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

    Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.

    1. Entry for 5.19.2011 - Dream in the Old West

      by , 05-20-2011 at 01:18 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I was in an old West setting. I saw a guy sitting in a chair in a big room--a bar/saloon or something. I remember a wood floor. The room was very big and pretty empty.
      The guy in the chair had straight, dark brown hair. He was rich, though he didn't look it.

      I heard him saying under his breath what he would do if the business were his. He was saying something about a security system, and his thoughts beyond that were
      to fix the place up. He intention was to be helpful to the owner rather than simply stating what he would do if it were his in an ego-centric fashion.

      I went over to him and thanked him for being concerned for other people instead of being apathetic due to being very well off himself.

      Then there was another scene where an old guy, a real character comes into play.
      He had a crew cut due to being older and not having much hair. What little he had
      was gray. He is wearing old, sweaty clothes of gray. He was in a long-sleeve undershirt
      and suspenders. He wore a monocle, but it didn't make him look sophisticated. It had
      a film over it as though it hadn't been washed in...ever, and made his mouth kind of
      turn up to keep it in place.

      He had a silver bullet which was supposed to be valuable due to the silver content, but
      it was more than that. He came up to a guy behind an out-door sales stand trying to
      sell it. There was some lore behind the bullet. It was coveted for some reason. The old
      man had the bullet on a necklace. He pulled it out from his undershirt to
      show it to the man behind the stand. The man would not buy the bullet for the requested
      price.

      The old man explained in a raspy voice that the item was the real thing and he wanted a
      fair price for it. He put the bullet back under his shirt, squatted a little adjusting his pants,
      and snapped his suspenders, running his thumbs from half way up to his shoulders where
      he popped them.

      That is where the dream ended. I don't usually dream of anything half this interesting
      based on the visuals or content. It was really cool.