International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

(I didn't post for the 55th because I was sickly, slept fitfully all day and night and my recall sucked. I did accidentally WILD twice, but that didn't amount to anything because I was mentally exhausted.)

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
I guess my nonexistent fiance had snapped and started killing everyone. He shot like three homeless guys in town, then drove home in the most angry, hostile way. I considered throwing myself out of the car, but we were going way too fast. We got to my house and he was packing, because he obviously couldn't stay here. I managed to convince him it'd be better for me to follow after, maybe a couple of months when everything had cooled down. I sat in the living room with my parents and called 911 in hushed tones while he was upstairs, but I didn't get to convey the problem before he came barging downstairs. I stuffed the phone under my thigh.

Dream 2
Generally confusing. I was apparently working, or volunteering in a home for people in a catatonic state. The woman I was responsible for was a complete vegetable, and do to recent neglect had withered away to the size of a child. I was dressing her bedsores with what seemed like iodine when some great alarm went up- there was a fire- and I had to leave her and hope they'd stop the fire before it got to her room, as she couldn't be taken off her life support.

Dream 3
I was standing in the kitchen with my aunt and three members from Vampire Weekend. Ezra Koenig had apparently proven to be quite the cook and had prepared a meal for the "nice family that had taken them in." I was devouring some custard thing and Ezra was quietly singing "That's Amore" when my best friend, username Azra walked in and everyone dropped everything, because she was wearing a wedding dress. There was a long silence, until Ezra cried "Mazel tov!". Azra's mom, who had appeared from a back room, wandered back again, muttering about not having the funds for a wedding right now.