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

OGF in the Ghetto

I was with an OGF J. She asked if I remember when we used to do it. I said "Yes." I started feeling her breast, and then we started looking for somewhere to go to be in private.

Then I realized I was dirty, so I decided to take a shower really quickly. I found a bathroom in my Grandmother's house, but it was occupied. I went to a less private bathroom in her house, but as I started looking for it, the house got messy and it wasn't where it was supposed to be.

I started looking more and ended up in a commercial kitchen. My friend M. S. was there as an employee. I asked about somewhere to just rinse off. They said I could go to the back where there were some sprayers hanging from the ceiling.

I went back there and then my friend pushed me into a pool of waste from the dishes. My mouth was closed, but I ended up with a bunch of grits in my mouth. It was nasty. My friend started laughing.

I reached out and pulled him in, but he didn't get anything in his mouth. I was pissed. I started spitting stuff out of my mouth, but he didn't care.

I was finally back with J. and ready to do it with her. We were in a ghetto. She pulled over to this abandoned multi-story building. There were people outside, and I figured there were people inside.

I figured it was dangerous and gross, but whatever. We went up a flight of stairs. It seemed some rooms might be occupied. These rooms were open, without doors. They were like the rooms druggies use in abandoned buildings. Crap is everywhere and it's dark and nasty.

We find a room that looks available on the 2nd or 3rd floor. We start to go in when we are greeted by two women dressed fairly nicely, and now we are in a large living room area.

They ask if we are OK. They say our parents are probably worried for us. The women know that people who end up in this building are not doing well. We say we are OK.

The women then put a lease on a coffee table and ask us to look it over. The lease says that there is no running water in the building. I think it also said there was no electricity or anything else. We are not supposed to sign the lease. It is simply to advise us that there are no conveniences.

I looked at the lease and thought how interesting the lease was. Then the ladies left. Then a black guy was in the room and his dick was out. He wanted a blow job. He wasn't threatening, but he was ghetto and invading my scene.

Eventually he left and I think we made it to the room, but my dream ended then.

Futuristic

I was in some kind of transportation ship with an unknown DC. The DC was in control. We were facing a building which was in the process of exploding. The entire building--inside, was exploding at that moment. We were going to fly through it, and we did, though I didn't dream that part. It was simply explained that we wouldn't know anything about it, and nobody else would see or know that it happened. The idea was that the ship used a technology which avoided passing through physically.

When we had passed through, a man and a woman were sitting on the floor inside a subway system, their backs up against a wall, or even the support of a handrail from stairs leading down to the subway.

In front of each of them were all of their loose items: a hand-held walki-talki like the police keep on their shoulder, and several other small items, all black. Everything was laid out in an orderly square in front of them.

The man was explaining that it was a result of the hyperspace passage, though that term was not how he said it. He tried to explain it to the girl. He said, "Here, pick up your walki-talki...put your hand here (over the walki-talki). Now pick it up (telekinesis implied). She did make the walki-talki levitate.

The woman started talking over the walki-talki. The man began to explain that it wouldn't work right because of the trip through the building. Her transmission was made in slow motion as though we were still in the wake of the hyperspace passage.

It was then explained how her message was received as being urgent, but instead of "keying" her mic twice to push the message faster, her message was given twice. This message was, "on on" which was backwards due to the hyperspace journey.

This message was shown to me visually with the words passing over some kind of conveyor. Then the words were shown in stone triangles as if chiseled out of the stones. The stones passed over the rollers, at a certain point they flipped over so the message was now, "no no" which was the woman's real message.

As mentioned, nobody would no anything about the trip. The stones were going to pass the message to some authority, but since nobody would could know of this message, the stones could not reach their destination. As such, they were deposited in an orderly way in a line that made a wall.

Now I was with a bunch of people in the subway area again. Everyone was being herded around, or they were waiting for their turn to go somewhere. The government was like big brother, and now I wasn't enjoying my position of privilege.

I scoped out the situation. I soon tried to explain that I'd been with McGarrett (from the old Hawaii 5-0), but this didn't earn me any favor. I saw Samual L. Jackson, but he didn't seem to be getting any special treatment either.

I heard a subway come. People were running to it and jumping the turn-stile. I didn't want to, but I made up my mind to do so. I jumped the turn-stile and made it to a car where I thought I recognized a friend. It turned out I didn't recognize the person after all. I got nervous, but I was on my way...somewhere.

We ended up passing a cave. I recognized it through false memory as a cave I had passed through, or even made, with my friends from the original ship. I told someone I had been through there, trying to explain a bit about the important mission. I also retold a bit of an old recurring dream that I thought was part of my mission from this dream, and how I had risked my life.

This old dream was one where I was walking the tracks of a train, and how I had to climb through a trellice or some sort of support. It was very dangerous and I was happy when I'd made it back to safety.

Chinese Buildings / Radio Announcer


NPR came on this morning and infiltrated my dream.

I was in China, watching a building being built at night. I forgot almost all of the dream. It was very involved. In any case, when it was over, the dream switched to me being inside a house, likely in America, and the NPR announcer was in the living room with me.

He walked across the living room to his seat saying his finishing line, "I'm (whatever my name is) for NPR in Shanghai." I don't remember if he said Shanghai or some other place. My memory escapes me, but I couldn't help but thing how dumb it was to be saying his ending line when he was right there with me.

It wasn't that he wasn't in Shanghai or whatever. That part was OK. It's just that I knew who he was, and he was acting like he needed to tell me as though he was talking to everyone through the radio, which of course he was because NPR was infiltrating my dream.

In my dream, it was really weird. It was like someone talking to you in third person. Then I started thinking, I wish I could do a piece based on a manuscript I wrote. I could be all technical and sound important, but that wasn't about to happen, and my dream ended.

Argue and Make Up

My wife wanted help cleaning up. She said the dishes needed to be washed, and she asked me to sweep the floor...and please mop...please! She was upset with me.

I started sweeping, but it was hard to get all the dirt to sweep up. There was crap everywhere, and I was upset about having to clean up.

I was barefoot. I was sweeping up cat litter, but we don't have a cat and my wife won't let me have one in waking life, so I was pissed about having to clean up kitty litter.

I told my wife, who looked like someone completely different, why I was mad. I was calm about it, and she said she didn't want to fight. She asked me to hold her, so I held her. We started messing around. I was licking around her vagina, but now we were in a public auditorium. Someone came in at the bottom, so I said we had to stop.

The lady came up a bit, and then went out a door to her left. We continued messing around for a bit. I did not get pleasure from the sex the way I typically do in dream sex. It was more a matter of what the dream story was than the fact that I was performing a sex act.

Dream Skip

I'm still with my wife I think. I see a bunch of rodent cages that look rather convenient for housing mice or gerbils, and it looks like they are being thrown away. I went up to them to check them out, and they had little furry rodents in them.

Every time I moved a cage, the rodents were multiplied. They would get out of where they were, and then there were to many to put in the space they were just in.

My wife, or who ever it was now, said she lost a bunch of them. I found a whole family living out of the cage, and managed to pluck them all up and put them in my shirt. Then I started looking for where to put them with no luck.

The End

Playing Piano

I was playing some little piece on the piano in front of a bunch of people. It was a simple little piece, but it was captivating for some reason, and everyone loved it. I was alternating two notes, but they sounded good together. I started forgetting the piece, so a started improvising. I was playing chords that didn't really sound that great to me, but everyone loved it.

Then I started playing up the keyboard and my hands were so dextrous, I was playing stuff I could never play in waking life. I was amazing myself, and it was all improvised.

I finished the piece and everyone was cheering. I won third place, which surprised me, and received a $200 check.

The End

I dreamed of a hotel that looked similar to the Peachtree Center Plaza Hotel in GA



only the elevator shafts went out horizontally from the top, then went down, the back
out horizontally, then down, until they reached the ground. There were two elevator
shafts that did this, one on either "side" of the building.

I don't remember the connection, but this was a Palestinian Hotel. I wondered how an
elevator would go down the strange, jagged descent a few times, but couldn't make
heads or tales of it.