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

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

    1. Football Guts; Corrupt Politician

      by , 01-27-2013 at 06:28 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      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
    2. Women in a Store

      by , 01-26-2013 at 04:33 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Women in a Store

      I was in a dorm room, but I think it was also a restaurant. It was very crowded. I had a football in my hand, and I pretended like I was going to throw it. Then a pretty, long, straight, dark-haired waitress type held up her hands for me to throw it.

      I was happy to throw it. There were lots of people in front of her but I made a perfect throw over their hands and she caught it. Then she threw it back to me. I caught it, but so did someone else. I fought for sole possession of the ball, but couldn't get it. I told the girl that I did catch it though, meaning I didn't miss the ball.

      I was going down the street in a car that you propel with your feet like in the Flintstones...or something. I never saw the vehicle, but that's the best I can imagine it. The only thing is that I didn't propel it like Fred in the Flintstones. I moved it along more like a scooter or a bike, but it wasn't like that either. It was more awkward.

      Anyway, I passed a store with an open front. There was a man on a cell phone tossing a large, foamy, red football up in the air the way I toss a ball to myself when nobody is there to throw it to. I had passed him and stopped to check out the ball. I wanted it, but realized that it wasn't a quality ball, so I'd rather not have it at all.

      Then I payed more attention to the store. I saw jerseys hanging from the ceiling. The store was packed with hanging clothes, but that was just the opening to get people's attention.

      I decided to check it out, and once I started to go in, I was already in the store. It looked like Hobby Lobby the way the aisles and light looked.

      There were about 4 or 5 older ladies talking. One mentioned something about weather this was a dream. I thought about that myself and decided to RC. One of my fingers looked a little funny, but I had five fingers. This always happens to me, so I always count them until I have six, which I did.

      I walked up to one of the ladies and told her it was a dream alright, and started copping a feel. Her breasts were wrinkly, so I said, "Hold on." I wanted to be polite (to my DC ) and not let on that I wanted younger breasts. I left and found some people in a line waiting for service.

      There were three attractive ladies. I turned their faces to me for a better look and only one was really that attractive, so I took her out of line.

      I took her to a room with a table and lay her on it, then I started making out with her. It was a great kiss, but unfortunately it was the best part of the dream.

      I decided to take off her clothes. I looked down where her pants or dress would be and she was in some kind of plastic case. I lifted up these latches all along the case and opened the lid like a plastic, top loading file box, but there was just more plastic under the lid. I was pissed.

      I tried to take it off but was just wasting my time. I took my pants down instead and sat up near her face and made her give me a hummer, but that didn't last long. Someone peeked in the door and the DC didn't want to cooperate.

      Then a man and some lady came in. I didn't want to get in trouble, so I was going to kick their ass. I went up to the lady and said, "I'll get to you later." Then I went up to the guy, but then I was outside the room and didn't need to fight him; I was still in fight mode.

      I ran up to a table focusing on belief, jumped onto it, and jumped off it and started flying. I became heavy, but kept flying until I went up just a bit. I started fighting some short black guy, though it wasn't really fighting. It was more showing dominance. I asked, "How can you fight me when I can do this?" I was flying all around him, though I was so heavy, he could grab a-hold of me. Not my finest lucid hour, but it was still fun.

      Then I was outside. A lady came running up and screaming. Something was wrong with her little boy, so I lay her down and tried to make her give me a hummer. She didn't fight, but I didn't really get a hummer either.

      I did first consider helping the woman and her boy, but it was a dream, so I decided against it. I wonder if the dream would have been more interesting if I had helped her. Maybe next time.

      Anyway, now my friend J. F. is with me giving me advice on such occasions. I asked him if he'd been looking in on my dreams. He said, "I've been paying attention." The point was, he thought I shouldn't be making people give me hummers, or at least not when they are in need of help. I was offended that he would and could spy on my dreams, but I thought it was interesting also.

      I wondered how he did it. He said you take a diaphragm-and he held up some little something between his fingers. It had cartoony sparkly lines coming out from it like it was glowing. This scene repeated once or twice. I don't remember what he said he did with this "diaphragm."

      Anyway, it was time for us to fly off and help the lady. We all went in that direction, but the lady had to run. J.F. and I flew. I was still heavy, so we pulled me up a bit, though I saw him pull me up from third person as I was flying. He grabbed onto the flying person by a coat, probably a coat I've been thinking about lately.

      Then my dream ended.

      This dream was full of inspiration of what I've been thinking about lately, including inspiration from CanisLucidus. I should track my lucids inspired by intention after talking to my DV friends. There have already been several instances, mostly, if not all by MoJoe and MrDreamsX.

    3. Football

      by , 01-22-2013 at 04:21 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      IWL, I've been spending time at a friends house watching and throwing a football, eating and drinking, and so forth.

      Last night I dreamed I was at this house, but didn't bring anything to drink. At first I was lying down. There wasn't enough room for me to lie down.

      Then I was up and realized I needed to get something to drink for the party. There was snow on the ground, but I was determined so that I wouldn't be asking to drink other people's beverages. Others were advising against leaving under those road conditions, but I was going to leave.

      Dream skip

      I'm going to throw a football. I can throw my "The Duke" football, or another professional size football. I feel the other ball to determine which I prefer. I prefer my football--"The Duke," but I wanted to feel the other football well since I'd already made my decision. This was the best part of the dream. It wasn't so exciting, but I got a very good sensation of feeling from the football. It was really cool.

      The End

      My dreams followed close behind what I was thinking about as I went to bed.
    4. Opossum; Nice Place to Wake Up

      by , 01-03-2013 at 12:27 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      I saw a opossum in my back yard. I told a family DC to watch. I quietly opened the door as I do IWL when I want to chase something away. I then ran outside, picked up a bag of trash, and rat at the opossum. It didn't move, but when I tried to throw the trash at the opossum, I had trouble in my dream.

      I then picked up a deflated football to throw at the opossum. I ran up to it and saw it sitting next to two other footballs. I think I threw my football at it and missed.

      I then decided to kick the opossum. That almost worked, but not really.

      I now look around and see that my lawn is half mowed. I had mowed part of the lawn with my push mower. The grass was so high in other places it was ridiculous. Why would I have pushed a mower to cut it? There was a strange path cut in the yard. I decided to get the rider and cut the rest of it.

      I was then on the rider. I had to drive it up into my truck. This posed a problem IWL the last time, but this time I had more ramps, so I just drove up.

      Then I started slipping back down. I went up again, then started slipping back down again. I had to open a metal door on some building and drive through it which required a bit of maneuvering. All of a sudden, I was riding shotgun with another person who was driving, except that I was sitting backwards.

      The other driver seemed to go right through the metal door without maneuvering the mower, so I was pretty happy. In the lawn, I see three trees. They grow with about 8 thin trunks as thick as those on a Crate Myrtle. I forgot what they were called.

      Then the trees were cleared. My daughter said I should have kept them. She said they grew pairs. I asked if they were edible pairs and she said "Yes." I considered she may have been right, that I should have left the trees in place.

      The End

      Nice Place to Wake Up

      I dreamed I woke up looking out a window that was about 6 feet tall and 3 feet wide. Outside was a kind of valley that was about 15 or 20 feet wide and 15 feet deep. There was a granite retaining wall with trees lining it, but I remember likening it to the mountains that were in the background. I thought how perfect it was that the "mountain" came down to where the retaining wall was, and then trees naturally grew along the wall/mountainside. The bottom line was that the landscape was very old and there were trees (though they were young trees) that lined the hard walls very naturally, and then, in the background, it was a gorgeous natural, mountainous landscape.

      I dreamed of this twice in succession. I commented that that is where I would like to live.

      Dream skip

      My wife is at a restaurant. It feels like it is in the same area as where I woke up looking out on the beautiful scenery I described above. So, she is sitting up at the bar and she orders a pupusa. It is going to be expensive, but it is supposed to be a fantastic pupusa.

      It seems to be covered in a purple corn sauce which is not how they are actually eaten IWL, but she was happy to have it. Someone sitting next to her, in our party, was ordering something also. I felt bad because it made me want to eat, but I didn't want to spend so much money at this expensive restaurant.

      The End

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    5. Encounter with a Woman; The Butterfly

      by , 01-03-2012 at 11:14 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Encounter with a Woman

      I was in bed with a woman next to me. She was older, but sexy. Beside her on the other side of her was someone else, likely a man.

      I started rubbing her back, nervous that she wouldn't like it, or that the person on the other side of her wouldn't like it. The woman ended up rolling over me to go to the bathroom.

      She was wearing a white robe. As she rolled over, we were chest to chest. I was somehow able to feel her breast as she rolled over. It was not a bear cop, but I felt it better than if it were through a terry robe in waking life.

      She went to the bathroom. After a minute, I went to the bathroom. As she came out, I wanted to spend a moment with her, but there were two kids that could possible see. I started to go through the bathroom door. I looked back and now there was a small hall with another door, so that we had privacy. In other words, she could pass through her door back to the bed room, and I could pass through the bathroom door, and go to the bathroom. Until then, we were both in this hall way type room.

      After a moment, I realized we wanted each other. I held her, but then she said that she couldn't do it because it would affect the rest of her life.

      The End

      The Butterfly

      I was kicking a football around a yard. I kicked it kind of far, then there was a soccer ball. I tried to kick it to where I had kicked the football, but it went to the left. I went to retrieve the soccer ball and found a butterfly about twice the size of a Monarch. It was black with blue and yellow spots.

      I called to my cousin N. to look at it. It was alive, but not well, or it couldn't fly because of the high winds There was an ant on one wing. I didn't want the ant to destroy her wing because I wanted to make jewelry out of it like a ring I had seen in waking life.

      The End.