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

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

    1. High w/B.K.; Girls Breasts; Driving Bus High;

      by , 10-23-2012 at 03:28 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I was confronted by B.K. about some notes I'd written. I was afraid I would be kicked out of the C.S. I was so high. I read the last sentence and it was really weird, though something I might write IWL.

      I laughed. B.K. asked why I laughed. I explained it looked like something I would write.
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      Girls chest, tank-top, cleavage with goose bumps.
      Then puffy brown areola were showing.
      My feet were pointing backward trying to touch her breasts.
      She moved close enough to barely graze a foot.
      I tried to get on the computer and bring up the camera to take video, but I couldn't get to the camera.

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      I was driving my bus very high. I couldn't turn the bus, so I stopped.

      Then I was in my truck. I parked it and left it, but then was trying to find it again.

      I realized I was dreaming, I was in a building trying to get out. I ran down the steps and had a false memory of how to get out.

      Outside, I flew to find my truck. My truck appeared up in the air. It was blue, not black, which I found weird, but it was mine. I got in the truck and Bobby Cox was in it. He was the mechanic.

      He questioned me about finding my way out of the building, so I said, "I flew up here, didn't I?"

      Then the mechanic was Pat C. I went to kiss him (?), then I bit his mouth. I tried to bite clean through his lips. Then I went to bite his whole face/head, and I did.

      I started driving down the road trying to find my bus. I was lost, and trying to get somewhere where I at least recognized how to get home.

      I saw some people walking down the street. I saw a pretty girl, but I had to pass them. This part was not so lucid.

      I was more lucid when I came to a room with white, metal bunk beds. It was about 10 bunk beds high. I saw a deformed child. I flew up the beds, half climbing them. All the beds had deformed, crying children in them.

      I couldn't find anyone my age, so I left them.

      Then I was with R, my FGF. She gave me ten dollars but I didn't want it. I just wanted to be with her. She turned out to be J. I told her I loved her.