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

Singing a Spanish Line

I was singing a song in Spanish. A native speaker overheard me and corrected me. I was really embarrassed, but I was happy to know how to sing the line correctly. I can't remember how the song went.


Fully Repairable Food Balls

I went to the city square with my daughter's friend SH. I may have been with other people. When we got there, we all walked tiredly up some steps to a train track. The track circled at the steps to go back in the other direction.

We all chose a spot to wait for the train. I asked someone in my party if they wanted to stand with me. They stood somewhere else. I saw that they would be lined up with a different train based on where they stood. I mentioned to someone that it showed the difference in kids today. It made sense in my dream. It showed how they associated with different songs, or a different, more modern songs and technologies or something.

Dream Skip

I was looking down on these buildings. The city seemed empty except for 3 warehouses. Two were Japanese and they were affiliated. One was named "dieche" or "dihatche" or something.

Eventually we were all outside that warehouse looking in. There were these green, round balls about the size of the large, inflatable exercise balls, except these were food.

This was some new kind of food, and it was said to be "fully repairable." I saw one mis-shapen ball become perfectly round, then roll into its place near, but apart from another ball.

We started realizing something was wrong with these balls. It became clear they were our enemy. I looked around and saw some buildings we could run too. Some had fire ladders going up a ways towards the top of the building.

Then the people working at the warehouse released the balls. I knew they were poisonous and would kill us. The government was wiping everyone out. One person ran to a ladder at one of the buildings. I was going to run to another, but I woke up to go to the bathroom.

Messed Up Tattoo

I had a tattoo on both my arms. I had been drunk and let someone ink me. I was so pissed. The art work was horrible. It was supposed to be fire, and should have stopped a bit up my arm. Instead you could kind of see fire, but it was mostly just scribble, and it went down onto my fingers. I realized that any job I ever had would have to accept tattoos on my hands.

I was in a strange room with 5 other people. I was standing, they were all sitting. One of the people was my wife. She does not get Monty Python because she is from Mexico. I thought it was really weird that she was singing the Monty Python songs with such gusto.

There were two guys with very good voices who complimented each other's voices very nicely. There were a couple more guys who couldn't sing that well, but didn't mess up the tune.

One of the guys with a good voice wore a marching band outfit.

They all sang thinking it was really funny to be getting into this Monty Python song...as it would be in waking life. I looked closely at the two guys with the good voice because I was surprised at how good they sounded even though this was like some kind of a gag.