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

Houses were floating up due to either being haunted or due to a tornado...I think. Mostly, it was a threat that they were
going to float away, but it seemed one lifted up. I more remember waking up from the dream and trying to remember it.

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Matte87 was talking on chat in waking life about putting something on his hoodie--"Are you dreaming" I think. I said it should
say, "I am dreaming" because that is what I want to say in my dream. So last night I dreamed I was in a city with some event
going on and some construction or something, and it was on a college campus, so there was a bunch of shit going on.
As I'm walking down the sidewalk, I see a guy with a hoodie on that says, "I am dreaming."

Of course, like a dumb ass I miss the sign. I kept going where I was going, then decided to talk to the guy with the hoodie, but I
couldn't find him. Then I started to hear the guy on Public Radio in waking life. He often finds his way into my dream, usually just
manipulating the story. This morning he was talking about Isreal and the surrounding nations. I started dreaming of a reporter working
through a crowd of people with this story.

It was a frantic scene as it seemed to affect us more directly than that news usually hits us. I followed the reporter up stairs through
a crowd of people. Up the stairs on the next level of whatever building it was, I had to use the bathroom. The radio personality was
sitting on the floor with his back up against the wall doing his show.

As I went to the bathroom, walking away, he leaned forward and raised his voice so I could hear the end of what he was saying.
That was really weird.

So, I had to drop the kids off at the pool. It is a big bathroom, but there is a lock on the door, so I lock it for privacy. Then I realize that
there are multiple stalls, so the bathroom should be able to allow for more than just me. I reluctantly unlock the door. Then I went looking
for my stall. I hate using public bathrooms and this was the worst. There were these small, frail looking commodes, and they were just seats.
Instead of a bowl, they had bags hanging down, and the bags weren't opened well. I would have to fix one so it would be open.

The dream ended there and I'm glad it did. Yuk!