International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Aeolar's Attempt

I am in this building with my mom, and I have been gone for a very long time, and a lot of things have changed. We talk about how I am a witch/wizard now. Dreamskip. I am trying to clean my Xbox controller of this yellow stuff, but when I do, flies come out of it.
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I am in my Grandma & Grandpa's house, and Grandma had gone to bed. I was talking to grandpa about sports, and he chased me with a pillow, trying to hit my. I asked myself how I was supposed to remember this dream... I made fun of Grandpa and his golf, and I ran upstairs to wake Grandma and dodged a thrown pillow from Gpa. I told her that he and I would be busy. Dreamskip. I ask Gma where her musket is; she says it's in the closet. I open it, and find the gun. Gma says the ammo is .99 balls, and she says that they are cheaper than gun paper. I head shot 12 people in a row, and go back to the closet. I need to go down to Gpa.

In the closet, 2 interesting repeaters appear before me. One with a huge stock and a tiny barrel, and another with the repeater like a grip, but on this one, there were 2 places to put your ammo: I found some rounds but they looked like mini pistols, which I put into the left side, and closed. I pressed the trigger, and a Red Dead Redemption cowboy song began to play to set the mood. I looked for more ammo and found these shots that looked like cogs, and mixed with the pistols. I loaded both up, and I overflowed it a little, then locked and loaded. I shot a few rounds just to make sure it worked. I went downstairs, and the perspective changed to Gpa's vision. He was in a western mining town, and all sorts of people were charging him. He was scared. I came rushing down, and shot some people. The reloading was difficult, because it was so far away. I actually rubberized the gun to make reloading easier. I made it to Gpa, but the dream faded.
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Fragment: There was a girl either asking me about the truth, or testing me. I think she had black hair.
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I am in a hotel room, by myself, and I had thought that Josh, Anthony, Dad & Dawn had left me here. There was a whole bunch of clothes that I presumed were for me just sitting around. I decided to be picky and take the ones I liked, and put them in this backpack. As I put these clothes in, they all walked into the room. They bitched that the door was open, of all things. -___-

I asked Josh if I could use this backpack, because I had already packed and didn't really want to unpack/repack, and he said OK.
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I am on a beach with my Northern family, and a few other people. I go out a little further down the beach ahead of the pack, and this little Asian girl follows me. As we are walking on the shore line, a giant Directv cardboard box with a TV in it comes flying at us from the sea. It hits me, and I yell, "Man down! Man down!!" The little girl gets freak out and starts crying, and everyone runs over to help. I was joking, of course. After that little fiasco is over, we are walking on a seawall, and the kids want to go swimming. Seriously?

An adult says yes, but to watch out for the oysters. In a flash, James jumps over the wall and into the sea. I look for him, but I spot Julius, a black kid with a mohawk. I ponder calling to to him, but he seems confused, just walking into the water. I wonder if that is really him. Some others and myself wander over to the nearby playground. As I am walking, I am composing an orchestra in my head. I wonder if this is how Mozart and Beethoven did it. I sit on a swing, and a girl calls out to me. "Hi Phil!! Phil!" She yells. I see her out of the corner of my eye, but there is someone more interesting for the moment. There is a very familiar man sitting on that swing set, but before I think of going to him, I hear her call again. I turn and yell out, "Leah! Hi there!!" She and Meagan come over, and I drop something. As I pick it up, I notice that my pants aren't on. I go over to a conveniently placed pile of clothes, and grab a towel and a pair of shorts.