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

Escaping the Nazi Invasion

I was at my house with my brother. For once we weren't fighting. We left my yard hopping the fence in back. It's a flimsy fence, and it was easy to get over, though I remember us being careful. We put our heals in the rectangles as we went over to the other side, then jumped off.

We ran through the woods a little, then made it to the edge of a Druid Hills neighborhood. I looked over a hedge to see where we had come out. I knew it wouldn't be far enough. Over the hedge was a creek down a hill. We hadn't gone far enough.

My brother was already headed up the street. I wanted him to stay out of site from the cars passing by and the houses on the right. He didn't seem to care. We continued under the cover of night.

I went up the street behind the hedge hoping not to be seen by anyone in the houses, and bending down so my head didn't show above the hedge line. Cars kept coming so I couldn't walk beyond the hedge. There was no end even in the middle of the night so I came out of the hedges onto the sidewalk making it look like I'd been bending down to tie my shoe.

Once I was walking on the street, we were OK. We walked along and made it to someones house. I saw asparagus ferned out, growing along the steps that went down, and then back up to their house.

I asked someone if they knew what it was, proud that I did. I looked in the windo and saw pincones with trees growing in them. I thought they were so neat. Then I saw these little designs of sea shells stuck together on the counter. I thought they were neat also. The owner appeared in the window and I felt as though I/we were wrong to be at his house. I tried to tell him through the window that I liked the stuff he had.

Now I was inside with this group of people, but my brother wasn't around anymore. The owner then came in from the outside. Someone said he was with a special group and not to bother him. He was important somehow. He came over though and started talking to us.

He mentioned he thought we'd used a certain coffee cup and he was glad we didn't. It may have been a yin-yang coffee cup. We had used tea cups, so everything was cool.

Then I was in a different house. They were Greek. I mentioned how the Greeks had once saved the Jews, so I felt comfortable. In my dream, I confused the fact that the Greeks and Turks don't like each other, but the Turks once helped the Jews.

Now the Nazis were coming. The Greek guy in this house got a sword and a shield and left to meet the Nazi challenge. I didn't have anything to fight with.

I ran around looking for some weapons. I saw a friend who was also looking for a weapon. We went up the street where a friend had a car and told us to come on. He went on ahead so I screamed, "Then wait up for us. The guy drove on.

My new friend and I knew we needed a car to escape. My friend made it on up ahead before me. He ducked into a diner or something. I then caught up, and found a classic car shop. It was a small place. It was kind of dark and hard to access. There was a lot of commotion. People were trying to get a car and leave to escape the Nazi's.

People were already looting it, so I said to myself, "This is war and the shop is gone anyway. So I went in and started looking for the keys. Someone pulled out a board and let me have my choice, but I was somehow guided to the first key on the board. It was car 547 in spot 337. I couldn't see it on the key, and I was afraid I was going to forget the number, so I kept saying it too myself.

An old lady with a dog tried to help me. She didn't talk, but she told me where to go. She also told me to put something on, as I didn't have a shirt. (I know, she didn't talk). I told her that I didn't have a shirt. Then I was holding a shirt, so I wrote the number on the shirt very quickly and started looking for the car. (I never found the car. Darn!)


It ended up to be a really big, commercial dealership. I had somehow ended up outside the shop again. I walked back up to it. I had to get a car before other people got it, but I had a key. Surely they would run out of keys soon. I went inside and now I was being seated with a bunch of other people. We had to be served breakfast and the sales people were going to talk to us before we got our cars. It was part of the experience for them to treat their customers well.

All the booths were circular. The seats were red. I recognized everyone from false memories. I tried to sit by a pretty girl who said, "Not here!" so looked for another booth with people I wanted to sit with. I noted it was just like riding a school bus (referring to the rude girl).

I woke up with the number 547 337 stuck in my head.

Lucid Bad Guys Then The Good Stuff

I was with my Dad. I had rock playing on the radio and he let it play, but I realized he wouldn't really want that playing, so I told him I'd change it. He nodded. I found 90.1, NPR.

I was in the breakfast room of my dad's house in Druid Hills again. On the other side of the breakfast table were two guys in the mob and a girl. The guys were going to do harm to me and the girl. I went around the table to get the bad guys.

I went to move the girl to get access to the bad guys, but instead of putting my hand on her shoulder, I ended up grabbing her breast. It was very soft.

All my DC's were in freeze mode now, so I decided to take the girl to bed. I lay her in bed and said, "You know what's going to happen now, right?" She nodded "Yes."

I did a quick reality check. I had six fingers.

I took of my pants careful not to get them caught up on my feet and spend a whole lucid trying to get my feet out of my pants. I turned to her and got on top of her. She had a rectangle above her vagina. She had dark hair.

I kissed her flat stomach and went to fuck her. As I was trying to put it in, I woke up.