International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

We are playing a game where we drink different chemicals. After having a few different ones, I drink a gold one and feel ill. I rush to the bathroom and have exploding diarrhea all over the toilet and walls. It sprays out into the hallways and the shower. I'm pissed at my friends who are cracking up in the other room.

We are in a hotel like room on the second floor. Something is trying to get in after us. The window does not seal and keeps warping. My dad and I attempt to fix it. We go to the basement and try to find a light. He wants to put music on to lighten the mood. He plays Sublime, but some weird techno pop comes on with a strange music video.

There is a guy who does things because he thinks it's a dream. He killed a girl.

My left arm is severed at the shoulder. I'm playing with it out in the quad, doing some wrist locks and feeling how to torque an arm. realize this looks odd, so I fold it up and put it in my back pack. Its later sewed back on, and I return to class. My assignment has other documents stapled inside of it. My teacher begins a christian pray, and I see people doing the signs of the cross. I'm in a warehouse, like Home Depot and can't figure out how I got there. hand RC, 5 but continue watching and it morphs a little. Walk around the store, and still thinking about the prayer from the other dream. I've never really had a traditional mystical experience. They have always been kind of, void like. Want to feel infinite love. I project my love to everyone in the room, but a woman quickly turns away from me, like she is scared. I call out for God and wait. dream fades

There is a fight club in my living room. I'm watching my friend get beat up. He gets hit in the face and can't get up. His opponent goes in for the finish. "It's done!" I say. "What? come on" the crowd replies. "He's not done, but don't hit him when he's down, that's not cool." Go into roommates room. Nomad is there on the bed. People think that they come to reality when they wake, but really they just wake." "Ya, but they have 5 fingers." I check my hand. Lucid. "Nomad, let's go.""To America?" "To Mexico" He has cat eyes. Let's start a band" I want him to open a portal to the pyramid, but figure, we are already here. "Ya, lets rock out like Rush and do lots of women and cocaine!" haha. I grab a mic and start doing a Rage Against the Machine impression. "Ya! Come On! Ughhhh! ...... BASELINE!" Nomad starts playing the riff to Killing in the Name . He's rockin out. I'm rapping glossolalia with random Ya!s until I realize I'm day dreaming in the black and no long in the dream.

Enter HI. voice says "Big Dream". Get really deep into the imagery, but get woken

On the Chin
Recall: 9/10
Sleep: OK
Sleep Position: Left Side (Right Brain)

I'm in the jungle, and like most dreams where I find myself in the jungle, I'm a contestant on Survivor. My current challenge is some sort of race. I hear someone crashing through the bush behind me, so I take off running to stay ahead of them.

There is a guy with me on my team, and we run towards some sort of cave opening or building entrance, me first and my team mate right behind me. Our pursuers are right on our tail. We go through the entrance, and a girl behind us is yelling to my team mate he has to stop because he's been caught. I wonder if that means I'm caught too since I'm only a couple of paces ahead of him, but she doesn't say anything to me, so I keep going.

I see a staircase on the left, and a long ramp on the right, and choose the ramp. I run to the top where it turn right. I then find myself in a large arena. The section of bleachers to my immediate right is covered in prizes, mostly glass ware, with some cabinets at the very top containing the best prizes. I wish my pursuers weren't so close behind so I had time to figure out what to do here.

I race up into the bleachers, which look somewhat like the Chichen Itza , and my pursuer Sasha is right behind. I pick up an old empty pop bottle and brandish it like a dagger, hoping to hold her at bay. Sasha pick up a bottle and brandishes it at me. She says we should use our boat training to go to Prince Edward Island, and I ask if that's close to here. The geography doesn't make sense.

The I pick up another empty pop bottle and hold it up like I'm about to throw it. Not wanting to actually smash her with a bottle, I start to run back down the steps. Sasha chases, but trips and falls face first onto a white dinner plate with a blue pattern on it, shattering the plate. I stop and cheer, saying "It's about time something broke!"

I go back to check on her, and as she rolls over I see that she's cut her chin rather badly. The cut starts under her bottom lip, and goes all the way down under her chin, along the bottom of her jaw, right to her throat. It makes a large flap of skin that just hangs there. She tries to put the skin back in place. The part right under her lip is pretty thin, but as it goes under her chin it gets much thicker.

I tell her to hold the skin in place, and try to reassure her saying it will hardly leave a scar once it's healed. I tell her to trust me, I've cut myself lots and know these things.



Fragment: Lost Opals
I'm in the game Link Realms, and the newb bank, and a stack of 50 opals gets knocked out of my inventory onto the floor, where another player picks them up. I'm not sure who took them, and lament the sudden loss of wealth.

(Thebeastofold's dream)

I had 4 dreams in a row last nihgt, no lucid however...


Tons of beef jerky.

I was in a large strange house, and i walked outof what was apparently my room and went down stairs, my Mother was in the kitchen and there was a huge pile of bags of beef jerky on the counter, i went to grab one and mom said "your sister and neice will miss those..better not...so i headed back upstairs, and saw beef jerky bags everywhewre, stuffed in and behind everything...i saw about 10 bags stuffed behind a toilet, and decide they wouldnt miss these, so i grabbed them and went back to my room, my dog was aslewep on the bed, and one of my late cates was wandering inthe hallway, i grabbed him, hugged him and put him in my rrom on the bed, i saw my laptop on the bed and everytime i tried to open it, i saw another of my late cats i the hall, the door was open even tho i closed it everytime i grabbed a cat, after 3 or 4 cats, i started eating the beef jerky...i noticed then it was bridgeford jerky..it tasted really good.


i walked out of a large house, similiar to the one in the previous dream, and met a couple girls, or i should say ladies, heading dow the same path as I, i grabbed one of them by the hand and started leading them down a path beteen a bunch of really huge house embedded inthe hills surounding this huge courtyard surrounding us...we got to a large gnarled tree inthe center, and i noticed smoke in the distancecoming up from behind a pyramid ressembling chichen itza(SP?) ..but i couldnt tell the ladies for some reason, one lady was taller than the other and they were talking as if they were old friends..or sisters...finally after they both ran in circles trying to point something out to each other, they finally noticed the smoke and when i looked back it was just over the hill instead of in the distance.....the taller ladygrabbed my shoulder and said oh lord look! and she spun me around and the house to my right starte burning abruptly from the inside out and crumbled to glowing ash, i kept spinning and everytime a house came into view it did the same thing....by this time the ladies were laughing hysterically...


i was at a party or get together in what looked like my dining room, only it was open completely except for the wall of a bulding next door...i realized i had to go to the bathrrom so i wandered away to find one, i walked past a long building and came to a small field with people throwing softballs around, they were wearing what looked like softball uniforms, i walked to the back part of the field, found a dead end and started back, i abruptly got hitin the face by a softball, i picked ip up and tried to toss it back to the lady who threw it, but it weaghed a freakin ton...it kind of rolled to her, i said "what is it lead lined?!?!" and she said well, kind of, theni noticedit was a miniature medicine ball.....as i walked back i came across a guy asking a lady where the bathroom was, i noticed he was standing infront of it..so i went around him and closed and locked rthe door....i went aound a small turn and there were no walls, just a toilet on the edge of a huge open field...i started unbuttoning and the guy started banging on the door harder and harder, i looked around the corner and the doorknob was slowing sliding out of its hole...and so were the hinges..i ran back and pounded the knowb and hingepins back in with my hand..i went back to what i was doing, and couldnt go through with it, i realized if i peed in the dream i might pee in real life.,...and i really didnt want to wet the bed ive had dreams like this all the time......so allof a sudden he was trying to puth the knob and hinge pins out again....so i ran back to the door and pushed thm back in again and held them there and i yelled are you trying to tellme something?!?!?! he said, youere dreaming pal, youre dreaming......a vision of a bright orange porta-a-potty popped into my mind...



my mother and i were standing ona street corner in what looked like china..we started walking across the street in a large crowd and i started heading to a hat shop on the other corner, but mom grabbed my arm and we ended up waling around a strange open air mall with mall type storefronts with no front walls..strange.....we started back because once again, i needed to find a bathroom....we walked a bit and i found one, the door had both pictures on it men and women, and the word ALL above the pictures...i alked in and closed the door, and there was 7 or 8 different kinds of urinals in the middle of the room all facing each other, and filthy...i realized one again if i went in the dream i'd probably go in the ral world, so started loking around the room and noticed about 20 toilets inside a small room with like a 3 foot door in one wall, i grabbed one toilet and it slid out on a track of somesort on rollers, there was a large coin box mounted on the front edge of the bowl so youd have to straddle it to sit down..i pushed it away and noticed a shelf along the riight wall by the door full of strange canding and odd looking pastries...i started reaching for a few then realized how gross tis all was and went over to the sink to wash my hands, i pushed the soap dispenser and powder came out...i wiped it al over my hands and when i dumped into the trash, my hands were perfectly clean...as i walked outthe door, there was a small box of trinkets on the edge of the shelf by the door, i reached in and grabbed something and walked out, when i got out i looked at what i had grabbed and it was a weird semi-3d plastic keyfob, an image carved in it so if you looked at the other side it looked 3d of a creature that looked like half woman half lion..strange...and the keyfob had a college name on it of some sort...cant remember what tho...and there was was about 7 or 8 key covers hanging from it...we started walking away and mom said "you never planned to try college one way" I woke up....

MrIrony's dream

Dream 1: I'm reading a Donald Duck comic where he and Scrooge are sharing a dream. Can't really remember much about that. Then I'm inside the Flander's house. (From the Simpsons.) I see either Rod or Todd playing some game where you control a minotaur and kill vampires and werewolfs. He turns evil because of it. Then I'm back at my house. I'm laying on my bed. My computer is in front of me. Can't remember what I did with it. I hear a car coming. I stand up, look out of the window and see a dark red car next to our house.The Flander's came to visit us. I stay in my room and read another comic. Scrooge is still dreaming. He's standing in front of some woman. He says something about she not being able to speak to him. But she does anyway. She warns him about some riot, but he says it makes no sense. Then he says something about not being able to bring back an old love as the woman floats away from him and disappears. Then I see Ned and Maude Flanders in some sort of office. They're sitting in front of an desk. There's some man sitting behind it. Apparently he's some kind of therapist. They ask him if they could ask god for help or something. He says that they need to answer some questions. For some reason they can't do it. Then I see some room full of people. Then I hear the therapist's voice telling them that he doesn't need to ask Maude and Ned the questions because he "Sees that she is clearly a doctor and makes logical conclusions." Then I see the therapist's room again, this time from a different angle. The real therapist is sitting bound and gagged in a storage room. I realize that I've dressed as the therapist in order to help my friends, the Flanders. The dream ends.

I can't remember the correct order of the events in this next dream, but this is how I think it goes.

Dream 2: Me and my family are, for some reason, traveling to some arctic military base. We are lead by an talking polar bear who's glad in armor. There's also some other soldiers with us, as well as some talking penguins we met along our journey. We get to the base, where the polar bear goes to report our arrival to a larger polar bear. He asks where is our commander. Apparently a third polar bear was sent to invite us all to this base, but he died after that. We go inside. We were there for pretty long time and only thing I remember from it is that once in a while I saw my sister approach some large man in some room. She was hit back, but she always came back. On the third time she did that, she drove through the wall with a truck, killing the man. Then she and the rest of my family started walking away from the base. I followed them. They went up some mountain and set up a camp. They had a few soldiers with them too. Their camp was located in a cave on the side of the mountain. I climbed to them and they were surprised to see me there. I can't remember much after that. Next thing I remember is that I was fighting against enemy soldiers. I saw one of our soldiers throw a bomb into a car, killing an enemy inside. Then the dream kinda rewinded, and this time I was on the other side. This time I was the soldier in the car, but I survived the explosion. I was pretty scared, as I had heard that the enemies were invinsible. I rarely shot at them, but when I tried, I couldn't hit too well because my gun was really inaccurate. Also we were wearing some futuristic armors, so one bullet hitting hardly did anything. I decided to find a place to hide. I started running towards an house. I got shot a couple of times. But I kept going. I got to the house and became lucid. I tried to go through the wall, but I couldn't. Then I tried to jump through the window. I just bounced back. I gave up and used the door. I spent the rest of the dream walking around and occasionally running away from some dead corpses controlled by some strings.

Katsuno's Dream

I dreamed of being in a car with 2 others. I don't remember them exactly but one was a women that was a bit taller than me and the other looked like he was an egypt soldier (or something like that). We tried to catch up with a train for some reason. When we caught up we were in a tunnel and there was a portal in front of us. Me and the women jumped on the train and went through the portal but the egypt guy somehow didn't make it. Then I remember being in a room and I said "This feels different...it's not my dream" but I didn't get lucid
We walked to a door and there was a guy. I don't remember the details but I know that the women used some crystal magic and cursed the guy. She said something like "If you betray us the curse will kill you" I did nothing but watch. The guy did something and we went on. Then the dream gets foggy and the next thing I remember is running through a building while holding a child in my arms.
Then I woke up.

It'sMEE's Dream fragments

Firts I'm in a dark hotel room with floral bedsheets and curtains. Other than those, the room and layout and furniture are pretty much the same as my room. There is someone in the bed. I'm pretty sure I try to get out but the door is blocked or something.

I'm watching a video from someone's phone on the tv, but after a while it becomes real. It's a girl who likes sort of like my older sisterwith loads of black eye makeup and dark hair, but her hair in the video is much darker. She is with some guy who I don't know.

I keep seeing someone in my mirror, but when I go to look, they're gone.

Nephanim's Dreams

Atrocities of the Organization

Nicole and I were staying with my parents in Texas. Austin was sick, but my parents couldn’t take him to the hospital because the health care infrastructure had been taken over by a group calling themselves (simply enough) the Organization. My mom did her best to take care of him, and his situation seemed stable. We assumed he would be able to wait a few weeks for a military action to sort out this mess with the Organization. As the days wore on, the news reported that the Organization’s reach was spreading. They captured residential lots for use as barracks and weapon storage. What they didn’t capture, they ransacked. All of the food, water, and valuables were stolen from countless homes in the vicinity of the hospitals. It was a terrorist attack on a level the country had never seen. We decided to build a secret basement beneath our home. Although building codes prohibited the construction of basements in Houston, the area beneath our house was suited to that, so we didn’t have to worry about any serious health issues – at least, that’s what my dad thought. I wasn’t so sure. He finished digging it out in two days, and we moved a good portion of our food down there. We left enough food upstairs that the Organization would just take it and ignore the possibility of people hiding under the kitchen tiles. It wasn’t long before the Organization made their rounds… We could only get the news by radio now, and many of the standard broadcast stations had been knocked out, so much of what we listened to came from other people like us living in secret in their own homes. The airports were under the Organization’s control now. Everything seemed to be getting worse, and Austin’s condition wasn’t getting any better.

A few days after the Organization stopped running in and out of our house, my dad and I went outside to check out the area. It was spooky how normal everything looked. The streets were empty, of course, but the houses all looked fine on the outside. We went door to door trying to find anyone who had hidden themselves properly. We found a couple of corpses, but I tried not to dwell on it. I didn’t know any of these people, anyway… We found one family that did the same thing as us. Their basement area was a little larger, so they invited us to come stay with them. My dad wasn’t sure it was a good idea, but we agreed to attend a party. When we got back, we told the rest of the family all about it. We went back to the larger hideout the next evening to try to enjoy ourselves for the first time in a while. Unfortunately, a passing truck under the control of the Organization stopped in front of the house. The driver picked up the music playing in the basement from his vehicle. Before we knew this had happened, the driver called a couple of loading trucks to the scene. They infiltrated the house, broke up the party, and captured everyone as prisoners.

We were loaded one by one onto the trucks with our mouths gagged and our wrists bound. I thought it was dumb of them to leave our ankles untied, but when they closed the back of my truck and locked the door, I realized there wasn’t much we could do to escape. I had to sit in pitch black darkness for the whole ride. I wasn’t even sure where we were going… After the first few turns, I was lost. Maybe in Illinois, I could’ve followed the trail better, but I wasn’t familiar with this area. I knew Nicole wasn’t on the same truck as me… It didn’t seem like they were shipping women anywhere different from the men, so I was relieved at least by that much. I had even less of an idea where she had been sent, though. The truck stopped at another house, and they loaded some more people onto the truck. It was becoming crowded in the cargo area, but they didn’t care. We were just merchandise to them. I supposed we would probably end up doing slave labor for the rest of our lives.

By the time we reached the next stop, I realized the knot binding my wrists was loose enough to wriggle out of. I freed myself and cautiously undid the knots binding the men on my left and right. We left our gags in so the Organization wouldn’t notice we had untied our wrists. It worked like a charm. We could undo the knots just as well in pure darkness as in blinding light, so it didn’t matter that we had to work on them en route. We had most of the prisoners free by the third stop – and that was way more people than they were ready to deal with. We had to leave some of them bound, but we were able to rush the soldiers in charge of the loading process and take their guns from them. Only a few people died. Someone else killed the driver of the truck. We were the only truck on this street, so there was no one else to challenge us. Everyone scattered, and so began my long journey across the country.

I found out they had taken me over the border into Oklahoma. I figured it would be fastest to make my way back to my parents’ house from there. I didn’t have a car, and besides, the roads were dangerous with the Organization about. It seemed they were no longer content with just taking supplies. They needed an army of slaves for something. I didn’t intend to trust my fate to chance again. I walked from Oklahoma back to Houston, sneaking into restaurants when necessary to supply myself with water and food. I kept away from the major roads when I could and made short work of crossing them when I couldn’t. I don’t know how long it took me, but I made it back to my parents’ house. I was a little disappointed to find that I was the only one who made it back… None of my family members were in the same truck as me, so I hadn’t been able to free any of them. I didn’t check the other house to see if those people had made it back. Their hideout had been compromised. Although ours was empty, at least I figured it was secure. I stayed there for about a week to give Nicole time to find me. When she didn’t show up, I put a backpack of supplies together and took to the wilderness again. This time, I headed for Illinois.

Traveling during the summer was rough, so I was grateful when things began to cool down. It meant that I had taken a long time to cross the country, but I hadn’t been counting the days, anyway. I was too worried about what might’ve happened to Nicole and my family to think about something as abstract as time. Eventually, I made it to the edge of Chicago. A big storm blew in from the west, and the whole area quickly flooded. I jumped on the back of an Organization truck when the driver wasn’t looking and rode it into the suburbs so I wouldn’t have to spend so much time in the pouring rain. It pulled off into someone’s backyard, so I took the chance to hop off the truck and continue on foot. As I passed a house, I saw a television on inside. I wondered how long it had been playing… There didn’t seem to be anyone in the room. The TV played an episode of the Fairly Oddparents in which Timmy Turner gained the power of invisibility. He tried to save a girl on a motorcycle from the Organization, but he was unable to do anything. They threw her on a train and took her away. I couldn’t help noticing I was in a similar situation…

I had to wade through three feet of water to get across Nicole’s street. Her house was empty. Her garage was empty. All of the canned food was gone, and it basically looked like no one had been there in ages. I noticed that Cleo was also gone… I figured she had decided to fend for herself if she was still alive. Since there was nothing for me to find in Chicago, I decided I might as well go back home and prepare the house for my family’s return – if they ever returned. The trip back took even longer than the trip there; I had lost much of my motivation. The winter months weren’t so bad since I made it far enough south to avoid most of the snow. The new year arrived, then spring, then summer, and I finally made it back to my parents’ house. When I went inside, my heart sank. There were people everywhere. I immediately assumed they were with the Organization and threw up my hands in surrender. It wasn’t worth fighting anymore, I decided. If they were going to kill me, whatever… I didn’t want to live in fear like this anymore. Then my eyes narrowed. Nomad was with them. Nomad wouldn’t join the Organization. I noticed many of them had weapons strapped to their bodies. Some of them – including Nomad – had war paint on their faces. These were rebels preparing to stand up to the Organization. They laughed at my surrender and pointed me to my mom and sister. I was shocked by how similar Chelsea looked to my mom. It had been a year since I saw them, and Chelsea changed quite a bit. I hugged each of them several times. By this point, I was already in tears. Just finding one of them would’ve been enough to make the past year of running worth it.

I headed straight for the secret room, hoping to find my dad and Austin. My mom grabbed my hand before I could reveal the entrance. She hadn’t told the rebels about it yet, and in case one of them really was working with the Organization, she didn’t want them to know. She said she didn’t know if my dad was awake right now, but he would come talk to me soon. I sat down with them in the kitchen to wait. My mom explained that she and Chelsea had been separated from my dad and Austin early on, but they were reunited at the start of winter when they made it back to the house. She spared few details of their experiences… The Organization was trying to construct something to control the minds of the human race, but the details of this weren’t exactly clear. I made a mental note to ask Nomad about this later. Within half an hour or so, my dad walked into the room. He had a pistol on each side and wore a bulletproof vest. I felt small compared to him. It was obvious he’d been through a lot in the past year. I hugged him several times, too.

Immediately, I asked him about Austin. I hadn’t seen him in the building anywhere. I assumed he had just been in the basement or something. My dad put a hand on my back and led me outside. Because of his silence, I already knew what had happened. The tears started flowing. He took me to a little garden beside the house. The plants were artificial, and they had words written on their leaves. There was a little piano in the back for some reason with certain keys marked. It was a memorial for Austin. I knelt in front of it, wondering what I should do. Praying didn’t seem right, but what else was I supposed to do in this situation? My dad read the memorial leaf by leaf, but I couldn’t understand any of it. The whole thing seemed ridiculous, like he would tell me at any moment that Austin was actually just sleeping in the basement. That was just a hopeless wish, however.

“How long has it been…?” I asked, covering my eyes.

“Since November,” he replied. “We couldn’t get him the help he needed. The winter was too much for him, even here.” I could hardly breathe. My only brother was dead, and I never got to say goodbye. I knew how my dad felt about his brother’s death. Was this normal, I wondered? My thoughts raced out of control. I wondered if I would ever see Austin again… Probably not, I decided. There was nothing left of him. I knelt there for several minutes in grief before I could even move. I knew the Organization could come by at any moment, though, and if they saw us here, they would want to search the house. For the sake of everyone inside, I sucked up my tears and went back inside. I sat down on a bench in the basement to be alone while I tried to grasp everything that had happened. All the time lost, all the families torn apart… It was all because of the Organization. My immediate family gathered in the basement to try to cheer me up.

“When I saw Josh was here, I thought he was going to tell me he brought Nicole and two kids,” my dad joked. Clearly, this didn’t help much.

“I haven’t seen Nicole since the party,” I choked. It took me a few times to get this out. I went through my whole trip in summary, stopping whenever the horror of Austin’s death or the year without Nicole gripped me. When I finished telling the story, everyone seemed to agree that I should try going back to Chicago and finding Phil. He might be doing secret work for someone in the city, my dad suggested. I couldn’t imagine anyone having a stable job with the country in its current state, but it seemed remotely possible that he could be working in secret. In that case, he might have a place for Nicole and her family to hide. Knowing Nicole had to turn up somewhere, I agreed to give their idea a try. They probably wouldn’t see me again… I could come back and find all of them dead. We went outside for some reason and sat in the backyard. The sun was already setting, so it was too late for me to leave. I would have to stay for the night. After I finished talking to my family, I turned back to the house. A number of the rebels were staring at me. As Apheri appeared at my side, I put my hand on her black hilt.

“The Organization will pay,” I whispered.

That's Not Dandruff

Nicole was scratching my back in bed for some reason. She stopped and stared at me.

“It’s like you have dandruff all over your back…” I twisted my head around to see, and there were white, moldy-looking patches all over my back.

“That’s not dandruff,” I explained. I didn’t really try to figure out what it was.

Playing Cards before the Show

I went to see a musical at a theater with Nicole, Phil, and my dad. We brought peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, but our dads bought some pizza, too. They were really disappointed with the pizza; it was expensive, but it wasn’t that great. They only got one pepperoni for every three slices of pizza. We also brought a deck of cards and Monopoly to entertain ourselves before the performance. I told Nicole I didn’t really feel like playing Monopoly, so we stuck with the cards instead. Our dads didn’t want to play with us.

Brothers in the Trunchbull House

I was one of two brothers living with Agatha Trunchbull, the principal from Matilda. My younger brother wasn’t aware of my existence because she kept me locked up in the attic. Trunchbull had a sister from Alabama who drove a crummy car. She spoke her mind, no matter how rude she came across, and her voice carried a thick Southern accent. My younger brother went to a restaurant with her, but he managed to sneak out. He accidentally broke a small lawn mower in someone’s front yard while playing with it. The person chased him down the street. He brought the lawn mower back to the restaurant, pretending he found it on the side of the road with the trash. When Trunchbull’s sister saw it, she was so excited that she danced out of the restaurant and had him put it in the car right away. She seemed to think it was a large lawn mower, but it was smaller than the kid presenting it. They put some wooden planks in the back of the car, too. They weren’t even, so she said the kid would have to run over them with the car. She almost hit a fence turning the car around.

That night, my brother and I both left the house without the other’s knowledge. Amazingly, we both went to the same video rental store. I talked the owner into letting us rent a couple of movies for free. It seemed like he and I were close friends. I told him to scan green writing on my hand, and it actually brought up a movie: the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie. Although he admitted the current state of the economy was pretty poor, he let us borrow that one for free, too. Outside, I walked with my brother down the street. I told him about how I liked to spend weeks at a time living in secret rooms at the local school. I promised I would take him someday if he didn’t tell Trunchbull. We both went back to the house.

The next day, Trunchbull took both of us to a restaurant. She was going to eat steak, of course, but we would have something a little less appetizing. We didn’t make it that far. Everyone asked for a glass of water when the only waiter (also the owner) came to our table. This guy had a habit of splashing water on my younger brother every time he came here, mostly because Trunchbull tolerated it. This time, when he splashed water on my brother, I took my cup of water and splashed some on him. The waiter was mortified. Trunchbull tried to grab my throat, but that didn’t stop me from splashing him again. He splashed me once, but I still had some water left in my cup. I emptied the rest on his head. It seemed perfect; since water was free, he would have to refill my cup if I asked. The other kid laughed hysterically over this, but Trunchbull was furious. They left early, and I ended up sitting by myself outside the building. It started raining… I watched a couple of little girls running in puddles together and wished I had an umbrella like them. I missed Nicole.

After waiting three hours, I stood up and walked around the perimeter. The owner was sweeping the dining area inside, so I knew he would close up shop soon. I could come back in an hour and sneak in. I started to head down the street toward the school, but then I heard a familiar voice call my name. I turned and found my brother standing at the other end of the vacant lot next to the restaurant. He asked if I started the forest fire. Of course, I had no idea what he was on about until I saw it for myself. A distant forest was ablaze. I could just barely make out the sound of the fire trucks’ sirens. I assured him I had nothing to do with it; I was just sitting by the restaurant the whole time.

We stopped at the entrance of a sewage tunnel. It would connect to the school eventually, I explained. My brother cut a drape at the front to get in even though I kept telling him there was another way in. I didn’t want to cause obvious damage… That would attract the police. When we went inside, I showed him the steel grate separating the two halves of the tunnel. We wouldn’t be able to walk side by side on the same half of the tunnel, but he preferred to stand behind me anyway. As we went further in, it became very dark. My brother started getting scared. I took out a match and lit it. Up ahead, I saw three rats standing on a dead animal’s carcass. My brother screamed, which prompted the rats to run toward us. I considered that this was probably a bad sign… Under normal circumstances, the rats would’ve run away from us. I clenched my fist and punched the rat in front when it reached us.

The scene rapidly changed. I found myself sitting in Enchain’s study.

“All gone,” I said. I was glad I didn’t get bitten by rabid rats. I looked at the white curtains drawn over the window. A small amount of light filtered in through them, illuminating the bookcases built into the walls.

Gravity Error and Synthetic

I was playing WMRBO. I guess there was some kind of misunderstanding between me, Nicole, and Gravity Error. We were no longer mentioned on their guild page as members. Viral had decided not to associate with us at all, and I got the impression that we were in some kind of legal trouble… When he found out we were playing again, however, he was desperate to recruit us. By the time I heard from him, we had already joined another guild called Synthetic. Everyone in this guild had a really long, bizarre name. One person was named Quil Quil Qiuo Ferret (with the fourth word changing depending on the character), while another was named Krhysanarralanka. I made a new character for myself and picked a class called “Enchanter” because I’d never heard of it before. When I got some skill points, I was excited to check out my skills until I realized they were just ninja skills… I wondered why the name for the ninja job was wrong.

I decided to look for a certain lower headgear. It was a robotic attachment for the jaw or something, and I understood that it would enable me to fire dream energy from my mouth. The mob database told me I could get it from a vocal. I headed straight for the rocker field. Since I was already south of Prontera, it didn’t take long. I wandered the field until I found and killed the vocal. It didn’t drop this time. I saw that I had a second client open; I was also logged into Nicole’s character. Viral had been messaging her for a while… He kept begging us to come back to Gravity Error. I switched back to my character and told him plainly that we weren’t interested.

Possibility Control and Chemistry with Ragnarok

It was the start of the fall semester, and I had a whole new class schedule to learn. My new IPRO was heavily based on programming. When I arrived, Professor Winans asked everyone what we thought of having a final exam at the end of the semester. Obviously, everyone was opposed to the idea. There’s enough going on in an IPRO without exams… Even though we all said no, she still decided to give us one. It would be a huge programming assignment. She left the room for a bit, and I buried my face in the surface of my desk. Sooraj tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I’d seen Ana Popa. I said I hadn’t and that I didn’t think she was in this IPRO. As it turns out, she was. She shouted at us from the other side of the classroom.

“Before I leave the country, we need to go see Death Valley!” she demanded. I groaned. It was hot enough here, but it would be even worse there. I hoped she could wait until winter.

The dream jumped. My next class was from the humanities department. The course title was so vague that I couldn’t understand why I signed up for it in the first place… It was called “Sandal/Buckle my shoe.” I kept checking the room assignment and the class time so I wouldn’t forget it. I sat down on a sofa outside the Idea Shop and started texting my mom. I wanted to tell her about my new IPRO. I realized halfway through the message that I was already half an hour late for my class! I grabbed my backpack and jumped off the sofa. As I hurried toward the door, I realized I’d forgotten where the classroom was again. I knew the room number, but I didn’t know which building to go to. I checked my schedule on my phone again. It was in Keating.

The dream jumped. I was waiting outside by a busy street for a ride to Keating. Someone was trying to make me late for class in order to disrupt the flow of possibility. I slammed my fist into the fabric of space-time to destroy their interference, and my ride arrived instantly. Unfortunately, the time traveler was persistent; he started meddling again as soon as I got in the car. The driver announced that he wouldn’t be able to take me there right away.

“Come on, man, I’m forty-five minutes late already! We have to go now!” I had to use Geass on him to prevent any further manipulation from the future. Once he was under my control, he didn’t protest anymore.

The dream jumped. I was the only one who enrolled in this bizarre sandal class. It was taught by the clone of Hubert J. Farnsworth. I protested immediately when I saw him. This kid definitely wasn’t qualified to teach anything at the undergraduate level – or any level, for that matter. I hoped there was just a mix-up in the schedules… I wanted to shout Feeny’s name and have him teach instead, but I supposed that was kind of pointless.

The dream jumped. I was walking in Fairfield with the TA I had for electricity and magnetism. She made me fill out a form about Ragnarok monsters and items. There were three different versions of the form, but since other people had already filled out the other two, she picked mine for me. The first question asked what my favorite blacksmith monster was. I wasn’t even sure how to answer that… I wrote Munak even though it didn’t make sense. There were also questions about which monsters drop certain items. I considered using RateMyServer on my phone to look up the answers, but I supposed that was cheating. This couldn’t possibly be for a grade, anyway.

The dream jumped. When we arrived in the lab, I discovered that everyone in my lab section played on WMBRO. I told them I was the highest level player. In order to pass me in the rankings, they all teamed up to kill me. I died twelve times and lost a level each time. My adjusted level put me at rank five on the control panel. It didn’t make any sense… Some of the people above me were only level fifty-seven. I showed this to Nicole, and she had nothing to say about it.

Standardized Test for Graduate School

I arrived at Willowbrook to take some kind of standardized test for graduate school. I walked in late, sat down in the front row, and finished the test in less than two minutes even though it was designed to take a couple of hours. Everyone was furious that I finished so quickly. Most of them knew me from various classes, so they remembered that I usually finish exams first or close to it. I was in a hurry to get out of the testing room before any of them could lynch me. Some people started playing music in the testing room… As rude as that was, the proctor didn’t do anything about it. I went out to the parking lot and called Nicole. I asked her to pick me up on her motorcycle. There were only a few cars in the lot, so I was able to roam freely. I waited at the end of the parking lot for Nicole.

Nicole is my Pizza

Limia and Marc were giving a special lecture on circuit analysis. They treated the class to pizza because the lecture was food-themed. After drawing a simple charging circuit with switched parallel branches, Limia labeled a couple of the elements in the parallel branches as “Yi.” She wrote it too small at first, so none of us could see it. Once it was large enough to be legible, she drew a cheeseburger off to the side.

“You can think of this burger as a capacitor,” she said. “The buns are the parallel plates, and the food between them is the insulating medium. It’s not a very good capacitor, but it has a capacitance that you can calculate.” She showed us a diagram in our textbook that had pictures of cheeseburgers with meatballs inside the buns. It looked really good. I found some pictures of spaghetti with meatballs, too.

“Meatballs are my favorite unhealthy food,” I said with a nod. Amar overheard and seemed to think I said that he wasn’t allowed to eat bacon. I tried to tell him again what I said, but I accidentally replaced meatballs with bacon, so I had to try a third time. He gave me a weird look and said that meatballs are actually very healthy. I wasn’t convinced. I grabbed another pizza slice and sank my teeth into it. As soon as I made contact, I heard Nicole yelp.

I awoke to find her trying to kiss me in bed. I had bitten her lip thinking it was my pizza…

Sunburn Fever Dreams

I had strange sunburn dreams in which I tried to quantify the pain each portion of my body was feeling due to the burns I got today while canoeing. I rated my forehead as a 2.5, my back as a 10.0, and several areas around 7.5. The total pain rating fluctuated as I paddled around in nothingness.

DEADLY'S Dream

Very fragmented as I was away at a party:

Was in my grandmothers house, it have been moved into by new people of eastern-european origins. They had noticed the odd goings on in the house (I 'haunt' there) and had put up magical wards and protection symbols around the house. In the kitchen there was a big red mat with a rubber underside that they were covering in white feathers.
I decided to head to the pyramid and deal with this issue later, only to find myself trapped in the house.

ReachingfortheDream's Dream

I was going to sleep in my dream. Somehow this got me to imitate a WILD. I felt the SP in the dream and suddenly I was lucid.

Can't remember where I started off, but I remember that the SP within the dream was gripping me. I kept trying to free myself but I couldn't seem to move or get away from it. I seemed to be able to see it; it was like a big sludgy black pile trying to grip me.

"CLARITY!!!" I screamed, but it didn't really do much. Then I decided I needed to get out of this. The first thing I thought of was spinning around. I was slightly wary since the spinning had never really worked properly before, but I decided to take the chance.

I span around, I think I closed my eyes but I'm not sure. All I saw was swirls of black and random colors.

I can't remember where I ended up at this point either, but I thought of chichen-itza, and it was in sight. I think I was in midair. I put my hands out and flew to it.

I saw the trees surrounding it, the lone mayan pyramid amidst a giant random forest, just like in the DV pictures. I landed on the ground, and then flew up to the top of it. As I did so, I realized the beacon wasn't there. I imagined it, and it appeared - a swirling pile of yellow and orange floating above the pyramid.

I flew up to the top. At this point I was losing sight of my goals. There were 4 other people there, two younger females and an older male and older female. I started talking with them; I was excited that I had finally made it to the pyramid. I asked their names; the older man said Poppy, the older woman Mom, and the girls said they were Alice and Elaine (I think, it was something that started with an E). I took note that they all had brown or black hair. The two younger girls were wearing loose cotton shirts, one a rich bright red and the other white.

Then, to my disappointment, I felt the dream fade, and I was whirled back into my bed.

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It was apparently the first day of school. I was in what was supposed to be my school (now that I think of it it's really similar to another school from a previous dream from a really long time ago). It kind of reminded me of a mix of FJR and CC; it was tall and clean and pristine, lots of high glass windows and walls and modern architecture.

I had art elective class still. We were supposed to leave our stuff in a massive changeroom (beats me why I would need a changeroom for art). The room was white, concrete, and massive with hooks lining the walls.

I hadn't even done anything and the class was apparently over. I was searching now in these random rooms for my next class. It then occurred to me that I forgot what the purpose of my lock was since I had left it on the hook in the other changeroom. I spent a good 5 minutes pondering what the hell a locker is for (lmfao) before I saw others in the hallway using them.

I wandered into another class, figuring that I could run back to the changeroom and grab the lock after this class was done.

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I was still at this "school" it seemed, or maybe outside of it. There was a massive sidewalk, but it was like a giant glass hallway outside. There were people working there, some being buskers on that sidewalk. This one particular guy was just sitting and singing, but he kept grabbing me and hugging me and not letting me go. I was getting a little creeped out, and I struggled to get away.

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I was again at this "school", but I was running to court. My mother apparently wanted to sue the law because of some sort of fraud or something having to do with paying too much for the arts (music lessons, I presumed). I ran to court. The prospect was stupid, and I was scared my mother would lose and look like a fool.

When I got into the court room, there were tons of people there. The floors were marble, the walls varnished dark wood, and everything from foot to ceiling intricately decorated with carvings and gold. There were people seated and standing watching the affair.

Apparently several classes had been made to attend court to watch. Some teacher was calling her students to the other side of the court.

Then the trial started. I was scared of what would happen. Then, AR randomly got up. I was confused; wasn't this my mother's trial? AR presented some poster or something about helping out with disasters around the world. Everyone applauded.

Then the judge stood up and said something funny, exclaiming how she was an old chinese woman. Then the dream ended.

Aqua's Dream

I am at a cafe with my mom in the Denver International Airport. Everything is white. The tables, chairs, floors, walls. My aunt and cousin come walking in. "What are you guys doing here?" My mom asked. My aunt said something about how they couldn't wait to see us so they flew here. My mom orders a coffee and the waitress comes and brings it to her. The waitress had pale white skin and was wearing a white dress. The coffee cup was white and guess what color the coffee was? White. My aunt orders a salad that is also completely white. I look around and do the nose plug RC. It fails and the dream ends.

I was so angry when I woke up. xD

MrIrony's dream

Fragments once again, I thought I had written my dreams down, but my memory seems to be playing tricks on me.

Fragment1: I was loading some cargo to a couple of trains.

Fragment2: There was some sort of engine with tiny people living inside it. I needed to get inside the machine, but there was a lock on it. I broke the lock with some kind of space-bending machine. Then the little people started shooting me. Too bad their guns were so small that the bullets hurt less than a mosquito bite. I asked some people around me if they had something I could shrink myself with.

Fragment3: I was running on top of some castle's wall. I was chased by some people who wanted to take some items from me. I have a feeling that this might have been another Zelda related dream.

Fragment4: I was looking at the IOSDP thread. It had either 94 or 194 replies. Then I looked at the shared dream journal. One of the entries had 4 comments.

Katsuno's Dream

I dreamed of a cafe and I was inside it. There were some people eating and inside the cafe were a couple of refridgerators, milk cartons, ice-coffee-cups and other random stuff. I walked around and put up a ice coffee. It was huge (about 3 litres) and I asked someone if it was full. He/She (can't remember) said yes and I walked on the other side of the cafe. There was a vanilla-ice on the ground and I picked it up. As I ate it I wondered why it tasted so good and I woke up.

Side note: I started maintaining a new state of mind in which I always believe that I dream and do RC's to check if I have my powers. And when I sleep I believe it's a dream where I have all abilities. That helps me with maintaining my awareness and I'm able to use my dream powers even in non-lucids.

Emma's Dream

My first dream was after my alarm goes off in the middle of the night.
First there's a nice, dark room. It's made of some sort of dark, reddish wood, and the fabric is in the same dark tones. There's a table here too. I sit at the table and look about, wondering where I am. Then a rather old man with grey hair, and thick black eyebrows walks in. He isn't wearing a shirt , and he's quite flabby and has a hairy chest and I swear I can't see any pants on him, but so far he's behind a chair. He can't see me.

Then I find myself in a tent with no memory of the wooden house. The tent is large, blue and pyramid shaped. I remember my old school field , but when I look over my shoulder I can't see the school. But I know this is my old school field (a recurring place in my dreams!) because of the way there are hills on one side and trees bordering the whole field, hiding a wire fence. Behind me where the school should be, there is just fog. I don't know what I'm doing here, but it's like there's something just behind the trees I need to get to so I start running across the field.

These were just hazy dream fragments. When I woke up in the morning, I can't remember either dreams immediately, and I'm frustrated. So I lay down and try to do an early morning WILD, which in the past have sometimes been successful. But today I'm not asleep enough or my sister is making too much noise because it doesn't want to work. I think what happened next might have been an OBE. I could feel my thumb in my palm, even though my hands were one on each side of me. I rub my right thumb in my left palm a bit as I begin to feel my other hands too, my 'real' hands, both at the same time. Then I move my real hands, and I can feel my hands either side of me. My thumb no longer feels like it's in my palm.

ReachingfortheDream's Dream

I was at a subway station, supposedly at OM, but the station didn't resemble it since the platform was in the middle. I wanted to get food which was why I was on the subway. I was trying to think of where the closest and cheapest food was, and I thought of the McDonald's at DW. Then, as the subway I was looking at passed by, I realized that there was a random mall on the other side of the tracks. There was a McDonald's right there. I was quite happy about this. I ran up the stairs and tried to find the mall.

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I was at some random park or something. I was with some family friend apparently. She had a random homemade rollercoaster in this patch of grass on her property. She kept adding on parts to it.

At some point I was also running around in some sort of countryside setting, I remember going to a cottage or something.

It'sMEE (Emma)'s Dream

The alarm goes off at 3:27am. I switch it off and drop my phone onto my bed, and drift back to sleep. As soon as my eyes close, I shoot straight back up. I have the feeling I should be somewhere, but I can't quite remember where. I remember my phone went off, because I wanted to try WILD, but I look about my bed and just can't find the phone. Then I remember where I'm supposed to be. I look at my hand, because that's where I wrote the name of the place; 'Chichen Itza' It says, but a little bit has rubbed off. When I look again, all of the writing is there, so I do the nose plug RC... Of course, I'm dreaming. I get out of bed, and I'm magically dressed, my pyjamas are neatly folded on my bed, which appears to have made it's self. I walk up to the door and visualise the Chichen Itza pyramid and tell myself it's on the other side of the door. I slowly open the door with my eyes closed. I can feel a breeze in my face, but it's a warm breeze. So I open my eyes. Yes, there it is, the old dark pyramid. I feel like climbing up it, but look at my hand again to remind me what I'm supposed to be doing. The doorway behind me has gone, but that doesn't really matter so I hardly notice and run up to the pyramid. The light is at the top, so I know someone is or has been here already just I can't see anyone. I hear voices on the other side so I run round there. I round the corner, expecting to see at least two people, because it sounded not like an argument but more of a discussion, but there had to be at least two people so I'm really surprised when I see that there's nobody there. I hear voices just around the corner again, so I dash around there. Now the voices have moved to the opposite side of the pyramid. The voices get louder and quieter and keep moving, but I never see who's talking. Eventually, they sound like they're at the top, so I practically cry out. The voices begin to laugh instead, and I'm sure they're laughing at me. I begin to climb to the top. When I'm there, I'm standing in the light, which is so bright Ican't see. The voices are gone now, so I just sit down for a while, waiting for them to come back. By now I'm so frustrated that I jump off the top. I find myself in bed. I do an RC and I'm awake, but the scary thing is is that the time is only 3:28am. I fall asleep and remember no more dreams that night.