) that is on top of my sleeping mat. I feel distress and start crying, I don't like that I've been displaced and that this girl just put her bed on top of my mat without talking to me.
I ask her to please move it somewhere else...maybe upstairs. Someone says there isn't an upstairs but I counter that I'm pretty sure there is. I cry some more and say, "I'm the child of an alcoholic and I don't like my routines to be upset."


Frances Dick and a box of dimes
I am sitting at a small round table, with a woman to my right and a man to my left. They both give a calm, professional vibe.
I am utterly in love with the man on my left. I am noticing how gentle and kind he is.
I am also noticing that we are actors, playing parts in a play that maybe the man had written. The woman says to me, "So you put yourself at the mercy of the court?" and I respond, "Mercy." I maybe signed something then, and our deal was done.
I continued to focus on the man and how good I felt to be with him. I said to myself, "I am totally in love with this character!" at which point I reminded myself...it's the CHARACTER I'm in love with, I don't really know this guy at all.

His name was floating through my mind...Dick. Francis Dick or Phillip K. Dick?
I kept reminding myself FIRMLY that it was Francis...I thought..."Francis Dick, the guy who writes about horses...NOT Phillip K. Dick, who is a sci-fi writer".
(I looked him up this morning and found a Dick Francis who writes mystery novels that feature racehorses, I've never read them but I am certain I have seen his books in stores before).

From there I'm in a room, some stuff I don't remember, then I decide I need to take a shower. I walk outside, apparently thoroughly confused, because I walk down a dark street, stop at a ditch and start to take my clothes off. After my clothes are off I realize there is no shower, and try to put my clothes back on or cover myself but now my clothes are very tiny and don't fit, and the towel I keep trying to cover myself with is more like a washcloth.

I find a box out by the ditch, and I remember there is a small box inside that has something that looks like a blue pincushion on top, only it is plastic and there is a compartment for each pin. Underneath, the box is full of dimes. I decide to keep them. I'm pretty sure the stuff was meant to be given away, which is why it was by the curb.

A girl comes by to help me pick up my stuff. I'm frustrated that I can't get my clothes on and now I seem to have a whole bunch of stuff that I don't remember having before, like my lunch cooler, that is falling all over the place.
I notice a woman stepping onto her front porch behind me, the porch lights come on and she lets two small dogs out onto her front lawn.
I think we finally get my stuff together to get going, and I'm thinking about the box of dimes and whether I should take it...I reassure myself that the box was put by the curb because it was meant to be given away.