International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Cay's Dreams

Dream 1
The lower end of my county, the more "rural" of the two, was now filled with lavish mansions. My cousin, a teacher and his wife, a bank teller had somehow moved into one of these. They only had enough furniture to fill the front few rooms. I slipped out at one point to explore a dilapidated turn-of-the-century hotel which exists nearby in real life. I ended up accidentally causing a cave-in somehow.

Dream 2 was a nightmare and rather personal.

Dream 3 gets +5 awesome points for cohesiveness and clarity, but I didn't get lucid.

It started with a limousine depositing myself, my two sisters and Azra outside of what seemed like a hotel, with black glass and a gilded awning. It was nasty out, and a flash of lightning and sudden downpour hurried us inside. The lobby was warm and well-lit, with a bubbling fountain and a black marble-topped desk from behind which a pretty young receptionist called out this greeting: "Reo! So glad to see you back!" Reo is a name a lot of dream characters have taken to calling me. I didn't recognize it, though, and I definitely hadn't been here before, so I was quite perplexed as I was ushered to a podium bearing a sign-in sheet and instructed to sigh for "Reo, party of four". An elevator door opened to the right of the podium and we filed in next to a bearded young operator in a stiff beige uniform. "Going up," he murmered in a thick accent as he pulled the lever.
The doors opened on a damp concrete hallway with a few flickering lights, one of which illuminated a metallic door at the end. A girl stood up out of a folding chair to guide us further. She wore a tight charcoal-colored jumpsuit with red accents. She had a round face, soft features and lots of curly flaxen hair. Her name was Crystal. Soon, we were all outfitted in similar jumpsuits and given what seemed to be Star Trek TOS phasers in black.
Behind the door we met the sixth member of our party, an android with a long, segmented tail and catlike face which spoke in an annoying series of "nya" sounds that Crystal could somehow understand.
It turned out to be a similar concept as my "Sacred Games" dream, where each stage is either a combat situation or a puzzle. The Sacred Games was fantasy-oriented, and this was futuristic, but that was about the only difference. We'd only gone through two stages, one a confrontation with those creepy soldier bots from Portal ("...Are you still there?") and the other a maze within which was a key to the exit, when I woke up.