International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Bihon's Dream

I was trapped in a hole with a few other friends, some who I didn't know of. One of the girl's face was distorted, like a monster's. There were four people, and we had to try to get each other out, but the moment we all got out, we all just jump back in (thrice this happened). The monster girl got a phone call, and it seemed that we were part of an evil guy's plan to torture us.

Later, I was in this park, there were some parts before it that I can't recall. In this place in that area, we've made a sanctuary, but we've stolen more than half of the stuff we've decorated it with. It had shelves, and seemed more like an altar. I believe there was this monster there.

I had to get to this place, and as I walk through this city, I see people lounging around, many in costumes/cosplay. Some even had armour, and I was soon running for they started attacking me. It seemed like I was wanted, as I try to flee, dodging attacks. Before writing this, I read a dream journal, and I realized that the whole place really looked like a convention (People in cosplay, and such). I was attacked with a fireball at first from a witch, but I dodge it. Later, crossbows were pointed at me, but I deflected them with an armour on my arm (dressed as ANBU now). People then started attacking me with fencing swords, which I bent and snapped with my fingers. People with crossbows were dressed in WoW style armour, the witches were dressed in colourful dresses, but the fencers were wearing civilian. A couple more fireballs after that, I escaped. I reach the building exhausted as I enter this room. I asked to call my mom because I forgot my phone, and my hands shook so I had a hard time dialing.

There was all this commotion going on in a street, and I was walking with my mom. I realize that my cousin and his supposed 'dad' was there. They had set up a freak show of some sort for people to see. On my cousin's chest, a hole had formed, where they've attached a small chanism, and when it was cranked a string of his guts came out. My supposed uncle though, had a bigger hole (sometimes he was a she) and he would lean over for a piece of insides to hang out. It looked real, not of any real organs though, my mother then said she felt sick, as I stared with interest.

Fragments: Hang out with a friend, get to this place, my other cousin there, looking years younger. My best friend asks me about dogs in a pet shop...