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

Dad

I lit up a cigarette and took a drag. IWL I quit 20 years ago. My father came home so I ran out of the house. I was afraid because I wasn't supposed to smoke in the house.

I told him, "I won't do it again." Then he was smoking too. Then I came up to him and neither of us were smoking. I was so excited to see him, I tried to explain how important it was that I connect with him this time. I knew that I'd had other chances and never could connect with him. I kind of knew that I'd been seeing him in dreams, but I didn't really put it all together.

The dream ended there.

Lost

I was looking for a party and got lost driving. I turned around and found my way back. Being lost on dream roads was really weird.

I got to the party and found a couple of my old bosses there. I felt out of place with one because he holds a much, much higher position than I ever did, but just as I was feeling that way, he hugged me.

At that point, he turned into an unresponsive DC. We separated, and the dream ended.

The Road

I was in the back seat of a car with another older gentleman. Our boss was dropping us off at our cars. The other guy in the back seat was told that he was being demoted or fired-I forgot which. I felt bad for him.

The old guy got out, then my boss told me it was my stop too. I said, "Oh, yeah." I got out with a beer in my hand. I went with the old guy who was looking for his car. Then I needed to get where I was going.

I went to cross a street to catch a bus, but I had apparently waited until after a light had changed below. Now traffic was coming on. I wanted to beat the traffic and run across, but it was several lanes, and some huge vehicles were coming. Yeah, a couple war ships!

The road was brightly lit, and the two war ships went screaming by. Then a couple tractor trailers went by. Then I think a fire engine or something went by. It was all these huge vehicles.

Eventually I was just across the street, and walking right at someones yard. I needed to finish my beer before the bus came, so I started guzzling the beer. It was pretty good for dream beer. I was going to have to dispose of the bottle when empty, but I didn't want to throw it in the persons yard. I didn't want to toss it in the sewer grate, so I started thinking of where to leave it gently at the edge of the street.

I tried to poor the rest out, but a cop drove by or something, so I only poored out some. Soon, the alcohol in it caught the ground on fire. Shit! I drank the rest and put the bottle by a tree. I then moved the bottle to be in the shadow of the tree. I thought I should move the bottle to another place because the car head lights would shine on it as they drove past. I couldn't find a good place for it, and I was afraid my bus would be there soon.

I woke up then. I hope to dream more tonight.