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

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

    1. 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.

      Eating

      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.
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      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.