On the morning of the Oneironauticum, I woke up and observed the process I went through to remember my dreams, a sort of scan of memory, both trying and relaxing, an exercise of recall. I remembered two dreams that way. Once I had exhausted my thought process, while I still laid in bed in a hazy close to sleep/dream state, I then began randomly shifting through thoughts/images, the ocean, my home, the act of walking, a feeling of pleasure....

On the plane: I dreamed that there was a young girl who was applying at a school. It appeared to be some sort of monastery because I was there with another man wearing brown monk’s robes. She was young, and was very sure that she wanted to be there. The other man asked her about her qualifications. She then mentioned that she had already passed SATs, and went on to list 3 other tests that she had aced, including some test called a...

Look at Your Hands Dream...

Gabriella and I were to be married. We had lots of relatives visiting, and we were all scurrying around to get ready. The setting was my house in Ashland Oregon, but this time it was a 2 room wooden shack that was all diagonal and disheveled. The ceremony kept getting postponed due to time and bad weather. 2 days of getting ready had passed and we were still trying to get it together. I walked over to the edge of the yard and looked out over the...

Having never heard of the Oneironauticum and before receiving the invitation through her dream group to participate, Debra, who lives in Adelaide, South Australia, awoke from the following dream on Saturday morning: I was in a car that stopped to pick up more people. We all got out. I saw every one get back onto the car. I didn’t want to get back in because it was now too crowded. Adults were in the front cabin. Three or so (~8 to 15 year...

i was bad and didn’t write it down fast enough… so I missed some, but the gist of it was as follows, crap….now I can’t remember…. I remember remembering in the shower… and now it escapes me….feh! just on the tip of my brain, people…gun shot wounds….someone famous, not winston churchill but someone like that… people standing behind a desk. actually, while I’m writing, in my dreams...