International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Evolventity's Dream

August 27, 2011

(Regular Dream, Fragment) | Fell asleep ~5AM, woke up at 1:50PM.
-Timon, from Lion King, is charging me multiple times by my command.

(Regular Dream)
-I walk into a darkened area with another person. It seems like the back of a building and is pretty ghetto. The walls, people, and floor all look grunge. I see a man near a room, maybe a storage or garage. I'm standing in an open area. I am told to ask for a job. A couple others and I ask if we can sweep. There are already a couple of people sweeping the floor. The scene is much clearer now and I can tell we are in a ballroom. The walls and floor are a brownish color. It's very dim inside. I grab a broom and begin sweeping without the mans approval. He tells us to stop and we continue. We all ask for the price to be paid. He says $2. I yell $10 an hour. Everyone laughs. I say $5. Everyone thinks $2 is more. I explain the math and $5 is agreed upon. We sweep away. (Fragment) Still in the same ballroom, we are taking a yoga class. I remember crossing my arms as an 'X' and laying them on my forehead when laying down on my back, like everyone else. Somehow the dream turns bad and I'm trying to escape everyone. I'm hanging from the curtains very high up. I guess there are some people on my side being that they are chaining their bodies with mine using rope to reach the floor. (Fragment) I'm now a different person; a goddess or princess whom is trying to escape the ballroom. After walking down the cement stairs, she is barred in a cage and not able to go out. The man she is trapped by is looking at her.

(Lucid Dream)
-It's day time. I'm standing out of M*'s car along with my sister J* in the parking lot where he usually parks. We're talking about the changing color of the sky which we are able to control. The ease of using our mental will to change the color is like rolling a pencil with our fingers. Though, when adjusting the color of the sky, only the individual can see the color of which they willed. I asked J* what color she's using and she replies "purple." When looking into the sky, I had been continuously altering mine. J* and M* walked toward the apartment as I walked the opposite direction through the parking lot. I continue to look into the varied sky and its clouds. I think to myself how beautiful it is and that I don't often see things like this. I find myself making large jumps forward. I think that it's probable to make these jumps in the waking world. I look back at the sky and then it hits me. The only time I see scenes like this are in dreams and these jumps are surely not possible in the waking world. I'm dreaming. I continue to walk forward. I turn right at the corner when I reach the street. I am singing very loudly. The lyrics come to me without any focus and they are pretty damn good. I think about stabilization and take a look at my hands. I pretend to grab a pair of glasses and put them on my face, creating a sharper image. I see a car driving towards me a little ways down the street. I lay to the ground and lick the floor to help stabilize. It was rough as expected. I remember my little doubt problem I used to have and once again my vision is stamped with blackness, on my left side. Whenever this happens it feels like I am being blocked. I try to blink it away. I see a curtain and sunshine. I'm awake.