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

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.

Fight at School

I was in a school setting. It reminded me of my elementary school at one point, but nothing else about the dream had anything to do with it.

It was very crowded. A black guy wanted to fight me for some unknown reason.

He ended up getting brass knuckles. This idea was carry-over from a movie I recently saw. I was terrified. I got a broom stick or a mop handle with nothing attached to it and hid it behind a door so the guy wouldn't see it when he came after me. I wanted the element of surprise.

At one point I saw some school officials and I said, "I hope you're going to protect me!" I figured it was their job to protect students, though they didn't seem to care.

Eventually the guy reached out and gave me the brass knuckles. They were thinner than they would be in waking life. He looked at me as if to say, "Don't worry white boy; I'm not going to hurt you."

I was so relieved. I gave the brass knuckles back to the guy.

Girl

A girl Bv came up to me. She was looking at my clothes. She said, "Are those boxers?" I said, "Yea." She said, "Can I see?" I showed her the top of them. My hip bone was showing. She was acting like she wanted me, so I said, "Come here" and led her down a step and around a corner where nobody could see. I wanted her to put her hand down my drawers, but then she backed away. She said she couldn't. I was very disappointed.


Art

I was in a bedroom, but much of it was set up like a shop of sorts. People had come over to buy stuff. At one point they went into another room. A guy was in the room as if an employee. He straightened up the place while the customers were in the other room. I told another DC that he was doing a quick "puff and tuck" which is a term we used to use at a bedroom store when we had to straighten up.

I found it odd that he would do a retail straightening up in a bedroom, but he was gay and he liked making sure everything was just so.

Then the people came back into the main room. Now they were looking at art that was in the room. The manager of the old bedroom store told them to hold on. He wanted to show them something. He left and came back with some art that I had done and given him many years ago.

This art was in the style of art I did many years ago with particle board, india ink, glass chips, and little stones to make stars and planets. The wood was cut into a semi circle. Another was an oval canvas.

I got a pretty good look at one of the pieces. There were three planets in a nearly straight line. There were also glass chips that made up curved lines. The were either colored glass, or I had painted a representation of reflection nebula around them. The constellations were labeled Enceladus and Titan (not constellations in waking life, but moons of Saturn.)

This is carryover from a sound project I've been thinking about.

I would like to try to make this piece of art just to see something from a dream on a regular basis, but I'm not set up for it. maybe some day.

I was in a large room. It was as big as an airplane hanger. There was no furniture.

Hanging from the ceiling were huge steel objects. Their dimensions were approximately 10' x 10' x 2', They were different shapes and colors, but solid colors.

I looked up knowing what to do. I had to avoid these objects that were coming to kill me. One came sliding across the ceiling. It could drop on me. Then another came from the other side of the room. It slid towards me, but it lower as it came towards me, so instead of threatening to drop on me, it could simply hit me as it moved forwards.

I started looking around the room and multiple objects started moving. I had to maneuver my way away from them.

Then the room started producing objects. I had to find stop button for each object or the room would continue to produce that object.

The room produced large plastic garbage cans. Then it started producing large plastic guns. I had to find some button and press it. I did.

Then the room started producing a small action figure. It was evil. It wasn't so much shaped like a person, but it spoke...eventually. It had a light which I ripped out carefully. I had to avoid a sharp point on the figure. I was upset about the point so I went to break it. It turned out to be a spear. When I broke the figures spear, it got mad and spoke to me saying, "You got me there, but now I'm angry!" or something like that. I continued to rip out a few wires and it "died."

Dream Skip

I'm in an old condo I used to live in with my mother. It was in good condition, but a wall was coming apart and it was going to need work soon. We needed to sell the place quickly to avoid having to deal with the problem.

As I walked through the house, I looked down over the living room. It was all white. There was a computer in the far right corner with a display in front of it. It was like silly bands, but nearly a foot high. There were several of them and they took on a random shape in response to the computer input. It was a physical manifestation of art that my mother was working on.

I was surprised that she would choose to do her art on a computer, but she did, and she had set up this thing in front of the computer to change shapes as she worked on her art. The art she was working on and the silly bands did not look alike. The silly bands would all take on the same shape.

There was another computer at the opposite corner of the room. It displayed the same artwork as the other computer. Someone made some innocuous change on the second computer, but it made a change to the display of silly bands. This change would be a give-away that someone had played with her computer.

There was some issue with some people trying to kill someone and they were caught. Then three ugly, heavy-set black women sat down at a dinner table and tried not to look guilty, but they were guilty of the crime.

The End