International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Evolventity's Dream

August 20, 2011

(Regular Dream) | Fell asleep by 4:30AM, woke up ~8AM, asleep at 10:30AM and woke up fully at 1:50PM.
-It's day time. I notice a crowd of bikers have arrived, it's like a convention. As I'm walking to my apartment door, two bikers back up into a parking spot near me. The dream glitches and they are on the sidewalk just in front of my door. I try to throw something into the dirt, like a piece of gum, and it hits the biker chick on the back. I say sorry but she gets off of her bike and begins complaining. She is 80 years old and has a horrible fake tan. I tell her not to kick me and she kicks her foot in the air and says "kick kick kick." I continue moving backward, and our dialogue is repeated many times, until I am near the apartment mailboxes across the parking lot and next to the garbage bins. Mancon comes along and says he's going to upload this in the main #DV room. I figure this lady and I are in a PM. (Skip) Instead of bikers inhabiting the complex, I now feel like they are DJ's and CD's are about to be burned. Images of colorful CD's being duplicated and enlarged fill my vision.

(Regular Dream, Fragment)
-I'm on M*s laptop again and notice the layout is distorted from messing with the source code. The text has changed and there is no memory on the drives. There is an option to kill and fix the computer, which I click.

(Regular Dream, Fragment)
-I'm laying in bed with M* in an unknown house or apartment, seemingly in a dining room-like area near a kitchen. We're enjoying our time together when my friend K*G* walks in with a crowd of friends whom are quite loud. Because M* is skittish around people like my friends, he tries getting up to leave and cries. I try to hold him with me. I stand up and explain to Kayla that he is shy.

(Lucid Dream, DILD)
-I'm hovering in the air above the black asphalt in the parking lot of my apartment complex. Luckily this LD has occurred in the day time. I continue to float around 5 feet in the air towards the main street through the less-steep road. As I slowly pass some bushes, I touch them and think how beautiful this moment is. I also wonder what other dreamers would think of simply enjoying the scenery in a dream. I turn the corner and see an attractive guy with black hair turn into the complex in a grey sports car. Even though he's gone I ask him why he did so in such a manner. He gave me a reply that I do not recall. I continue in the air up the street. I see a little black girl on the sidewalk who seems to need help. As I go to her, I acknowledge how I am using my arms like wings, in a robust but slow kind of way. I think that that the physical sensation of this is what has kept me lucid for the time I have been flying. My slight pessimism kicks in and I take a look at my hands to make sure I'm stabilized. I worry a bit about losing the dream. I address the girl and see she is wearing a yellow shirt with the letter "M", meaning McDonalds, on the front. I say "You are delicate." I try to pick her up to fly with me and lose my lucidity. Wake up.