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

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

    1. # 64

      by , 06-12-2013 at 03:36 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      • I had some car trouble yesterday that scared me a bit.
      • I woke up to use the bathroom and decided to cycle.
      • About a month and a half ago I was shoveling fertilizer and got stuck in a mud pit.

      I was at the end of a neighbor's driveway talking to a cop. He was going to help me with my car as it was giving me trouble.

      The cop got in and started my car and ended up going off the driveway onto the soft ground, where we got stuck. I started crying saying, "What am I going to do now" over and over.

      Then I realized I was dreaming. I did a hand rc and went through my usual routine where I had 5 fingers, but after staring at them I had 6. I sat there and counted a few times to be sure and they went to 7 and then 6 again.

      I decided to punch the cop in the chest, and then I asked if he wanted me to pull his heart out. I reached my hand into his chest, but couldn't find his heart.

      I may have had a false awakening. At one point I remember trying to go back to sleep and feeling my body buzz, and trying to relax and go with it, but I was having trouble falling back asleep. I think that was an FA.

      Dream Skip

      I'm at school and can't remember what the class is doing. Everyone leaves except this one girl. I look to her for help but she doesn't want to help. She gets up and leaves also.

      I got up and feel stoned and nervous that someone is going to question my red eyes. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands but there is no sink. Where there would be a sink, there is a Port-a-poti urinal. I left disgusted.

      Dream Skip

      I am in some other building and I'm getting something to eat. I see this older black lady feeding from another woman's breast. She is a vegan, so she didn't want to eat any of the food at the cafeteria we were in. I was thoroughly disgusted...again.


      I had another dream where I made it with some hot chick. She was so hot that when I was done, I was trying to do it again.
    2. A School Adventure; Monkey Man

      by , 12-27-2012 at 05:02 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      A School Adventure

      I was in a study hall I think. It wasn't exactly a class in any case. An authority figure, a woman, showed me and someone else a picture of space. It showed Earth and several other planets very close to each other. Each planet was inside of a bubble that depicted a danger zone for each planet.

      Some planets were in large bubbles. This meant more danger. These planets were bunched up. These large bubbles intersected the other planets bubbles; furthermore, they indicated that they were in danger of meteors hitting them.

      At this point, the person I was curled up in a spherical gel bed. He went on saying how he wasn't going to sit there and just let something bad happen. I thought his bed was a pretty good idea. It could prevent small meteorites from hitting you and killing you. I thought I might lie next to the bed for cover from one side, though I realized I could still be hit from another side.

      Dream Skip

      I then had an assignment from a teacher. It was to read a book and do a report on the main character--a historical figure.

      I took the book and was about to study, but I asked a girl I was with to suck me for just one second. She did and I liked it. Sure, it was a stupid short blow, but IWL I subscribe to the theory that it's better to enjoy the shortest time than to not have any time at all.

      I then started trying to do my report. I had a false memory that I had read the book before, but didn't remember any of it. I tried to begin reading and picking out important facts, but because I was actually dreaming, I had trouble being productive.

      The End

      Monkey Man

      There was a man up on a house roof. He had a baseball. He didn't speak. He was like a monkey or something, though not as agile.

      I asked him if I could have the ball. I thought he might get scared, but he didn't. He gave me the ball. I was so grateful that I went to find something he might like. I found a blue ball. It was like a racket-ball ball but it had parts cut out of it so you could stick your fingers through the ball.

      I said, "Here, take this" or something, and threw it up to him. I didn't want to throw it at him, so I threw it to his side. He took a step or two and got it. I was happy he got it.
    3. Car and Brother; Tittle Litties

      by , 12-15-2012 at 01:37 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Car and Brother

      I had picked up a new used car. I drove it home to where I used to live with my mom. It seemed like a long drive.

      When I got there, my brother gave me a phone. It had some kind of absorbent material and it was wet. He'd been crying, his tears got all over the phone, and then he gave it to me. It was kind of gross.

      I shook out the phone to let his tears drip off. Then I noticed he was going somewhere with my kids. I didn't want them leaving with him, but they wanted to go somewhere. I told him I would drive them, but I didn't have enough gas. He said that was OK and that they were going to walk.

      I didn't like it, but I let them walk.

      The End

      I had a dream that was like an interim dream between these two dreams where I was walking through a school trying to get to the outside. I kept walking through class rooms and trying not to disturb anybody. I walked through a band class which I saw pretty clearly, and then other classes. As I made it out of the school, I tried to see a reflection of myself with a hat and sun glasses, and something else that I had on, but I couldn't find a mirror to stop at, and I kept seeing teachers looking at me. At least I was outside now.

      Tittle Litties

      I was at a friends house (M-Bub). His girl bent down and showed me her tittle litties. They were beautiful. I asked her to show me again and she said "No" but then she did show me. It wasn't the same that time, but then she started showing them to me more and I got that same good angle again.

      She kept moving them. I wanted her to just lean over and let me look at them without moving around. Then she did stay still. Fantastic! Finally, I turned around and there was her boyfriend. He asked if I got a look at them. I was scared, but he wasn't mad. He smiled, and I told him, "No, I didn't want to." My intonation me said, "No, I didn't mean to."

      I then walked away and went to a blanket on a grassy hill. There was a bunch of stuff all over it. It might have been picnic stuff. I couldn't even sit on the blanket.

      Someone asked me to bring a couple of their things over to the blanket, and I brought something to the blanket also, but I don't know what it was. The other person wanted to get away from a shark. (I guess it was a land shark )

      Then I woke up.
    4. Busines/school; Business/nature

      by , 12-08-2012 at 01:59 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Business School

      I needed to get a form or something for a business I had. It was not much of a business yet, but I had a license and I was trying to protect it.

      I drove somewhere, following someone, and not really knowing where I was going. I ended up in a class with high-school students. When it was time for class to let out, I tried to put all my stuff away and just get my business license, but there was a lot of crap on my desk and I couldn't find my license.

      There were tiny pencils, some sharpened at both ends. Someone thought tiny pencils were neat; they needed to be thrown out. I picked them up and put them in a reservoir attached to the desk.

      I found a book with papers in it as book marks. I looked at each paper to make sure I could throw them away. None of them had anything on them, so I threw them away. I inspected the book to see if it was important--it said, "Sotobirds" or something. It was inspired by what I'm studying these days, "phytochemicals." I have a packet in my truck IWL with that title.

      My friend left the class and I got nervous because I didn't know how to get back where I was going. Then the teacher came in and sat down with me. I told her I didn't think I would graduate and she got concerned. I thought it was funny she didn't realize I'd only attended the class today and one other occasion (false memory). I quickly told her I was joking, and explained my purpose for being in the class.

      I eventually left and indeed did not know where I was going.

      I forgot the rest of the dream.



      I was driving to someones house iKnoW. I didn't want her to think I liked her, which I did, but I was in the area, and was just going to go by her house because something near her was nice to see.

      I decided I better not go by and see it though. I continued to drive on a hilly street. I saw Jim Rockford I think. He was on a mechanical device like a cherry picker that held three people on poles that went out in different directions. The center would rotate and all three people would move up or down as though they were on a Farris wheel. One person would make a hand signal or whistle or something, and a guy in the control seat would turn the entire unit, and all three guys would start going around.

      Jim didn't like the job because the hours were far and few between, but then he got a check for $50, 000 and decided that he could take the few hours because the money was so good.

      I ended up in a shop. A boss figure was looking at some paperwork. Two guys had filled out their business licenses correctly, but mine was wrong. I asked what was wrong and he showed me the paper. He then asked me to name two adults. I named the first and he said that was wrong and that I didn't understand. He was going to explain it to me.

      I went outside and told someone what was happening. The boss wanted me back in and thought I was talking about him. He then asked me surprised if I really had an avocado plant growing at home. I told him I did, but it was very small and would never bear fruit. He was very interested, but didn't quite believe it.

      We ended up talking about the soil in a lime tree I have. I showed him how rich it was and told him the soil was from my compost heap. He was impressed that I had such nice soil. I told him that I would have a lot more soon since I've been building it up again.

      The man took a step back and almost stepped on a huge worm. I looked at the worm a couple times and it turned into a new clutch of baby brown snakes. I said, "Watch this."

      I started scooping them up all at once. Then I started picking up one at a time to get the rest in my hands. I knew they wouldn't bite me because they don't bite IWL. I then came to a couple different king snakes and a copperhead. They were small also, but I recognized them. I picked up the king snakes, then the copperhead struck at me. I pulled away quickly and then showed the man and other people all the snakes I had.

      The End
    5. Nice Lips; Late for School; Fighting My Brother; Old Movies; Whisper Awake; Messed Up Sexy Time

      by , 10-14-2012 at 10:57 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Late for School

      I was going down a flight of stairs when I saw a girl sitting at the top on a ledge. I looked at her and told her she had nice -- but I only pointed to my lips to indicate I liked hers.

      She said, "Lips?"

      I nodded. She started talking, but I don't know what she said.
      I went downstairs and started eating breakfast. I noticed I was late for school. It was 11:30 A.M. or so. I used to never be late or absent from school, but I was afraid that I would be in some sort of trouble for just staying out.

      As I left, someone, maybe my mother, was yelling stuff to me that I didn't want to hear. I ran around a puddle. There was a mist in the air. It was raining a very large mist.

      I realized I left my kids at the bus stop. I was horrified that I would leave them there alone. I told them to come on up to the house. It was my Dad's house. My wife came out and reprimanded me for leaving them out there without supervision, and for not giving them breakfast.

      I felt so bad for having just eaten but I didn't give them anything to eat. They had an umbrella, but they were standing out in the rain waiting for a bus that they had already missed, and hadn't eaten breakfast. I felt horrible.

      Fighting My Brother

      My dick-ass brother was being a dick. He was laying out the rules for us fighting. We rarely actually fought, but we were about to.

      He was saying, "If you punch me in the neck, I'm going to punch you in the neck. I can't wait for that." He was tall and thick. IWL he is very tall. I didn't care. I started throwing jabs.

      He ran up the stairs so that I would follow. I decided not to play that game and waited down stairs. He came back down.

      He's an asshole.

      My brother the asshole.

      Sorry, that wasn't dream. That part was a poem I just made up called, "My Brother Asshole."

      Old Time Movies

      I was watching some kind of black and white movies. Two old men were walking on lawn chairs floating in the water. The were connected by something in the middle, but the chairs broke away from the middle piece under their weight. They were in the Bahamas or something.

      E-mail addresses from that era kept flashing. They were all numbers because they weren't as advanced as we are now.

      Whisper Awake

      IWL, my Custom Alarm was on.

      I dreamed I was sleeping and trying to go back to sleep. I was trying to become lucid, so I didn't want to move. I dreamed someone said in a whisper, "I'm whispering. Can you respond?"

      This scared me. It's a strange thing to say unless something is wrong, possibly with me. I woke up.

      Messed Up Sexy Time

      I walked into a restaurant and had a drink. There were two girls in separate beds close by. I was playing kind of cool. They may have asked my name, or maybe I offered. I told one my name and the first answered. I told the second my name, and she said her name was whatever her first name was, and said her last name was my last name. Well, that was all I needed to hear.

      I got a good angle to look up her dress and she obliged. I tried to feel her up, but then just took off my pants. As I took off my pants, I realized that since I was dreaming, I should be able to pull them off by just pulling them through my legs. This thought was a byproduct of always having trouble getting my pants all the way off. I should have become lucid with that thought, but no.

      I decided to get on this girl since my pants were mostly down. When I got back to her, she was turned backwards. I could still do her, but it would be uncomfortable, so I turned her around. Now she had a mans face. Shim still had the same body as before.

      I tried to put it in shims vagina, and I said I would prefer if shim had the woman's face.


      Updated 10-14-2012 at 02:35 PM by 41873 (I added a dream after waking up again.)

      false awakening , non-lucid
    6. Lucid Scientist; Lucid Make-out; At School;

      by , 09-03-2012 at 01:34 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Lucid Scientist

      A woman scientist was talking about a hairy ball. It was some kind of an animal, and more ovular, but there were no legs or head or anything. She ended up saying it was pork. Then she compared it to some kind of hairy stick. She went into some detail about the stick.

      I'd been listening intently, but I somehow missed exactly what she said, but it sounded interesting, so I asked her what she'd just said. She didn't understand my question.

      I asked her what she'd said about the stick. She looked dumbfounded. I posed my question very clearly, stating that she had just made a comparison between the ball of hair and the hairy stick, and I wondered what she had said about the stick. At this point, I became lucid.

      I was going to ask her again, but realized that would be pointless, and I was so pissed at this stupid bitch, I decided to punch her in the face. I tried, but I couldn't move my arms.
      This is either because I was very tired, or simply very poor control. I have a theory that being very tired hurts dream control, though I have found this not to be true at all times. Just a thought.

      I either woke up, or had a false awakening at this point. I think I woke up.

      Lucid Make-out

      A girl was on a bicycle. She wasn't a little girl, but she was younger than I am. Anyway, I started making out with her. She seemed into it. Eventually I tried to do more, but I woke up, again, possibly an FA.

      At School

      There were several projects hanging on a wall. One was lit. It had a crescent moon. The light turned off just as I looked at it. I was very interested and I liked the picture. I tried to see if the plug had come out, but there were easels in front of all the pictures, and some kind of wires between them. I tried to go around them all, but I had a coat on and couldn't squeeze through the easel on the end and the wall. I said never mind.

      Then I was on the floor taking gloves off. I had 4 pairs of gloves on my left hand. Every time I pulled a glove off, there was another one underneath it. I thought that was very strange, and so did this other person who was watching me.

      I organized the gloves. I had my driving gloves, I had my winter gloves, I had another pair of driving gloves which must have been a gift, and a single glove without a match.

      Then a girl came in, gave me a muffin, and left. I was grateful and thanked her, though I was a little late. Then I tried to tell her I'd pay her back some time. Someone in the room was trying to sleep and she told me that I thanked her too many times.

      Then I was trying to sleep. The portion of the room by the door had at least 4 medium to large parrots in cages. I thought I should be comfortable with them as I've had birds in my life. One looked like my old Blue Front Amazon, but I thought the birds were a bit excessive, and they were kind of blocking the door in and out.

      Then I had to go to the bathroom. It was very public. The urinal was a bucket, and someone was standing on it to pee. It was to keep clean the way people don't sit on a toilet.

      Then that person was gone and someone was in the adjacent stall. I thought I would wait even though the urinal was free. Someone else came up and was going to go ahead of me, and they said they would be a few minutes, so I should go. I decided to go.

      When I got up to the urinal, it had a bunch of dishes or trash or something in it, so I said fuck it and walked out.
    7. Fight at School; Girl; Art

      by , 07-17-2012 at 03:42 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Fight at School

      I was in a school setting. It reminded me of my elementary school at one point, but nothing else about the dream had anything to do with it.

      It was very crowded. A black guy wanted to fight me for some unknown reason.

      He ended up getting brass knuckles. This idea was carry-over from a movie I recently saw. I was terrified. I got a broom stick or a mop handle with nothing attached to it and hid it behind a door so the guy wouldn't see it when he came after me. I wanted the element of surprise.

      At one point I saw some school officials and I said, "I hope you're going to protect me!" I figured it was their job to protect students, though they didn't seem to care.

      Eventually the guy reached out and gave me the brass knuckles. They were thinner than they would be in waking life. He looked at me as if to say, "Don't worry white boy; I'm not going to hurt you."

      I was so relieved. I gave the brass knuckles back to the guy.


      A girl Bv came up to me. She was looking at my clothes. She said, "Are those boxers?" I said, "Yea." She said, "Can I see?" I showed her the top of them. My hip bone was showing. She was acting like she wanted me, so I said, "Come here" and led her down a step and around a corner where nobody could see. I wanted her to put her hand down my drawers, but then she backed away. She said she couldn't. I was very disappointed.


      I was in a bedroom, but much of it was set up like a shop of sorts. People had come over to buy stuff. At one point they went into another room. A guy was in the room as if an employee. He straightened up the place while the customers were in the other room. I told another DC that he was doing a quick "puff and tuck" which is a term we used to use at a bedroom store when we had to straighten up.

      I found it odd that he would do a retail straightening up in a bedroom, but he was gay and he liked making sure everything was just so.

      Then the people came back into the main room. Now they were looking at art that was in the room. The manager of the old bedroom store told them to hold on. He wanted to show them something. He left and came back with some art that I had done and given him many years ago.

      This art was in the style of art I did many years ago with particle board, india ink, glass chips, and little stones to make stars and planets. The wood was cut into a semi circle. Another was an oval canvas.

      I got a pretty good look at one of the pieces. There were three planets in a nearly straight line. There were also glass chips that made up curved lines. The were either colored glass, or I had painted a representation of reflection nebula around them. The constellations were labeled Enceladus and Titan (not constellations in waking life, but moons of Saturn.)

      This is carryover from a sound project I've been thinking about.

      I would like to try to make this piece of art just to see something from a dream on a regular basis, but I'm not set up for it. maybe some day.

      Updated 07-17-2012 at 05:22 PM by 41873

      non-lucid , memorable
    8. Making Love | Delivering Nothing

      by , 06-01-2011 at 02:42 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Making Love

      I was making love to a gorgeous woman, but she wanted to stop.
      Then I was in a high-school setting. (In waking life I am in trucking school).
      I wanted to get out of there so bad, so I left about three and a half hours
      early. I was afraid at first, but later it seemed I wasn't going to get in any


      Delivering Nothing

      I was delivering something in a ridiculous personal vehicle. It was like a go-cart or something.
      I was driving on the highway and I was the only person on the road. I got off at an exit, looked
      back, and noticed I left the trailer at home.

      I was going to have to go back home to get the trailer, but instead I ended up in
      line at a strange machine. I needed a ticket or something. I put in 2 quarters and
      got a card with two rows of mirrors, one red card with information of some sort,
      and two halves of a red card, but they weren't ripped. I didn't understand what I was
      supposed to have or what help any of this stuff offered, and the tickets I got seemed
      so random, I decided to pay another quarter to see what I would get. I never put in
      the quarters though.

      Instead, I dream-skipped into a room with some acquaintances from high-school. I told
      them I had seen R.B.--someone we went to school with. One of the people asked, "Where
      does he work now?" I told him I didn't know, or that I didn't ask. The guy rolled his eyes
      at me as if to say, "You talked to him, but you can't answer the most basic question about
      what he's doing?!"

      I explained to him that R.B. and I never hung out in school. We weren't friends, but I had
      talked to him, so if you want to "go" (fight), we can go right now. I walked up on him and
      he was a foot taller than I was. I wasn't scared at all, but I said that since that would be immature,
      than just understand that I didn't know where R.B. worked, so just leave it at that.

      As an aside, there were two cute girls there. I got a good look at the blonde. She was nice to
      look at.

      I then walked over to a cubby hole and found some information I had lost. There were pads with
      drawings on them and a bunch of other written journals and stuff. It was all very familiar, and I
      was glad that I had found them. In waking life, I don't have the stuff. I guess it was a false memory.

      I collected all the material into my arms and that dream ended.
    9. Picking Up My Daughter; Your Truck is Fixed/Restaurant a Church for a Survey

      by , 05-25-2011 at 10:58 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Picking Up My Daughter

      I had to pick up my daughter from school. The clock said 3:14. I probably didn't see the numbers strange because
      the dream was not vivid.

      Your Truck is Fixed

      My mechanic called and told me my truck currently in the shop, is fixed. It would cost $114.00.
      I told him I loved him because he always treats me right. My real bill will be closer to $600.00

      This led into being at a restaurant where something was going on with the staff. They were involved in something.
      Someone was talking to the owner about doing a survey. They wanted to use the restaurant as a church on sunday
      to get a bunch of people there so that they could do a survey for something (?) on everyone who showed up.
      The owner didn't want to use the restaurant for another business purpose.
    10. Registering Myself for the LD Game; Back at my Old School; Homeless Kids in the Trash

      by , 03-24-2011 at 05:51 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I was waiting in line or something trying to register myself as a character for the LD Video Game.


      I was back at school in a class with my head on the desk. I was asleep. I knew I had to wake up to get to my own class. I was already late, so I made myself wake up. I was scared about getting into my class late.

      I got up and as I walked out, I looked at the teacher. She didn't look at me. As I looked for my class, I said hi to an old acquaintance by his last name "Zski" (though I used his complete last name). I said hello to an old teacher "Mrs. Jpe" (used real last name), and I gave her a hug. I saw an old friend "Swn Tnnt." I was nervous that I couldn't find my class room. What was I, stupid?

      The End

      I was walking along outside when I saw a large trash can--the type supplied by trash companies.

      The lid was open and there was a girl about 5 yrs old, and two babies in the trash. They were sleeping--kind of. I was terrified for them. Someone with me stood up inside the trash can.

      I told the DC to be careful a few times, but he/she kept almost stepping on the head of one of the babies. Finally they weren't standing in the trash can anymore.

      I asked the girl who was the care taker of the babies if they wouldn't rather just sleep outside in nature, but I realized that that could be dangerous

      I was thinking about helping them somehow. Then there were only two girls and they were older now. One took off her pants the way entertainers do with special pants designed to come completely away by ripping them off. Both were cute.

      Then I was with my brother I think. He climbed into the back of a pup-truck and I followed. I told him he shouldn't sit on the tail gate, but he wouldn't listen. I don't really know where we were going.

      The End