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

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

    1. Football

      by , 01-22-2013 at 04:21 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      IWL, I've been spending time at a friends house watching and throwing a football, eating and drinking, and so forth.

      Last night I dreamed I was at this house, but didn't bring anything to drink. At first I was lying down. There wasn't enough room for me to lie down.

      Then I was up and realized I needed to get something to drink for the party. There was snow on the ground, but I was determined so that I wouldn't be asking to drink other people's beverages. Others were advising against leaving under those road conditions, but I was going to leave.

      Dream skip

      I'm going to throw a football. I can throw my "The Duke" football, or another professional size football. I feel the other ball to determine which I prefer. I prefer my football--"The Duke," but I wanted to feel the other football well since I'd already made my decision. This was the best part of the dream. It wasn't so exciting, but I got a very good sensation of feeling from the football. It was really cool.

      The End

      My dreams followed close behind what I was thinking about as I went to bed.
    2. Dad; Lost

      by , 01-18-2013 at 04:46 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      I lit up a cigarette and took a drag. IWL I quit 20 years ago. My father came home so I ran out of the house. I was afraid because I wasn't supposed to smoke in the house.

      I told him, "I won't do it again." Then he was smoking too. Then I came up to him and neither of us were smoking. I was so excited to see him, I tried to explain how important it was that I connect with him this time. I knew that I'd had other chances and never could connect with him. I kind of knew that I'd been seeing him in dreams, but I didn't really put it all together.

      The dream ended there.


      I was looking for a party and got lost driving. I turned around and found my way back. Being lost on dream roads was really weird.

      I got to the party and found a couple of my old bosses there. I felt out of place with one because he holds a much, much higher position than I ever did, but just as I was feeling that way, he hugged me.

      At that point, he turned into an unresponsive DC. We separated, and the dream ended.
      memorable , non-lucid
    3. Party and Cops Lucid

      by , 09-23-2012 at 03:32 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Party and Cops Lucid

      This marks at least the 4th Suggestion Induced Lucid Dream I've had very recently. This time, Mojoe brought it up. If anyone reads this, let me know if you think SILD is an appropriate name for this.

      I think I was dreaming for a while, but I only remember the point where I became lucid. I was at an out-door party. I was not mingling or anything--just kind of watching the scene. I had done something wrong and the police were after me. They were dressed as civilians, but they were cops.

      Somehow I realized I was lucid, so I decided to beat the shit out of one of the cops. I went to punch him in the face, but I had quicksand punches. I tried to relax and just let the punch fly, realizing I was lucid and it shouldn't be a problem, but the closer I got to his face, the harder it was to hit him. I decided to just fly away to get the fuck out of there.

      It was night. I flew up knowing that the higher I go, the heavier I get, so I tried to focus on a star and just fly towards it. I started flying really fast, but that only lasted a few seconds. Then I saw an airplane. I started flying up towards that. Then the plane was flying down instead of horizontally and it whizzed passed me, though it wasn't big. It remained like the light of the plane from far away as it went passed.

      I continued to fly towards the star, but it became pointless. I then went back down to the party and found a girl. She was pretty cute, so I tore into her top. I felt her skin, but I didn't really get her boobs. DAMN! I have a hard time with my lucids. It was still fun.

      Some guys from the out-door party came around and the cops came back, so I picked up my girl and flew away with her. I landed with another girl. She was tan. I put them side by side and started going into both of their tops. Again, no real boob, but it was nice.

      I don't know what happened then, but something disrupted the scene. Probably the fucking cops again. Anyway, I ended up jumping through a picture. I was transported to another place. Cool! Teleport. I have KristaNicole to thank for that probably.

      I tried to land in my childhood nightmare which has been a dream goal of mine for a long time. I sat cross legged to mimic the position of the Dreamons in my nightmare. I closed my eyes and put my fingers in meditative pose, but it was a fail.

      I opened my eyes and found no scenery at all. I hate that shit! I decided to jump back through the picture and change my scenery. It worked, though I think I also just started acting like some shit was there or something. Parts of the dream are foggy and maybe I'm telling it out of order or something.

      Anyway, I ended up flying to a hill where some people were hanging out. There was a girl lying on a towel or something about 30 feet from a couple doing their thing. I flew to this blond girl and started in with her. I didn't really do anything with her either.

      The success of this dream was mostly length of the dream and teleporting and overcoming my stupid empty-space dream scenes.
      Tags: party
    4. Cows in the Flowers; What is Spinning me in Bed?

      by , 06-25-2012 at 06:33 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Cows in the Flowers

      I dreamed there was an island of flowers in my yard. Three cows were on the little garden area. There wasn't even room on the flower bed for them to turn around, but they stayed right there.

      What is Spinning me in Bed?
      I felt as though I was spinning by the feet in bed. I opened my eyes (in my dream) to see if I really was spinning. I seemed to be in my bed straight.

      I closed my eyes again and paid attention to my body. I really started to spin. Not fast--I simply felt myself moving in a circle as though someone took my feet and was spinning me around.

      I thought it was satan, my ex step-mother, or my Dad. All should have been dream signs, and opening my dream eyes should have been a hint that I was dreaming. Oh well.

      Trying not to think about Satan (I don't believe in the devil iwl), I called out the name of my ex step-mother. I saw a silhouette of her, but there was a little light showing her dark skin color.

      I called out to my Dad.

      This is the third dream in the last few weeks where I kind of knew I was dreaming or that something was not real or not right.

      Dream skip

      I was at a party for a really rich guy. At first I was out doors. His property was huge. It felt like a college campus with grassy areas leading to a wall with a 2 foot drop, then a large walkway laid with brick.

      I ended up going with a guy inside. I had a beer that tasted like pink ginger-ale. We went in a room looking for something. I set my beer down, and when we left, I realized I had left my beer in the room.

      I went back to look for it and couldn't find it. I went to a back room and couldn't find it. I went back to a bathroom and looked around and finally found it.

      I then asked the guy I was with if he wanted something. He said he wanted a quesa dilla with four pieces of something. I then had a small, home made tortilla in my hand with 4 pieces of cheese. I went into a back bathroom to put it together with onion or something. My friend D's wife was in the bedroom. I was hoping she would show me a little something. She never did.
    5. Dungeon at the Rook; Swimming Party

      by , 06-10-2012 at 09:35 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Dungeon at the Rook

      I was in a dungeon. It was stone, dark, and miserable. I wasn't locked in, but I was behind a cell door. There were square holes in the wall in the room behind my door that were designed to offer some sort of product. There were coin returns like the ones on old coke machines or video games. I was collecting money from all the coin returns, and I wasn't supposed to.

      I turned and looked out the cell door. In the walkway outside my cell, there were other holes in the wall about the size of a microwave oven. They had bars over them and they were black inside. They were cells.

      I figured who ever they once held could not enter from that side. There must have been a way to get into those cells from another entrance. I thought how miserable it would have been to be locked up in one of those cells.

      I started getting nervous that I was locked in, so I looked at the door. It was open. I pushed it and walked out. I looked up and out a large opening in the rock wall that led outside. A truck circled into the parking area above us.

      I was with someone now. We ducked, but he thought it was his brother coming to pick us up. We were excited to get out of there. Then it seemed it may not be his brother. That's OK. We were out of the cell.

      Dream skip

      I have a bird's-eye view of the building with the dungeon. It is stately and looks like a government building. The main entrance is round, and then there are rectangular portions extending outwards. There is a newspaper in the plastic bag on the roof of the building at the edge of the main part of the building. It was odd even in my dream.

      Dream skip

      I am in a room inside the building. There is a party going on. An Asian women says, "Everyone from C-53 get together for a picture" or something like that. Some older gentlemen get together on a sofa for a picture. My stupid brother runs to a chair. It is off to the side, but it is obvious he wanted to get in the picture. The Asian woman says, "I you are C-42--what are you doing?" or something like that.

      A woman shows me a strange camera called a C-9 I think. I'm not sure all these alpha-numeric identifiers are correct. They may not have been so similar in my dream.

      The girls camera had a weird handle. It was a bar that you grip, and teh camera was built onto it. Anyway, I overheard someone say that the name of the building was The Rook. I assumed it had to do with the shape of the main part of the building being round like a rook in Chess.

      Swimming Party

      I'm in a pool teaching a young woman how to swim. She was a little heavy set and hispanic. She was cute. She had very dark eyes. She was on her back. I took her hair in my right hand and felt it so that she wouldn't realize as it was under water. I felt a wet handful of hair very vividly. I rubbed it on my leg.
    6. Pool Party; How not to pick up a girl

      by , 01-23-2012 at 06:30 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Pool Party

      I was in a swimming pool. There were multiple DC's, but I rarely look at any of them. I did not see any of them last night.

      I looked up into the sky. I saw clouds moving in from either side. In the middle was another set of clouds clearly making a hand. I couldn't quite believe how perfect a hand the clouds formed. Then I noticed the moon was the index fingernail. It made more sense then, and then it seemed extraordinary again.

      I asked some of the other party-goers if they could make out the hand in the clouds. I wanted them to see it before the other clouds covered it up. I counted the fingers on the hand twice. There were 5 fingers both times.

      I then realized I was wanted by the International police for drugs and guns. I ended up getting out of the pool for some reason, and going through the corridors of an airport.

      I ended up telling the guards I was wanted by InterPol. I then turned around and tried to find my way back to my airport hotel room. (?)

      There were lots of people, hall ways, and rooms, but I found the right way to go. I called out and my daughter answered. Having found her, I now found myself back in the pool.

      There were guns at the bottom of the pool, and the police had shown up. I didn't see them, but I saw a gun under the surface of the water pointed at me. It seemed to have a glowing outline, and was an odd looking weapon that we don't have in waking life.

      I was scared by the gun. I knew the guards at the airport told these police that I had said I was wanted by InterPol, and I wondered why the fuck I would say that to the police.

      The cop wondered if I might have any automatics, or a revolver. He explained how a revolver spins around with an ugly look on his face. I played scared and ignorant.

      I walked out of the pool and found that the police were led by my father's second ex-wife. I showed her a cylinder from a revolver I had found at the bottom of the pool. I asked her if it belonged to her gun. It was partly true, but somehow it was part of a stash of guns that I had had.

      I thought if I asked if it was hers, it would show I didn't know anything about it. I then realized that I seemed to know about these gun parts for some reason, so I was only giving myself away.

      The lady thought I was in on some drugs too, so she said something about the cylinder not being hers, but she would just go smoke a joint. She wanted to see if this peeked my interest.

      I saw a couple joints, one of them wet, on the ledge of a wall in a tray. The police woman didn't notice. I bumped her on the arm hoping she would notice but she didn't. I told her she was missing all kinds of opportunities.

      The End

      How not to pick up a girl

      My brother saw several girls playing some kind of ball game. He wanted to interact and impress them, so he rolled over to them. It was controlled, but looked uncontrolled. He created a circle by touching his toes. He was a perfect circle and started rolling over to the girls.

      Soon he was rolled up much more tightly, rolling. He started bouncing. Being rolled up into a ball was supposed to be the easiest on the body (which it would be), if rolling.

      He ended up bouncing up very high. I thought it must have hurt when he landed. He then rolled in a tight ball between the legs of one of the girls. He unfurled there as he had come to a stop. It seemed reasonable to end up there since he'd been out of control trying to roll without getting hurt.
    7. Not Memorable: Witch Meeting; Back at the Party; Old Coins and Going Back for my Daughter

      by , 11-06-2011 at 04:20 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Witch Meeting

      I was at a table with a guy and a girl. I don't know what the discussion was about. Another DC walks up. The two DC's at the table start to talk about what we are going to do. The new DC has changed the dynamic of our plan and I get nervous about it.

      A silver or stainless steel pipe cut in half length-wise is now around our chairs binding us as a group inside the piping. Blood is in the half-pipe. It didn't seem odd in my dream. The female character "put" it there.

      I start to tell everyone that "The only way...

      The two DC's already seated are still talking. I am insistent, and so I keep talking as I stand up..."I am going to keep going is if I am in charge of a couple things." I put my arm around the new DC and walk away. I assure the folks at the table this will only take a minute--maybe not even that long. We walk away.


      I come back to a party, though it isn't the one from my previous dream. There are lots of people at a sports bar scene. As I approach the door, a beautiful brunette walks out and to see me. Her name is Dianne. Names are rare in my dreams.

      We are going to go to a less crowded room to hang out. I tell her, "I'm going to go get my pool stick and a pack of smokes." I have a pool stick, but I quit smoking years ago. She says "That's cool."

      I go out to my car, but try to get a better parking spot. It actually seemed farther away when I got there. As I got out of my car, I was now getting off a lawn mower. It had a blade that stuck out. It was covered, but tilted to expose the blade. I had to adjust the blade so it wasn't dangerous.

      I was getting frustrated because I was trying to get back to Dianne, though I was starting to lose that part of the dream.

      I finally started walking back to the party. There were tons of people walking my way.

      I usually don't have so many DC's.

      Old Coins and Going Back for my Daughter

      I was finding coins in a creek--mostly from today's time, but then I found a really old coin. It might have been commemorative.

      Dream skip

      Time has passed. Some friends are going somewhere and I am going with them. I am in the creek to get just a few more coins. I didn't want to leave the quarters. It seemed like such easy money. Then the coins started getting older. I was finding treasure, so I really had to keep getting them.

      Finally, I had as many as I could carry. I went back to the car with wet legs from getting on all fours. We left, but we left my daughter, who I think had my name in the dream.

      I was waiting to see if the driver was going to get her, but he never did. I told the driver I had to get out to get my daughter, so he pulled over. I was now 5 miles from home. I was afraid because I would never leave her out of my sight, much less out of the house alone with no one watching her for that long.

      I started to walk home and ended up in a building. A guy had me look at a TV which was showing a room full of servers. He said that Drew set the whole thing up. This was because some people I know are hosting a forum for a game I am mildly involved in. The name Drew was from a singer on the X factor.

      Someone else came in the room. She looked like a teacher at my daughter's school. It was made known that she actually installed the servers. It bothered me that the wrong people were taking the credit for setting up this room full of servers.

      Dream End
    8. Party House

      by , 04-16-2011 at 05:48 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Ronas house

      I was at an old girl friends house--RR's. She and her mother love the ocean and the mountains in waking life.
      In the dream, they had a water-fall in the back yard. It was gorgeous.

      The house became a party house. Snoop Dogg was there. I went outside and there was an Amusement park
      outside. I saw Dr. Seuss characters, though none looked exactly right. One was a modified Cat in the Hat.

      Back in the house I was given ear ring parts and other small items to divy up when I was told
      it would be "$300 or 400 for the night." I wasn't expecting that. No wonder
      Snoop would be there. He could afford it. Then I seemed to remember that I
      had been made aware it would be that much to stay there, and you only go to
      stay the night. It wouldn't matter if you left early, you still have to pay
      the full night amount.

      A friend was at a pool behind the house. Someone was explaining how we had the view of the waterfall.
      There were these industrial ramps or something, but someone had cracked the skull and
      the ramp that would have blocked our view was never rebuilt.

      I went walking outside and saw a strange mechanically moving ornament in the tree. It had gears and wheels that turned.
      It was very intricate.

      Then my friend jumped in the pool and started talking to some guys over a wall. I checked it out
      and saw them. They were rude, so I said something ugly to them.

      Later, in the hall of the house, a huge guy with a strange build--long torso and long arms, strong, came up to me and said something provocative.
      I pushed the guy to show I was not afraid. He pushed me harder. He looked like he would have kicked my ass.
      I punched him lightly. I told him I could hit him hard, but I didn't see it coming to any good end. Why fight.
      I wasn't being afraid. I just got to feeling like fighting wasn't the answer. I admitted to him it appeared he
      could kick my ass, but that wasn't the reason I didn't want to hit him.

      Dream Skip

      I turned into a large, white room. It looked so barron. I said, "This is like jail...or heaven!" Then I was eating blueberry sherbert with someone. It was very blueberry, though kind of gummy. At first the person I was with liked it, then not so much. I couldn't understand what was not to like about the rich blueberry!

      Dream Skip

      I had tickets to something. I decided I wanted to take someone else to the event.
      The friend i was taking had to go to Japan for a Japanese language test so he couldn't
      go. I told my other friend whom I don't know in waking life that he could go.

      I was looking at houses for sale. I went oven a hill and jumped it the way I did
      in a recent dream. I was in some kind of shopping cart or something. I had to balance
      the cart in the air so I didn't fall forward.

      There was more to it, but it is foggy. I wanted to go back up the road, but the jump
      was harder to traverse the other way.
    9. Party

      by , 04-01-2011 at 06:02 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I don't know where I was coming from; I forget, but I was in a shopping cart or something, cruising down the street and up a hill so fast that I flew threw the air.

      I had to lean back or else I would fall forwards and crash. I landed in a restaurant.


      I was in my house alone. Three women came in without knocking or anything, and started running around. At least two of them were really cute, but it was still kind of disturbing. Then a fourth girl, a black girl came in. One of them said they were just checking the place out and looking for something. Then they left and my wife came home.


      I was at some kind of party. There were escalators going up to another level.

      As if it were an instructional video, I saw how the escalators could take small tanks up, and if they weighed too much, they would get a jolting bump to push them up to the next step to help them out.

      Then, I was going up the escalator. There was a heavy-set black lady in front of me who couldn't make it up. I couldn't understand why when the escalator would help her.

      Then I was in another room trying to explain what had happened to a bunch of people who were socializing. I started explaining how the escalator could help bump up a tank, but this big lady couldn't make it.

      I started to explain how that was what happened in a dream I had. I was getting confused if it was real or I had dreamed it. Casually but quickly, everyone started going outside. They left me feeling really stupid on the couch.

      Then there was a guy who rode his bike everywhere. He was like super bicycle man with a blue, yellow, and white spandex outfit and matching helmet. He did it by choice, but Work was about 40 miles away, and when I told him I couldn't believe he rode his bike there, he rolled his eyes because it was so far.

      We walked off talking about some stuff; I forget what. Eventually I was going to let him go, but then I saw a gun at his side. I asked what kind it was. I forget what kind it was, but he let me see it. I removed the action the way you would remove a camera from a tripod. Strange.

      Then I released the mag and looked at the bullets. I said, "Hollow-point 40's?" He said, "Yea. It is awesome knowing about guns, isn't it?" I agreed. (I know a little about guns in waking life; not much.)

      He finally left.