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

Tryglycerides

I was at a restaurant at the bar or at a high table. I saw a guy with a book about 8" thick, maybe more. It was ridiculous. The spine of the book said, "Triglycerides." There were other words, but I couldn't make them out. That really didn't matter.

I study diet IWL. I'm no more interested in triglycerides than anything else, but I figured in my dream that this guy obviously is studying them in depth, and it is something I'm interested in, so this was a great opportunity.

I asked him to tell me about triglycerides. He said, "OK..." It was as though he was going to say something, but he wrote it on a napkin instead. When I read it, it was in cursive and said, "I" "I have" "I have" and kept going with similar stuff. It looked much the same from one pair of words to the next. I Mentioned how odd it seemed.

The guy said, "Well, there are thousands of definitions for 'trigycerides." I thought to myself, "Well! I'm not about to work out thousands of definitions." I turned and looked at a lady beside me who was possible a friend of the guy I was talking to. I turned to her and her bare breast was right there. Her nipple was shiny with some kind of grease or water or something. It was pink and lovely.

I don't attribute this to precognition by any means, but it is very interesting that today IWL, I was reading a new book I got on synergies and came across triglycerides and why they are bad. They come from animal fat and they reduce the effectiveness of leprin, a hormone that tells you when you are getting full.

Reading My Dad's Book

My father never actually wrote a book, but he wrote a lot, and talked about writing a screenplay IWL.

I was reading a book my dad wrote. It had just come back from the printer.

I was able to make out the words very well, though I only read one sentence. I was busy editing in my mind. Much of the book had been printed the way my dad used to print--all caps. I began noticing letters were transposed, and then I noticed that not all of the sentences were all caps. I wanted to 'tell my dad that he should have let me edit his work before sending it to the printer.

I tried to not be the editor for my dads big day, so I started to just read. I read a sentence that ended up making sense, but deserved a rewrite. It was something like, "He didn't put 'He didn't do it on purpose..."

As I read it, I worked out the logic that it actually made sense. It wasn't dream-logic.

The End

The Preacher and his Wife Divorce

The news was covering the death of a preacher's wife. I was viewing the coverage on-site. The camera panned all around a yard that was flooded on 3 sides. The camera didn't show the fourth side of the house. The water was muddy red.

Then preacher had passed. She was alone and dealing with the estate. The newscaster asked the woman what she was wearing. The preacher's wife said, "A necklace." She wanted another one because her husband rarely got her anything...or something like that.

Dream skip

I'm in the same house, but now there is a girl and a vampire. The girl had just been bitten that day. She was starting to feel weird and was freaking out. She was getting upset. The man wasn't mad at her for being upset because he knew she was now a vampire because of him. He tried to comfort her.

They were lying down on a marble floor to go to sleep. They had no bed, sheets, pillows, or anything. He kept getting closer to her to comfort her. It seems that scene played out twice.

Dream skip

The girl is just a girl. She had short blond hair. She was kind of cute. Apparently she had been dancing the night before, but I missed it. I think I'd been drunk and fell asleep. I told her that I would like to see her dance (naked was not the implication). I told her I thought she was really pretty and I didn't get to see her dance the night before.

She asked if I really wanted to see her dance. I said I would love to, so she got up and shook her hips right there in preparation to get up where she was going to go to dance.

When she walked to where she was going to dance, she disappeared. Two guys then came out of an adjacent room. I was waiting for the girl to come out.

One of the guys then stood making himself look really funny. He bowed his legs and separated them really far. This made his legs really thin and long, and made his body short and high up off the ground. I laughed out loud in my dream.

Eventually the girl came back out, but she looked like a female version of one of the guys...and too much like a guy. I completely lost interest and my dream ended.

This is the second Slave to Aliens dream I remember.

It starts in the middle, but I don't know if there was a beginning.

I was asking for change to buy a Coke. The guy told me he couldn't give me change because "they" (the aliens) take half of the ones you buy for themselves. That sucked!
Then, I was at a table with what seemed like old high-school text books. They all had loose papers and candy in them (?), and everyone was supposed to take a book. It was instructions on how life was going to be with aliens running the world.

I took a book and tried to manage all the shit that was inside. Someone took one of my Starburst as everything was open and sliding around. I took it back, and then gave it back to the person who had taken it. They obviously really wanted it.

Then I got some totally whacked movie visuals of these aliens. They were in flying army vehicles. They would go to apartments that were like hotels with one plate-glass window after another where peoples living-rooms were. These aliens were shooting inside each one just fucking everybody up. I guess they were; I didn't really see anyone getting killed, but glass was breaking and they were just exterminating everyone. I wasn't really scared though. At this point I was watching it like a movie, though it kind of sucked because it was still my world they were destroying.

Anyways, they went to another set of apartments that looked a bit different, but same concept. The aliens started shooting each one, and finally went inside one of the units.

Inside, I was there on the bed. My little girl was on the computer looking at pictures--then she had two friends with her.

My dream ended there. I had forgotten it when I woke up, but remembered I had had a dream I wanted to remember, so I started trying to remember it and did
pretty quickly.