There's a party in my dreams and you're invited:

A short time ago, I found myself asleep, but walking through other people’s dreams. When I woke, something struck me as odd about the dream. It wasn’t regular sleep, but something much greater. I questioned the people involved in my dreams and found out that my series of events matched up with those individual’s own dreams. I began to think that if this was possible, maybe it could be feasible to mix many singular dreams together consciously. And so started my Dream Party. The way I look at it, if each of you opens up your mind on one night, to the same exact place, maybe, just maybe, something extraordinary might happen.

Before you read any further, you have to understand something. As much as you may want to come and enjoy yourself, you are going to have to deal with repercussions. Although your parents will never find out you got drunk out of your mind right under their very noses, you yourself are going to have to deal with the fact that whatever transpired in your dreams may have actually happened. If you feel, at all, like the experience of having other people in your mind is too violating of an event, you’re strongly discouraged from participating. When you wake up tomorrow, it’s going to be essential that you record anything you remember from your slumber immediately, simply so we can determine if anything actually existed.
If you choose to attend, please be willing to share the dream in your own mind, and simply not inhabit my own. That way, not only does the dream have a higher chance of actually occurring, but also hosting all those people won’t bog down my mind. Hopefully, this way, you won’t end up driving me into a coma.

Location: The Fauset Family Ballroom
Between the Hours of: 10pm, 11/23/05 – 7am, 11/24/05

The dark red walls shimmer with a luminescent silver drapery, the product of the fabric of our dreams being woven together. Hovering in the air underneath a ceiling swirling with changing shades of blue, which whip round and round in response to the movement of the people on the floor, silver stage lights illuminate the masks suspended near the walls. Spangled with bells and splashes of colors, the masks smile as the attendees enter into the dream through the rippling walls. A carpet of warm snow covers the wooden floor, and the snow banks up against the walls naturally form the shape of low couches. In the far end of the ballroom, an ice statue of a bartender stands behind a counter, bottles of fine liquors carefully arranged behind him. Suddenly, it springs to life and pulls an icicle off from under the bar. Hollow on the inside, he fills it with an amber spirit and hands it to a passerby, chilling the contents with his finger. In the center of the room, spinning merrily on its roots, a weeping willow offers it’s branches to the people who sit under the canopy. Crystallized with the potency of marijuana, the twigs themselves are ready to be consumed. Gathered around the base of the tree, patches of mushrooms sprout up from the ground. Their golden glow suggests their mind-bending effects, and the small monkey in the tree is happily entranced by a tiny nibble. A waterfall in the corner of the ballroom cascades down from the ceiling only to vanish moments before hitting the ground, but continues to emit vibrant music throughout the area. Beyond the waterfall lies a dimly illuminated cavern, equipped with a dance floor, glowing with a soft gold light. Back outside of the waterfall, you are in the ballroom.

Before you go to sleep, read this over a few times. Think about it a little. What do you want it to be like? What do you want to happen? This is, after all, your dream. It’s our time to create a world in which anything is possible. Have fun, enjoy yourself, and don’t hesitate to drop by again.

With all that being said, whatever happens in our dreams stays in our dreams.