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

Dad

I was in my basement. There were other people with me. We were looking through some stuff of my dad's. One guy was asking how a harmonica worked. (My dad taught harmonica IWL.) I started explaining the button on the Chromatic and the half tones. I compared it to a piano. The piano was cut in half like an organ with two levels. I tried to play a scale but it didn't sound right.

There was one older man who started explaining the harmonica a little bit. He picked up one of my dad's old chromatics and started playing it. His profile view looked just like my dad. I said so, and almost started crying. I said, "I want him here now!" When everyone was gone I did start crying and I said it again.

M.J.

I was with MJ. I was on a skateboard, lying down, and he was on my back. We were going to go somewhere. I ended up leaving him somewhere, but we were supposed to be together.

I was skating back to look for him and was nervous about the hill. My trucks were always loose IWL and I didn't want to get the speed wobbles. I could see cracks in the sidewalk.

I passed someone who asked if I was whistling, and I said that I was. She commented that she liked boobie gluers. (That was people who stared at boobies.)

I skated, turned a corner, and saw a large, black duely, which caused me to turn sharply, and my skateboard went off a little bank almost going into a creek. I reached down to get it. I could barely reach the back of the skateboard with my index and middle finger.

As I picked up the skateboard, it slipped out of my fingers. I REALLY didn't want it to go into the creek because it would have been very difficult to fish it out. I considered how it would create a memory for me if it did go into the creek. That's how I used to think when I did ride a skateboard.

My skateboard almost went into the creek after slipping out of my fingers, but I was spared. I could barely reach it now, but I stretched and got it between my two fingers again. I barely brought it up.

Then I saw my friend had a white station-waggon, but he wanted to save gas money, which is why he was riding on my back on the skateboard.

I was in someones front yard, but it was across the street from my neighbors in waking life. I was with my wife or my cousin N

I said, "Let's fly," and I took off. I saw the stars. I got heavy above the trees. I was not lucid.

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I lost some kind of contest. I was walking down hill at night towards a restaurant or something.

I made it in went to a room to get dressed. I put on the clothes and wig that Americans wore in Washington's time. I stood very proud so as to not be bothered that I lost the contest.

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I was outside and saw a mated pair of Bald Eagles. I couldn't believe it. They circled above. Then I noticed they were chasing hawks out of their territory.

I grabbed a professional video camera. I thought it was mine. As I started taking video of the eagles, I started playing the harmonica. That was weird; it was attached to the camera. It only played one note.

I took more video and played the harmonica that was up to my mouth again.

I looked at the camera and noticed it was a strange dream version of my brother's old XL-1. It was partly blue and had wires making on empty frame underneath the body of the camera. I tried to see the harmonica, but it wasn't very obvious.

In waking life, my father taught harmonica. He also went to a Deepak Chopra seminar where he was told that the eagle is his animal spirit or something.

Dream skip: I'm in a building and receiving sun glasses. I'm some black market distributor. I am happy because this means money, but I realize I'm in business with thugs. This is dangerous business.

I start seeing guys that get bigger and tougher up the chain of command. Each one is stronger than the next.

Finally I see the big boss. He's a black guy. One of the white guys tries to make me look good. He climbs up onto a platform, I get ready, and as he jumps me, I grab his jacket and throw him to the floor. This is designed to show that I can handle myself.

I start hitting, though pulling my punches. Again, I am just showing what I could do, though I was slow and very unconvincing.

I end up in a car with two black girls. I'm stroking the hair of one of them and I wonder if the other one accepts me.

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My nephew was depicted as a cartoon character. He was outside in the snow. His mother called him Snow Cheese.

Then his mother started drawing cartoons of him. She was coming up with the text effortlessly. They were funny, but I never knew what they said.