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

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

    1. Dad; M.J.

      by , 10-27-2012 at 03:32 PM (* 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.