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

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

    1. Country Story; Mom's Jewelry

      by , 02-09-2013 at 12:35 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Notes for dreams so I can go back to bed:

      Lots of land with bails and bails of hay, only dark.
      Someone said, "If all this were mine, I would re-hole every horseshoe until they were perfect" or something like that. I saw a horseshoe with a hole in it in my minds eye.

      Then I was sitting with a boy who stitched up some grey, suede leather so that it contained some RR spikes in a leather tube. I helped by banging a another spike into it so the head stayed above the leather. (I have six new RR spikes IWL). The leather tube eventually turned into a hat.

      I asked him to help me stitch one for myself. He then revealed a larger black hat for me. Then it turned out to be a football, which disappointed me.

      Then I had to use the bathroom. I went in and the john was really small and had no lid. As I started to take my pants down, someone disturbed me. Jesus!

      At a weird party, my brother got a piece of clothing caught on the top of a door. Someone took a piece of mom's jewelry so I did too, but I decided to return it.

      I Went up stairs picking up miniature pitchers along the way, then a lady picked one up and tossed it back to me.

      I returned the jewelry, then it morphed into a cool gun. It was small and crude, made of wood and brass or gold. You pulled back on a stick which was connected to something so that when you pulled the trigger, the stick was released and it would hit the projectile inside. It was awesome.

      Then there were a bunch of brass dishes. (Yuck, right?). I had a false memory that I grew up with it. (IWL I did grow up with similar stuff) I was putting them away, admiring the shape of some of the cups. The were like a mix between a Chinese tea cup and a soup bowl. They seemed to be the perfect size.

      I was watching video of women rubbing their nipples. All of them were perfect.

      Updated 02-09-2013 at 04:39 PM by 41873 (Filled in some details.)

    2. Lucid; Lucid

      by , 10-10-2012 at 01:58 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Lucid; Lucid

      I was dreaming about a wet, green field bordered by a creek. I was on the field and kind of needed to get back on the other side of the creek.

      For no apparent reason, I realized I was dreaming. I started to fly, but became very heavy very quickly. I saw a design of swirling lines in the air and thought to myself, "Yea, I'm dreaming." I watched it for a moment and tried to relax and drift in my dream to where something more substantial happened. I tried to look at my hand to verify that I was dreaming, but I couldn't find it. I thought I might be awake, but I just relaxed.

      I wasn't in a room, but I flew up through a ceiling. I do this to escape a bad area or a pointless place. As I was going through, I decided to enter my childhood nightmare which is a dream goal of mine. I imagined the basement and passed the rest of the way through. It didn't work.

      I then was trying to go through a ceiling at my mothers. I couldn't make it. I was destroying the ceiling trying to get through and she was getting mad at me, but I just couldn't get through.

      I woke up then. I know because I moved my body in bed. I was upset because I didn't want to move a muscle so that I might go back into a lucid. It didn't matter. I relaxed to go back to sleep and pretended I was dreaming. I pretended I was floating. I let myself slip back into a dream.

      This time I started using telekinesis. I moved something successfully so I tried again. I saw an attractive glass bowl. Would have been a shame to break it. I would try to move it with my hands and mind. It wouldn't move until after a moment. I realized that it moved based on my intention, but delayed. I tried to move the bowl again, moving my hand to the side, but knowing the bowl would move in just a moment. With a delayed reaction, it did move. I tried again, and it moved when I predicted. Basically, I was gaining control within the parameters of my limited ability.

      Last night was important because I made strides in my cognitive thinking.
      Tags: mom, telekenesis
      lucid , memorable
    3. Tiny Lights; Eating; Giant Horses; Base Guitar Guys; God spoke to me

      by , 08-01-2012 at 01:36 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Tiny Lights
      A few nights ago I dreamed I saw lights in the sand the size of a grain of sand. They were blue and green and maybe yellow. I scooped up some sand and got several in my hand. I tried to sift the sand out of my hand leaving just the lights.

      This is residue from my fiber optic interests.


      Over that last few days I had a dream where I was eating fish and one where I was eating a snow cone being very mindful of the texture.

      The fish leathery on one side, but tender on the other. I wanted the tender, flaky part. The one where I was eating the snow cone was residue of doing a lot of research on shaved ice machines for a snow cone trailer I'm thinking about buying.

      Two giant horse-like creatures were moving towards eachother sideways. I was between them. A girl helped me get up one to avoid being smooshed. It was buff colored.

      I was on my stomach over the horses back trying to get over it more so I would be positioned more evenly.

      The horse then started walking around a center structure. I thought when it came full circle, I might be able to get off.

      Dream Skip

      I was in a room trying to sleep. I looked outside and there were 4 guys playing base guitar. I remember all of them had bases with different shapes and color. I kept looking for a guy with a white bass, but he wasn't there.

      Dream Skip

      Then I heard God talking to me (I'm not a God person). I was so happy that God finally indicated he wanted a "relationship" with me. In my belief system, invisible things have to some how make themselves perceived, or I must some how discover them, to believe in them.

      So there I was. God was talking to me. He told me I needed to start talking to my Mom again. This bothered me, but I thought that if God wanted me to do it, that was easy enough to achieve.

      I decided to make amends with my Mom, but then it was my Dad that I was going to make up with. I used to fight with my dad all the time.

      I found myself up on a hill looking down at my Dad's house (it was different than in waking life). My brother was coming out, fighting with my dad. I needed to figure out how to get in the house without being notice so I could get some stuff and get out.

      Dream skip to some other location. I asked a woman if God had ever spoken to her. She said "Yes." I told her God just spoke to me, but I mean SPOKE to me for real. I heard it!

      She said, yea, he's Irish. I said, "YEAH! HE'S IRISH!"...and then I remembered his voice as being Irish, which it wasn't when I heard him.

      I don't believe in God any more after that dream, but it was awesome having such a dream. This was the second intense dream about God that I've had.
    4. Mail

      by , 05-24-2011 at 11:04 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I dreamed that I received several packages from my mother via UPS. In waking life my mom recently sent me a package.
      Tags: mail, mom