* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***

• I had some car trouble yesterday that scared me a bit.
• I woke up to use the bathroom and decided to cycle.
• About a month and a half ago I was shoveling fertilizer and got stuck in a mud pit.

I was at the end of a neighbor's driveway talking to a cop. He was going to help me with my car as it was giving me trouble.

The cop got in and started my car and ended up going off the driveway onto the soft ground, where we got stuck. I started crying saying, "What am I going to do now" over and over.

Then I realized I was dreaming. I did a hand rc and went through my usual routine where I had 5 fingers, but after staring at them I had 6. I sat there and counted a few times to be sure and they went to 7 and then 6 again.

I decided to punch the cop in the chest, and then I asked if he wanted me to pull his heart out. I reached my hand into his chest, but couldn't find his heart.

I may have had a false awakening. At one point I remember trying to go back to sleep and feeling my body buzz, and trying to relax and go with it, but I was having trouble falling back asleep. I think that was an FA.

Dream Skip

I'm at school and can't remember what the class is doing. Everyone leaves except this one girl. I look to her for help but she doesn't want to help. She gets up and leaves also.

I got up and feel stoned and nervous that someone is going to question my red eyes. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands but there is no sink. Where there would be a sink, there is a Port-a-poti urinal. I left disgusted.

Dream Skip

I am in some other building and I'm getting something to eat. I see this older black lady feeding from another woman's breast. She is a vegan, so she didn't want to eat any of the food at the cafeteria we were in. I was thoroughly disgusted...again.

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I had another dream where I made it with some hot chick. She was so hot that when I was done, I was trying to do it again.

Lucid Scientist

A woman scientist was talking about a hairy ball. It was some kind of an animal, and more ovular, but there were no legs or head or anything. She ended up saying it was pork. Then she compared it to some kind of hairy stick. She went into some detail about the stick.

I'd been listening intently, but I somehow missed exactly what she said, but it sounded interesting, so I asked her what she'd just said. She didn't understand my question.

I asked her what she'd said about the stick. She looked dumbfounded. I posed my question very clearly, stating that she had just made a comparison between the ball of hair and the hairy stick, and I wondered what she had said about the stick. At this point, I became lucid.

I was going to ask her again, but realized that would be pointless, and I was so pissed at this stupid bitch, I decided to punch her in the face. I tried, but I couldn't move my arms. This is either because I was very tired, or simply very poor control. I have a theory that being very tired hurts dream control, though I have found this not to be true at all times. Just a thought.

I either woke up, or had a false awakening at this point. I think I woke up.

Lucid Make-out

A girl was on a bicycle. She wasn't a little girl, but she was younger than I am. Anyway, I started making out with her. She seemed into it. Eventually I tried to do more, but I woke up, again, possibly an FA.

At School

There were several projects hanging on a wall. One was lit. It had a crescent moon. The light turned off just as I looked at it. I was very interested and I liked the picture. I tried to see if the plug had come out, but there were easels in front of all the pictures, and some kind of wires between them. I tried to go around them all, but I had a coat on and couldn't squeeze through the easel on the end and the wall. I said never mind.

Then I was on the floor taking gloves off. I had 4 pairs of gloves on my left hand. Every time I pulled a glove off, there was another one underneath it. I thought that was very strange, and so did this other person who was watching me.

I organized the gloves. I had my driving gloves, I had my winter gloves, I had another pair of driving gloves which must have been a gift, and a single glove without a match.

Then a girl came in, gave me a muffin, and left. I was grateful and thanked her, though I was a little late. Then I tried to tell her I'd pay her back some time. Someone in the room was trying to sleep and she told me that I thanked her too many times.

Then I was trying to sleep. The portion of the room by the door had at least 4 medium to large parrots in cages. I thought I should be comfortable with them as I've had birds in my life. One looked like my old Blue Front Amazon, but I thought the birds were a bit excessive, and they were kind of blocking the door in and out.

Then I had to go to the bathroom. It was very public. The urinal was a bucket, and someone was standing on it to pee. It was to keep clean the way people don't sit on a toilet.

Then that person was gone and someone was in the adjacent stall. I thought I would wait even though the urinal was free. Someone else came up and was going to go ahead of me, and they said they would be a few minutes, so I should go. I decided to go.

When I got up to the urinal, it had a bunch of dishes or trash or something in it, so I said fuck it and walked out.

Claymation Game

All I remember from this dream was that there was a game with a cartoon of a claymation dinosaur / dragon. It appeared to be about 6" tall. There was a goal to do something with a ball which was about 2" in diameter--I forgot what. It looked like a beach ball with different colors.

Once the goal was complete, there was like an extra point to be gotten. The dinosaur had to just touch the ball, and the ball would disappear, or be absorbed by the dinosaur or something.

I didn't see the game play, but it was time for the dragon to touch the ball. He touched it with the base of his tail, but the ball didn't disappear. The dinosaur looked at the ball a little confused. He leaned into the ball more--nothing. Then he fell on the ball to make stronger contact with it, but it didn't go away.

Not so Vacation

I was at a beach with my first girlfriend. She was with her new man. I was thinking it was time to pack and go home, so I started to pack.

It was really difficult getting all my clothes together in the suitcase, but I wanted to get it done so I didn't have to do it later.

I saw my old girlfriends cloths and noticed a black, corduroy Nike shirt that I liked, and a shirt with a seagull that I used to like a lot. I wished I had them. Her clothes were perfectly folded.

She told me we were going to stay at the beach until Friday which was a few days away, although it was Thursday. I had a lot of trouble figuring out how much time we could stay at the beach because of this discrepancy, but I tried to enjoy the fact that we had a few days of vacation left.

I wanted to go to the beach, but the bathroom was dirty. There were holes in the bathtub and other places. There was trash stuffed in all the holes, and it wasn't easy to get out, but I couldn't take a shower with trash everywhere.

I didn't want to go to the beach knowing I couldn't take a shower later, but I didn't want to spend my whole vacation cleaning the bathroom.

Eventually I joined the party. I asked if the beach had shells I could look for. R said, "Yes." I looked out the window. The beach was above us, which I thought was odd. I saw nice waves and lots of shells. There were so many shells, it didn't even look nice to walk on the beach.

The Movie Theater

I was in a movie theater. People were gathered in the lobby as if it were a lock-out. I don't remember much, but I do remember a few points.

At one point I had to go to the bathroom. I went in to the mens room and it was oddly hi tech. There was some kind of dash board with buttons and lights or dials or something. I just wanted to take a piss.

Later, there was a crime in the theater. I had to get out of there, and I did, but then I realized I'd left my shoes in the theater and had to go back. I didn't want to spend to much time there because the police were going to be there soon.

I walked passed a couple in a sleeping bag. The girl in the bag reached out showing me her breast. It was only for a moment, but I liked it. It was milky white where she'd covered it with clothing, and darker everywhere else.

This may have been out of order.

The End

Houses were floating up due to either being haunted or due to a tornado...I think. Mostly, it was a threat that they were
going to float away, but it seemed one lifted up. I more remember waking up from the dream and trying to remember it.

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Matte87 was talking on chat in waking life about putting something on his hoodie--"Are you dreaming" I think. I said it should
say, "I am dreaming" because that is what I want to say in my dream. So last night I dreamed I was in a city with some event
going on and some construction or something, and it was on a college campus, so there was a bunch of shit going on.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk, I see a guy with a hoodie on that says, "I am dreaming."

Of course, like a dumb ass I miss the sign. I kept going where I was going, then decided to talk to the guy with the hoodie, but I
couldn't find him. Then I started to hear the guy on Public Radio in waking life. He often finds his way into my dream, usually just
manipulating the story. This morning he was talking about Isreal and the surrounding nations. I started dreaming of a reporter working
through a crowd of people with this story.

It was a frantic scene as it seemed to affect us more directly than that news usually hits us. I followed the reporter up stairs through
a crowd of people. Up the stairs on the next level of whatever building it was, I had to use the bathroom. The radio personality was
sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall doing his show.

As I went to the bathroom, walking away, he leaned forward and raised his voice so I could hear the end of what he was saying.
That was really weird.

So, I had to drop the kids off at the pool. It is a big bathroom, but there is a lock on the door, so I lock it for privacy. Then I realize that
there are multiple stalls, so the bathroom should be able to allow for more than just me. I reluctantly unlock the door. Then I went looking
for my stall. I hate using public bathrooms and this was the worst. There were these small, frail looking commodes, and they were just seats.
Instead of a bowl, they had bags hanging down, and the bags weren't opened well. I would have to fix one so it would be open.

The dream ended there and I'm glad it did. Yuk!