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

#59

I woke up to pee. I don't know what time it was. I went back to bed and cycled (SSILD). It hasn't been working lately, but neither have I been trying very hard. Last night I made a serious effort with my cycling.

Spoiler for Sexy Time:

My dream opens with a chick spread wide open for me. I don't even see the girl except for her vaginal area. I was nervous for the usual reason, but I conclude that I really am dreaming even without an RC.

I eat the girl out with a fervor, ass and all for as long as I can. Eventually the dream shifts.

I lost lucidity, and I can't remember what happened afterward, but compared to the lucid portion of the dream, I couldn't care less about it.

I woke up and had to pee again after this dream, or possibly later.

I decided to cycle again and see if I could have another lucid. I have my typical itches that disturb my cycling, so I scratch and move around until I can rest and cycle properly. I do, and eventually I dream.

#60

I'm with B. L. and my wife. At one point I think R was there. I'm walking down a long, curved street. I tell B that I have dreamed of this road before. It was actually a false memory.

We walked down the hill to the bottom where there was GA red clay piled up from a construction job, and it was spotted with rocks. I tried to tell B that I remembered that also. It was as though I had dreamed of the very same road.

I said something about my birthday in relation to the memory. My wife started crying because I said I had the dream on my birthday. (This stemmed from her not caring about dreaming at all IWL) I responded to her, "No, it was my birthday IN the dream when I had been down the road."

Beyond the construction type Earth pile was a gully, and turning to the left about 130° was some modest housing. This was also a false memory that just amazed me. The whole scene was like I'd been there before. The only thing different was that I remembered the housing being not as nice as it was now.

I turned around and B was up a ramp (that hadn't been there before) and was walking away with R or my wife. I started trying to go up the ramp, but I had a bit of a hard time getting up it. It was steep and slippery.

I held on to some black piping and made it to the top where I found a black girl. her skin was like an iron skillet, but it was nice just the same. She was easy enough to look at.

I told her that if this were a dream...and I became lucid.

I started singing a Bee Gee's tune with different lyrics

Spoiler for Sexy Time:

and took down her white shorts. I looked her in the face and I had no trouble pulling her pants down.

I touched her vag and paid special attention to how it felt. I mashed down and felt her skin on my hands and fingers. I then picked her waist up to eat her and she was small. I thought, as long as I'm picking her up, I might as well turn her around so she can suck me, so I turned her around. She started sucking me and a woke up.

I was sad to wake up, but I enjoyed my dreams. I went to pee and tried cycling again. I dreamed, but I don't remember what, and it wasn't lucid.

I dreamed I was driving to my last destination in trucking.
Along the way I ended up at a house I was looking at buying
or it was my father's second wife's house. She was somehow
in the dream.

All of the above comes straight from what is
happening in my waking life.

I don't know where I was coming from; I forget, but I was in a shopping cart or something, cruising down the street and up a hill so fast that I flew threw the air.

I had to lean back or else I would fall forwards and crash. I landed in a restaurant.

--

I was in my house alone. Three women came in without knocking or anything, and started running around. At least two of them were really cute, but it was still kind of disturbing. Then a fourth girl, a black girl came in. One of them said they were just checking the place out and looking for something. Then they left and my wife came home.

--

I was at some kind of party. There were escalators going up to another level.

As if it were an instructional video, I saw how the escalators could take small tanks up, and if they weighed too much, they would get a jolting bump to push them up to the next step to help them out.

Then, I was going up the escalator. There was a heavy-set black lady in front of me who couldn't make it up. I couldn't understand why when the escalator would help her.

Then I was in another room trying to explain what had happened to a bunch of people who were socializing. I started explaining how the escalator could help bump up a tank, but this big lady couldn't make it.

I started to explain how that was what happened in a dream I had. I was getting confused if it was real or I had dreamed it. Casually but quickly, everyone started going outside. They left me feeling really stupid on the couch.

Then there was a guy who rode his bike everywhere. He was like super bicycle man with a blue, yellow, and white spandex outfit and matching helmet. He did it by choice, but Work was about 40 miles away, and when I told him I couldn't believe he rode his bike there, he rolled his eyes because it was so far.

We walked off talking about some stuff; I forget what. Eventually I was going to let him go, but then I saw a gun at his side. I asked what kind it was. I forget what kind it was, but he let me see it. I removed the action the way you would remove a camera from a tripod. Strange.

Then I released the mag and looked at the bullets. I said, "Hollow-point 40's?" He said, "Yea. It is awesome knowing about guns, isn't it?" I agreed. (I know a little about guns in waking life; not much.)

He finally left.