International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Ahsaka's Dreams

1. I was in the midst of working on a speech for an upcoming event when outside I heard the faint strains of violin music. It was Summer by Vivaldi. I went outside and followed the music to try find out where it was coming from.

2. I don't know why but I was left in charge of watching several kindergarten aged kids. There was something important I was supposed to be thinking about but the kids wouldn't allow me any time to think. They kept climbing on me and trying to play with me.

3. I was at a family get together. My sister was talking almost non stop, bragging about the places she's been and seen. It was rather annoying and I tried to ignore her by starting my own conversation with my brother. He had just started talking about his kids when my sister interrupted and started bragging about how wonderful and intelligent her little sons were. She happened to mention that they would be going to Mexico because her son was learning about it in school.

Quite suddenly I remembered writing, To Mexico or bust!! somewhere. I then decided that I would tag along with my sister to Mexico in an effort to further my own personal educational aspirations. i told her that I would come with her.

The dream scene changed. We were sitting in an airport. I was surprisingly calm and devoid of my fear of flying and I thought that this was very strange. I did a reality check simply because the lack of fear was unnatural for me. I quickly found out that I was dreaming.

I became anxious. I wanted to get to Mexico ASAP. I had the overwhelming feeling that this dream would be a short one. I attempted teleportation but found that I was anchored quite formidably in the airport. I tried spinning to change the scene but that did not work either. It only drew suspicious stares from the people around me. My sister looked very ashamed of me.

I knew the dream would end soon. I had not time to spare. If I could not get to Mexico maybe I could find Yeon in the airport crowd. I started yelling "Yeon" hoping someone would answer. No answer came so I began yelling "Windhover! I know you're here. It's me!" Still no answer. By this time I didn't particularly care that a crowd of bug eyed onlookers had gathered around me. I stood up on a bench and continued yelling, at the top of my lungs, for Windhover.

I woke up quite suddenly, frustrated that I had not gotten to Mexico or found Yeon/Windhover.