International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Kumara's Dreams

A mish-mash of fragments and in and out of lucidity...

Fragment 1: semi-lucid, frustrated because I couldn't seem to see anything. maybe a thin line in between my eyelids. I remember heavy eyelids and blackness, and trying to see.

Fragment 2: In a building, possibly my home (in the dream). The walls are painted a medium periwinkle blue, and there are rectangular objects on the wall (like transformer boxes) that are a lighter shade. The color has been done by my friend E, who is a professional color consultant IWL, and she is explaining to me how, "It's about the flow..."

Fragment 3 - Somewhat dissatisfying sexually stimulating fragment

Thank you for being in my dream

Dream 1 - I was lying on a couch, semi-lucid, semi-asleep. The couch reminds me of my grandparents' couch, and I see a figure in a blue dress sort of floating at the wall, coming closer. I wonder if it is my grandmother...I project my awareness and ask her if she is my grandmother, she maybe answers no and I can see that she is not. She seems sweet and benevolent. I nestle back into the couch to fall asleep (in the dream) as she moves behind me/the couch and past my head. I sleepily say to her, "Thank you for being in my dream."



A room full of women who seemed happy to see me
Dream 2 - I am on a bed and feel someone behind me, massaging my head with hands in my hair. I am lucid, not very clear though. I am on my hands and knees, crosswise on the bed...I look to my right, and see a black man with close-cropped hair and maybe facial hair in the mirror behind me. I purr.."Baby...", extract myself and move off of the bed into another room.

The room is full of women. I notice a teenage girl with long hair and braces sitting in a rocking chair and smiling at me, I'm thinking something about how ordinary they look, like regular, real people.

I'm kind of fuzzy-minded...I look behind me and there are several black women seated at a table all facing me. I struggle to do or say anything...finally I have the presence to ask one of the women, "What do you represent?"
She says, "Environmental interests."
I'm surprised, wondering what she means exactly, thinking maybe, of course, that she is some kind of lawyer representative. I ask the next woman, and she says something similar.
I notice the woman at the end to my left, and for some reason I say to her, teasing, "wow, you look like a badass. Like you are some kind of bad ass office manager or something!"
She has a strange look on her face, and it's kind of distorted, she moves her head back and it looks like she has a mustache drawn with a marker now. I notice on one hand that I'm making assumptions but I don't seem to be able to help what I'm saying.



I Can't Control the Dream Bus

Dream 3 - I'm standing outside of a bus. My mother and my sisters are flinging accusations at each other and are all angry and about to all walk away from each other. I think if I can just manage to intervene and use the active listening and peer-counseling techniques I've learned, maybe we can all get down to our real feelings and be vulnerable and forge some intimacy between us. I somehow convince us to all get on the bus, and I'm trying to clear everyone else off.

It's a "Houston Rockets" bus (idk)...everytime I think the bus is clear then more people pile on. They are all black. I'm frustrated with the bus driver who keeps letting all of these random people on.

I see my brother-in-law sitting across from me and he says in a snide tone, "I'm tired of hearing you be so angry." I get PISSED because I hardly even talk to my BIL (IWL) because he's one of those people that is always preaching or bitching about something and there's never an actual 2-way dialogue, so now I avoid him. I say or think, "ME??? You are tired of hearing ME be so angry?" I might have argued with him for a minute.

I say something to my sister about this while holding her hand and looking into her eyes, and about how I can't stand her husband and I'm not going to talk to him or have anything to do with him anymore. I don't remember her reaction.

(What stood out for me in this dream was the feeling of wanting to control the situation.)




My Favorite Drug and the Marvelous Mystery Ride to Nowhere

Dream 4 - I am in a cave/tunnel, seated on a roller-coaster ride sort of ride. There is someone like a carnival hawker talking up this Marvelous Mystery Ride. I am in the last car, sitting next to my friend HC from middle school. The hawker is handing out drugs. I have a big baggie full in my hand, and it is full of clear round discs (I think maybe like NZT in Limitless). I think, what the heck? This is just sugar? I'm handed another baggie, this one is full of clear pellets that look like small round crystals. I'm pretty sure these are all sugar, too. I take one out to pop in my mouth, anticipating a hard CRUNCH...nope...these are just sugar, too. What the heck?

I notice that the people on the ride seated in front of me are all facing sideways instead of to the front, and they are vomiting.
I reassure my friend that I will be ok, because I'm facing forward, and I'm in a different kind of car than they are, mine has cushy protection all along and above the sides, protecting our heads.