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

#51

I was on the hood of a car. Another car drove up about to hit me. It had a For Sale sign in the window. It cost $2600.00. I also saw a price of $2400 and $700. I was first relieved the price had come down, then I was afraid the price was $2600. Why else would that sign still be displayed?

This car was about to hit me, but it ran up the side of my car. I was on the hood of my car and rolling down the street only because of this car that was dragging me along. Now I'm between the car for sale and a city bus.

My car spins around and then I end up on the ground. I'm sliding down the street on my butt. I wish I'd gotten my camera so I could take a picture of the street moving under me so I could prove that this guy had made me slide down the street. I gave up on the camera idea, but then started thinking this was just strange.

I realized I was dreaming. I decided to go look for woman. I jumped up and started to fly, but I was pretty heavy. Darn! I decided to fly straight up and I got more speed up. Then I found a building and decided to fly to a window. I tried phasing through it but had some trouble. That's weird. I know the window can't stop me, so I phase through the wall and make my way through.

I'm in some kind of college. I start running on a curved wall for some reason. I go through some nonsense with a guy and some chick--unimportant. I look for someone pretty. I end up in a mall at Christmas. I leave and find my way back to the college. The women aren't college age. They are about 30 I guess. I think I ended up in a college because I'm trying to go back to school.

So I find a girl. She's older than a typical college girl. She goes into a shower. I go to the shower and see another girl who looks nice, but I want the first one. I take off my pants and underwear carefully so they don't get hung up on my feet. I open the shower curtain to the first one. She says something to deter me, and I tell her not to worry about that. I pick her up and we both drop straight down on her back. I land on top of her and start to make it with her.

I eventually started waking up. I tried to relax and stay asleep but I woke up.

I drank a few glasses of wine and went to a friends house the night before. These are atypical stimuli that I attribute to helping become lucid. I used no technique. I do believe that lucidity can be induced by a combination of atypical stimulus and meditation on whatever you want to dream about.

I don't have enough success with women to pursue them so much, so I plan to try to accomplish other dream goals from now on.

Football Guts

I ran over a football with a charter bus. I was afraid it was my professional football, but someone held that one up in good shape, so it must have been my sons junior size football.

Now I'm outside and I see what looks like an eyeball with stringy stuff coming off the back, and a weird yarn-like mass. It is about 8 inches long and yarn is coming out from the center so you can see the ends of each piece of yarn.

I step on the eye and juice shoots up my leg. I find this really weird since my foot covered the entire eye, so how did it go up my leg? I thought about stepping on another eye, but figured it wasn't worth the bother.

Corrupt Politician

There was a politician about to start answering questions. He was in a dark underground room with soft dirt walls. Some voice said he was going to answer based on two names that were in the walls. One was supposed to be a name plate of a person, while the other was an animal.

A reporter type then asked a drawn-out question which I couldn't keep up with, but it seemed to make sense. The politician was sitting in a chair like he was being interrogated. He said, "Your question had something to do with an animal, right?"--and my view was like a camera zooming in on the dirt wall. I soon saw a large and a small dog foot print.

Then the reporter said, "No" (no the question had nothing to do with an animal.) Then the reporter guy asked the question again.

Then there was something about driving down some path and getting away. I had to go to the bathroom, went up stairs followed by 2 guys who were mad that I was ahead of them because they wouldn't be able to pull some job.

The End

Shotgun

I got off of a bus. I have a man at gun-point. I step off cautiously with him in front of me, and then at the back of the bus, I see a guy with a shot-gun kneeling down.

I say to the guy I'm holding at gun-point, "Is he your protection?" The guy says, "Yea."

I see the other guy at the back, and I see him as I look underneath the bus. I back into a building with my guy in front of me and I say to the guy with the shotgun, "Come on! Let's go! Come and get me!"

In the building, I shoot the guy and run. Shooting my pistol was not vivid, but I did make the decision to pull the trigger, and he was no longer with me after that point.

I ran through the room and found another room. It was poorly lit, and had old, makeshift wood tables and not much more. They were well built, but not store bought. Here comes the guy with the shotgun.

He comes in and he shoots me on the left side of my stomach. Damn! I can feel it, but it isn't as bad as it would be if I were really shot (obviously?). I'm not bleeding, but I have some sense that I'm hit, and that that isn't good.

Shotgun guy is now doing something on the other side of the room, and he is with a buddy of his. I make it over to them and take the shotgun. It is as long as an old musket style rifle. It is very un-wieldy.

I pump it and I cock it. I pull out some wire thing from the front, but I have to hurry and shoot or the people will move and take the gun, so I just shoot. Click! It dry-fired.

I pump the gun and cock it again. The wire thing is still out. The length of the entire unit is ridiculously long. I dry-fire again.

I pump and cock again, and realize I need bullets. pull back a bolt action system to open a place for a bullet. This gun apparently requires every preparation device ever created for a gun. I find a medicine bottle with little 5 sided tablets. They were the size of a tic-tac, but with 5 sides and they were cream-colored. There were also these little discs about the same size in the bottle. I dumped some of the tablets in where I opened the bolt, and shut it again. I fired at one of the guys.

The tablets just popped out with no real consequence. Fuck! I had needed to push the wire thing in. Now I start to look for more tablets. I find a pill tube full of those pins with a little plastic thing at one end. I put it back. I'm screwed.

Nothing much happens from there except that I'm under this guys control. I keep looking for ways to get away. Eventually, I feel like asking if the guys holding me now could just call it even. I shot one guy, they shot me, and now we aren't doing anything to each other. Let's just go our separate ways and leave each other alone.

I woke up then.

Having It and Giving It Up

I was with a beautiful girl. She may have been J. M., my high school heart throb, though she looked a little different.

I was sucking the side of her breast and rubbing her stomach. It was heavenly. Her breast was salty. This was OK in my dream, and tasting is generally good in a dream for me.

I asked if she wanted me to stop and she said yes, so I stopped. I was sad...obviously.

An alarm then went off and a DC turned it off for me. I was grateful.


Leaving My Brother

My brother was on a motorcycle with my boy as a passenger, and I was riding on the back the way kids ride bicycles--standing on to pegs sticking out from the back wheels. It was extremely awkward and I told my brother I was just going to walk the rest of the way. I had only a tinge of distaste for him.

Everyone started walking at this point. We ended up in Downtown. It was all cement and didn't seem clean. It was dark as though we were under a walkway or something.

We started walking down a hill of cement and I saw my cat. I/we were letting her go there but I wasn't happy about it. At the street, buses were stopping and pulling away. I saw a tour bus pull out right next to an old style Marta bus. The noise was awful and a bit odd. I wanted to record the bus noises and use it in some music or something.

We then started trying to find exactly how to get where we were going. We never really did figure it out, and searching was a bit uncomfortable.

I was looking for my bus out in a country environment, but it was just one of the shops where I park, according to dream logic.

I found my bus and noticed it was dented in the middle. As I walked around to the passenger's side, I got a better look. It had been wrecked. (Why would I be picking up my bus in that condition?)

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There were a bunch of people picking on someone, or fighting them. Unlike me, I immediately went over to help the person, ignoring any harm that might come to me. I felt really good to be doing the right thing.

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I had another dream where I couldn't get food. I was at some type of banquet. I had eaten two plates already, so I didn't get to enjoy them in my dream.

I didn't want to be greedy, so I didn't eat more, but everyone around me was eating. I eventually decided I better get full; that's what we were there fore.

I went to the buffet, but they were out of food. The server went to get more, so I waited. When he came back, my plate had been served with a piece of steak that I didn't want. Oh well, I would just put some more stuff on my plate. I got my plate and saw about 3 different dishes. One was little clam-like things. It looked like h'orderves. I wanted to get them, and some of the other dishes, but they told me now they were closing up.

Why would they bring out all the food that they did just to close? I started to hurry just to get one plate of food. I saw some broccolli. I never got more food.

I then went to the bathroom to wash my hands. There was stuff all around like a dirty clothes hamper and a stool with clothes hanging off everything. I had to turn to the side to avoid the stuff just to get to the urinals.

Once I got around the stuff in the way, the room opened up. It was a huge bathroom. I thought about how much of a waste of space it was.

I never actually went to the bathroom. I started to wash my hands instead. As I started to wash, I found I had some tin foil in my hands. I was trying to rinse my hands, but the lather kept building up. I never got rid of the tin foil in my hands either.

A Girl and a Video Game

I was with a S_t. I was behind her on a sofa, but we both fit. I was holding her around her waist, but we were both playing a game on the TV.

On the game, we each had a home base to protect, and some things would come down to attack. The goal was to put your cursor over them and hit a button to stop them.

It wasn't shooting them, but in a real game, we would have shot them. At one point, I saw and heard a space ship from Asteroids.

When I had stopped all of the things that were attacking my home base, I started clicking on the ones that were attacking S's home base.

Later, I needed to take the bus home a very long way. I don't ride the bus in w/l. I had given S all my change, so I needed a dollar. My friend gave me a dollar and as I put it in my wallet, I found a dollar, but I wanted the other one anyway so I could eat.

I showed my friend he gave me a ten. He had only looked at the tiny numbers all over the bill and had mistakenly thought it was a single. I showed him and he was happy to get the ten back. I told him I would appreciate his change to give me another dollar since I gave him the ten back, and he gave it to me.

I eventually got on the bus.

Flying Alligator Attack

I was at Mike A's house, though it didn't look like his house. I saw a school bus drive up his back yard and through his front yard. I was upset the driver would do that, but he had an easment, so it was OK.

I went out and got in a school bus and followed him down the front yard. As I went down the hill, I no longer saw the other bus, but I did see an alligator. It flew up into a tree about 30' up. That seemed like a scary proposition to me.

I drove back up the hill towards Mike's house, but I was intrigued by the flying alligator (that scared me so bad). I drove back down the hill and the alligator glided out of the tree.

Now my bus didn't have a roof. I was exposed. I turned my bus back towards the house. The alligator flew up and swooped down landing near my bus. I got very nervous, and my bus was slowing down.

Then there was water all around, and then I was in the water. The alligator was going to come get me. I wondered if I could wrestle the alligator. All you have to do is grab the snout. All their power is in the closing of their mouth. I knew that was easier said than done.

I thought about what it would be like to drown. I could see the murky water.

The End

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XXX Lucid

At one point during lucidity, I tried to shoot lightning out of my palms and failed, so I guess there is a dream fragment missing.

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I was at an indoor pool. The lights were out. There was more light where I was at the shallow end than the deep end.

I dove into the pool and wondered if it was deep enough, so I decided to curve up and come out of the pool. As I came up, I decided to see if I could come up and out of the pool and fly up.

I did start to fly up, but then I was out of the pool again where I started. I saw a beautiful young lady with dark, wavy brown hair at the other end of the pool. She wore a maroon and white bikini. I realized I was lucid and said, "I'd like to see her nude!

She looked surprised and I wondered if I was dreaming after all, then someone said she had smiled. I was confident I was dreaming again.

She was next to me now. I thought about what my friend KristaNicole does to stabilize. I yelled, "I am lucid. 100% lucidity!" I rubbed my hands together. It felt bad. I looked down and I had gause on my hand. I was happy to stabilize though. Then I spun around slowly. My partner said, "Both ways; it's better for both of us!" We spun around the other way.

Then we locked in a giant, wet kiss. She was wondering if that was what she was looking for. I gave her another kiss and told her it was exactly what I was looking for. She agreed.

I looked down at her breast. She was flat as a board. I touched her flat chest. I don't get into a flat chest, but I really liked the girl, so I didn't care. I rubbed it a little.

All of a sudden we were in a room with my grandmother (passed on many years ago), and a couple other people. They were all in bed. We took our clothes off and walked down the hall to another room.

I realized that if I wanted to get dressed again, I would have to walk naked into the room with my grandmother and would likely be in trouble, so I pulled a blanket out of a basket to cover myself up with later.

She had her bikini on again. She was going to take it off, but I told her no. I wanted to reach in and feel her vagina. I did reach in but just felt her hair.

I then got on her chest. I put some "lip gloss" on her lips. She was surprised. She said she'd been beaten up before, but that had never happened. I was kind of surprised and sorry she'd been beaten up, but she seemed really happy, so I didn't worry about it.

She then took it.

I soon woke up.

I'm happier about using stabilization techniques than the awesome sex, but that was good too.