International Oneironaut Shared Dreaming Journal

Vesterguard's Dream

non-lucid - Notes - lucid

12-09-11 I am in the camping grounds of my grand parents, though it isn't a camping grounds, but a prison. I am there with Nancy from weeds and we are both incarcerated. It isn't a bad prison, in fact we can regularly go outside and have a little hut to ourselves.

We keep looking up and see this fighter jet circling the grounds getting closer and closer. At one point it actually flies a couple of inches above the grounds on the road outside in a loop. This gets improved even further as the pilot takes the loops inside the dirt road inside the grounds and minimise the space needed for the loops.

Nancy and I start giving him thumbs up and waving at him and he eventually lands. He is a small fello and he isn't wearing a shirt. Think he has the hots for Nancy. I briefly consider if I should care, but I agree with myself that there is no need. He goes inside, think he hints to me to do what I want in the mean time.

Nancy and him discuss if he will be able to take off again and I explain that it is one of those hover jets that can take off vertically. He acknowledge this, but also explains that it would be quite expensive fuel wise to do so.

Notes: think the shitty recall is from having a massive headache all day and spending most day in doing a presentation for uni.