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

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

    1. Home Components Equal Music; In the Military

      by , 01-06-2012 at 07:00 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Home Components Equal Music

      Someone had explained to me, and then I was trying to explain to someone else, how different parts of a home correlated to parts of a symphony.

      There was a large home, and a symphony playing in the background. I was trying to explain how if you took the columns away from the home (huge columns, though the house was really just a model), a certain section of the symphony wouldn't be heard anymore. The columns then floated away from the model, and one section of the band was no longer heard.

      --

      I was in the military in a truck of sorts. I was standing between the drivers seat and a seat behind me. The two seats were so close together, that I was squeezed tight. This helped me with the next part of my dream.

      I was holding on to an ovular ring on the ceiling of the truck with two fingers. I intended for it to look like I was holding up the weight of my body with two fingers, but in fact I'm pretty tall, and the seats being so tight held me up, and I could just reach up to the ring.

      Other's looked at me in amazement that I could hold up my bodyweight with 2 fingers. A short, fat guy tried to jump up and grab a ring, but he couldn't even reach it. Then it came into question how I could really hold on with just two fingers.

      I was going to have some kind of test about it now, and I wanted to explain how I couldn't really have held up my body weight, but I couldn't explain it because my dream slowed me and my reactions down.

      I ended up being thrown under the truck with another person. It was easy enough to stay out from under the wheels, and I was thinking of rolling out from under the truck.

      Later, I was talking to my commanding officer. I was nervous about telling him the deal with the truck.
      Categories
      non-lucid
    2. Over Japanese Nuclear Plant Disaster

      by , 04-06-2011 at 05:08 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Background note: I used to work at AIG. I did some unique, creative work for them which they liked. I was "promoted" a few times, but never rewarded with rank or title; but I was given better work. The used me for two years.

      Dream:

      There was more dream that led up to this but I forgot it, so I start out in a strange vehicle flying over the Japanese nuclear disaster.

      With the plant shut down, they are releasing all the sea water being used to cool the spent rods back into the ocean as it will be diluted by the rest of the ocean.

      I was being flown in a long box thing with windows. It flew by jet power or something. I looked down and saw the water rushing. There were officials overseeing the operation on top of secured train cars with water almost touching their feet, but they were safe some how.

      The driver of my vehicle swoops down very fast and erratically and comes very close to the water, but we kept circling. It was like we were the news. Then, the driver becomes this Armed Forces guy--very serious, and he DOES go into the water...and we are not enclosed anymore. We have to hold our breath!

      We go deeper until my head is under water. WTF?! The guy doesn't even warn me? So we are cruising deeper and deeper and I think this is pretty ridiculous now, and soon I need to come up for air.

      I make it back to the top for air. Now I feel like I need to save the other guy, so I take four deep breaths to get oxygen back to my brain, I started feeling better, and then I went back down to see how the guy was doing.

      Now I'm with my dad. We are all in Army attire but kind of futuristic (my dad was in the army), and we are lined up as if at a bank. My dad and I are signing papers.

      My dad said to me quietly, "See, I've never had to sign papers with three other people." Only three people were signing the paper, but that is what he meant. (His point was that someone else could change something later and then his signature would still be on the paper, and he didn't feel comfortable with that.)

      Soon, the person behind the counter was an old boss J.H. I was going back to work with her at AIG...kind of. The papers I was signing indicated permissions. I was allowed to map drives on my computer to Google and certain other programs.

      I asked about it for more information and J.H. told me how my dad and I were signing the papers because I was known for talking a lot before. I couldn't get my argument out in this dream of how much I did for this company, so I said, "When do I get a promotion?!"

      At this point they let the cat out of the bag. J.H. pointed to a man on her left and said I'll be working with the devil.

      Fuckin' A! I looked at my dad realizing we were in Hell. Then, very quickly, I realize this I'm in a dream. Cool! I decide I'm going to bitch-slap the devil! I turn to my dad and say, "Watch this!" Then I walked around the other side of the counter and told this bitch of a lady who knew I was going to Hell, "Watch this! Hey...watch this!" I couldn't really get her attention.

      I woke up. Still, of all the times to go lucid, I was really happy for that moment!
      Tags: aig, army, dad, hell, japan, water
      Categories
      lucid , non-lucid , memorable , side notes
    3. Special Forces and Good Times

      by , 03-05-2011 at 11:09 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      In waking life yesterday I hiked a few miles near Kennesaw Mountain. My legs are shot. This made me dream a fragment about some kind of troopers. It was basically G.I. Joe guys; nothing really happened with them though.

      --

      I was with a black lady. I never saw her face. I saw her ass. It had weird designs that didn't look that nice, but I wanted to touch her anyway.

      I turned my face, not because I didn't want to see it, but some how this was to ask permission. As I brought my hand down slowly, she pulled my hand down and I squeezed her ass. I was happy.

      I looked up and now she was on her back and she was Chinese, though again, I never saw her face. I saw her waste. My hand was in her hair.

      The End

      I seem to have pretty good luck in my dreams.