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

My Fracking House

In real life, NPR has been talking about fracking. I think I heard this in my sleep. I dreamed that
"they" were fracking in my neighborhood (though I was living somewhere I have never lived before).
All the houses were moving up and down in a wave as a result of the fracking going on.

I said to an unseen DC that "Luckily, I can slide my house away" or something like that. I pulled a piece
of decking that my house was on. When the fracking wave came buy, it missed my house--then I was able
to slide it back.

Making it with an Old Lady

I got some ice cream in a strange restaurant / shop. An lady came with me
and said I could lick her head. I know that's what you want to do. It wasn't strange
in the dream as some how that equated to licking my ice cream.

I never did lick her hair, which is what I would have done at that point.
My thinking changed to where it didn't really make much sense to lick
her hair, so I eventually forgot about it. Then I started trying to make a
move on this lady who became an old lady. She wasn't attractive in the
least, and she was about 65 or 70 years old. I picked out a place
for us to sit. It was a quality wooden bench, a little off to the side.

We sat down, then we were able to lie down. It was a bed all of a sudden. I was having
trouble with the idea of what I was doing, though I didn't stop. She seemed to have a
decent figure, except she had a belly.

I eventually saw her breast, nipple and all. I went to suck it, but that part is foggy. I was
grossed out by the thought of what I was doing.

So busy, I don't know how anyone else keeps up with their journal!

Yesterday:

I was in a specialty store. It was full of people buying things you really had to get at this store for the quality of the product and type of product.

It was a long line, and all I had was a little salami--not worth standing in the line. Then everyone turned around and I was towards the front. Didn't seem fair, but whatever.

I needed to go to my truck to get something, but there were dark ash grey wolves beyond it. They were the size of coyotes. I knew I could make it to the truck, but not back to the line. I went anyway.

The close wolf was close enough to get me and he was really ferocious looking.

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Another Hell sequence. First it was Purgatory "to look down on me," then it was Hell. About 5 people were there and one was in a clown outfit. Colors were red and yellow and decorated as if for kids.

It wasn't scary, but it was Hell.

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In another dream I forget most of it, but I had a long hair coming out of my back that I could communnicate through like a phone. The end was a speaker.

I was going to tell a lady I talked to through the hair-phone that I was going to cut the hair and then I couldn't use it as a phone, but I thought that was gross to tell her, so I didn't. I never did cut the hair
either. ???

This is the second weird hair dream I've had. Once I was reading a poem made out of braided hair--now it's a phone made of a piece of hair.
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Now, on to last nights dream:

My alarm clock went off to NPR news. This bled into my dream. I remember I was controlling a little remote control corvette in front of a real corvette. In my mind this corresponded with the news some how.

Then, there was a bridge that disconnected me from the other side. It disallowed me from crossing something, but allowed others to cross to me. Strange.

Then there were these storm troopers dressed in black, on horse-back, with bow and arrows. I didn't have a weapon. they poured in to where I was on either side of an out-door type room I was in.

I knew they would kill me because I had nowhere to escape and there were so many of them.

Two weird creatures flew in and landed on the wall. One was an alien lizard, the other some other type of alien lizard thing. I was going to try to at least take one of them out, but I was about to be shot by an arrow.

I couldn't believe I was about to be killed. I was afraid of the pain. I did get shot in the back, but it didn't hurt.

Then I woke up.

A girl was reading some poetry I wrote for a girlfriend over 20 years ago. I wanted to read it, so she gave it to me. I couldn't read the words. I noticed it was in a faded red folder. In my dream I had given my old girl friend these poems in a red folder, so I was concerned that it was her folder and had faded, and now my old girlfriend didn't have the folder anymore.

Another friend of mine appeared behind me. He said it was his copy. That could have made since even in waking life, so that was cool.

I started trying to read the poem again, but now the words were written in hair. A braid of hair glued to a basket. Another person and I started inspecting the hair closely to. We were looking for a break to distinguish one word from another.

At this point, the paper becomes a basket with wedge sections. The braided hair is cord on the top edge of the basket. I lift up a wedge to find the break between words and find the basket is stuffed with fluff.

I never could figure out what the hair said. (Imagine that!)

The End