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

I was crying because I was going to lose my job. I found myself in a strange office. I was about to throw up because of my situation. I was going to throw up behind my chair, but I looked out a window to see if I was being watched on camera. There were cameras lined up every 6 or 8 inches at the crown molding of the office, so I didn't throw up.

I went down stairs never having found out if I lost my job. Down stairs I saw several people wearing special Swat type uniforms. There were 3 different types of uniform, all of a similar but different type of riot police type uniform.

One of the head people was a lady. She was outside in a car, and when she pulled off, she took part of the building with her. It was attached to, and part of her car. It made it so that there was no trace that the building had ever been there.

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I was in an airplane. We were crashing. People were sliding all over as there was no conventional seating.

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I was outside. There was a meteor going across the sky. I moved to a clearing in the trees to see it better. The sky was full of like 10 meteors. It seemed as though the sky was on fire. It was the end of the world. That was a wild visual.

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I was selling some time of Cable service with M. S. I was looking for a certain apartment. The apartments didn't have numbers, but I had a hand held device that told me the address of each apartment as I passed the door.

I was trying to sell to a blond lady. I tried 3 times over a couple days to sell her. I finally told her that I would sell someone else. "I'm not going to keep selling you if you don't want it."

I then went to another job. I was nervous I wouldn't be able to sell the next person either. I drove and had a false memory that I'd been to a house where I might have turned left, but I was turning right.

As I was trying to sell at the next apartment, M. S. asked if I had a calculator. I told him I did. He said he had about a hundred, and that some people had more than two hundred. He said that his were all the same--they simply broke up numbers differently.

At Work

I was at a job. I was on an elevator. I hit the wrong button which bothered me. It didn't have any major implications, but it was a flub that seemed to bother me due to some kind of implication.

I was wearing a suit. This would be a reflection from the first corporate job I ever had. As I got off the elevator, I stood tall. I walked with a crowd. I looked over and saw the ogf. We didn't speak; I just kept walking, but this really effected the mood.

I was showing somebody pictures of a vacation. This was strange because I got to see 2 of the pictures, and in my experience, seeing pictures, art, hearing music clearly--are all difficult to do, and I consider them free art. In other words, if I wanted to write down the music or recreate a piece of art, I wouldn't have to be creative because it all came to me in a dream.

So, the picture I showed the lady was of my daughter with a bridge in the background. It was a basic bridge over water. My daughter had told me she thought it looked like the Golden Gate bridge. I thought she was so smart to remember that bridge, even just the name, as I had been to S.Fran as a kid, but she never had, so she was reaching deep to remember a picture or a conversation or something.

The lady then said that if she turns out to be really smart, she could pass all the tests in high school really easily, or win awards in high school, or something like that.

Then I saw a manager type figure. I tried to show him the picture, but it was at the bottom of the stack and I kept going forward. The pictures were not good, but then I came to one really interesting picture.

I was on an I-beam like 500 feet in the air. I was sitting on the beam hunched over and holding on scared, but I had no ropes on me. I showed him the picture and wondered myself exactly how I ended up agreeing to be on that I-beam with no ropes. It wasn't a ride on an amusement park, so it was kind of weird that I ended up on the beam.

I have poor recall on this dream, but basically there were several women vying for the position of host for a radio show or as an advertising spokesperson. They were all trying to earn a vote.

This one lady came up to me and put her face up against mine to seduce my vote. She kind of ended up kissing me, and then knocking me over a couch or onto a bed.

Her appearance changed to another woman who slid down the covers. She put her face close to my groin. I thought how nice it was, but she could just go ahead and give me what I really want. She kind of starts to, but never really did. I felt good, but I was disappointed I couldn't get her to commit.

I woke up and had to go to the bathroom. Maybe drinking the perfect amount of liquid could induce a sexual dream in a man without waking him up. Hmmmmm.