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

There was man in a cave. For some reason it started turning into a monster type figure, though he
wasn't evil.

He slowly started walking out of the cave. In the middle of the cave was a kind of cave doorway
without a door. As the creature approached the cave doorway, sideways stalagtites grew like
cave teeth to block its passage.

Trapped in the cave now, the creature turned around to go back in the cave. With his back to the
toothy, sideways stalagtite protrusions, the creature grew wings on the outside of the new cave growth
while he was on the inside. He was now trapped exactly in place.

I thought there might be some way to free him just by busting up the rock.

This was about the strangest dream I've ever had.


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Someone had robbed a bank. I ended up with the get-away car with two bags of money in the back.
An old ex friend stopped a truck in front of me so I couldn't get away. He knew I had robbed the bank.

He pointed a strange gun at me and told me not to move. My windshield fogged up and I thought about
my situation. I decided I would rather die than go to jail. As the fog cleared, I told the guy my decision.
I backed the car just waiting to be shot, but he never did.

I drove away and drove into a warehouse. Dream skip ~ The dock door was shut behind me.
I saw a trailer from an 18 wheeler outside. It couldn't fit in the warehouse. This is residue from my last job driving a truck. I didn't remember driving the trailer, and wondered if it was full of money.

All of a sudden, it was like a bedroom, but I was still in the warehouse. Someone had set up there bedroom in the warehouse as if they were going to live in it. Then they came around and I was hiding.

Dream skip ~ I am knocking on a door and opening it to see if it is OK to come in. It is my grandparents house. They are very old. I shouldn't have been bothering them. They are gone in real life and I think my subconscious was incorporating that into my feelings.

They were so old that they couldn't enjoy grand-kids. The end of like was a great burden and they couldn't
enjoy other things.

I was in a room waiting for a football championship to begin. It was weird because I was at the event, but in a room.

I was with an oriental girl in bed. I was taking my time until she pressed me, so I pushed up her shirt and started sucking on her little breasts.

I took off my pants, but then she freaked out. I was sad, but put my pants on and consoled her. I told her that
she is still a virgin and she has nothing to be upset about.

I was with my first girlfriend. She was smoking a blunt
She threw the end of it on the ground and I was a little disturbed.
She wouldn't do that in waking life. Anyway, we got in her car. It
was her Camaro. She had a weird tray with marijuana on it. There
was also a pipe. I tried to explain that she was asking to get in trouble
because if she gets pulled over for anything, she's in trouble for the
weed also.

All of a sudden, we are getting pulled over. I am now not in the car,
but outside, hiding behind a staircase handrail. The police find me.

They look in my eyes and think I'm stoned. I don't smoke, so I know
I'm not, but I'm worried because my eyes feel so heavy. I know I look
high. I tell the cop I don't smoke and that I have a CDL, so I can't anyway.
They don't care, but my dream ended there.

I dreamed I was driving to my last destination in trucking.
Along the way I ended up at a house I was looking at buying
or it was my father's second wife's house. She was somehow
in the dream.

All of the above comes straight from what is
happening in my waking life.

Class and Securing the Hill

I was in a class, but don't know what I was learning. We all chose net-books for the day. They were all unique.
One computer had a problem.

Dream skip?

I went to a grassy hill and was going to fight some machines. Everyone in my unit or on my team had a vehicle
that served as protection. I chose a place on the hill that offered protection from ahead and from behind.

These dreams repeated. When I went to class again, I knew one of the computers had a problem. I got the same
computer I had had before because I knew that one worked.

I saw some meat that had been flattened and salted. It was raw. I ate some and realized some how, not by the taste,
that the meat had been poisoned. I started to spit out the meat. Every time I spit, I had a lot more spit to spit out. I
spit enough to fill a baggie half way. I left the class.

I was on the hill again. Someone had a boa constrictor--possibly a red tail boa. It was about 8 feet long. They were letting it get very close to me. It was trying to bite me. Eventually I was trying to hold it anyway. I tried to get it behind the head, but being tired in waking life (I guess), I couldn't focus on it much. I ended up holding it by the tail and letting it crawl on the ground.

Then I was positioned on the hill again. My spot was now vulnerable from the rear. I didn't like that at all. I had a premonition that we would be attacked from the rear. I ended up in some kind of a room that was walled by tough, nylon strapping material. I had a machine gun. It was like a cross between an AK-47 and an AR-15. I liked having it. I shot about 15 bullets and then thought I should stop in case I hit someone. I wanted to get out of the room, so I started pulling the strapping and it was coming loose. Eventually I guess I did get loose with someone else who was in the room with me.

Then I was in a military aircraft. I was never in the military. We were preparing for something. I was trying to get my machine gun it a case because I didn't want to leave it, and I didn't want to walk around wherever I was going with an open machine gun.

One of the other guys with me, a superior I think, threw a jacket out of the plane. I was upset because I think it was my jacket. It was as though I wasn't supposed to keep the military property (including the gun). I quickly put on another jacket so as to claim it. That meant the jacket thrown out was someone elses.

OGF

I met a girl who looked like someone I used to date. I was my current age--she was the age I met her. I approached her nervous of how she would respond to what I wanted to tell her. I told her that I know I am much older, but I just wanted to tell her that she looked like an ogf. She looked exactly like her. I was in love.

Later, she responded more to my liking, and I became semi lucid, or at least controlled my dream. I started holding her. I was taking my time to go up her shirt because I was enjoying being with her, but I realized I may wake up soon, so I started going further up her shirt. I got so far as to feel where her breast started. I didn't go further because I wanted to save some of the enjoyment. I never got to feel her breast, but I was enjoying looking at her face too much.

I have recently had several dreams that I was unable to journal.

I remember seeing a girl of about 12 or 13 walking with her mother drinking milk from her
mother's nipple. They were just walking like everything was normal.

I had a dream the next night or the night after that that my boy was grabbing these button
things. There were so many, he couldn't get them all without putting some in his mouth. I may
have recommended he put them in his mouth to hold them, and then to grab the rest with his
hands.

I then realized he could choke on them, so I told him to just open his mouth and let them
fall out. He started to let them fall out, but he choked on one. I tried to hit his back to get
it out of his throat, but it didn't work. He quit moving.

There was another dream where I was in a college environment I think. There was a girl who
was OK looking, but I found her to be incredible in my dream. I was going to kiss her. She pulled
away, but implied that later in the evening we would sleep together.

I had taken some B vitamin's 2 nights in a row that I had vivid dreams.

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.

I was with a female companion. She was wearing very tight underwear and I could see the undulation underneath it. I kissed it.

She asked me to carry her, so I picked her up upside-down. It was reasonable in my dream. Her leg were apart and it was
right there in my face. I held my head up and looked away so someone wouldn't think I was happy about what was unfolding.

Once I was clear of danger, I kissed her again. I felt the warmth and the wetness.

I had other dreams and I worked to remember them, but I eventually forgot them.

I dreamed of a hotel that looked similar to the Peachtree Center Plaza Hotel in GA



only the elevator shafts went out horizontally from the top, then went down, the back
out horizontally, then down, until they reached the ground. There were two elevator
shafts that did this, one on either "side" of the building.

I don't remember the connection, but this was a Palestinian Hotel. I wondered how an
elevator would go down the strange, jagged descent a few times, but couldn't make
heads or tales of it.

Zebrah,

I always journal my dreams. I guess I fail to note in my workbook when I don't remember them.

My dream goals are to enter my worst childhood nightmare (which has proven difficult so far), and
to shoot fireballs or move something with my mind.

I think that before I can do that, I need to focus on my ADA and triggers more. I used to think about
it all the time--then when I had a lucid, I remembered my dream goals. The last two or three lucid's I
had, I didn't think of them at all.

I was playing Tetris last night in waking life.

I dreamed I was calculating miles driven on a trucking run by the
shape of each leg of the run.

Truck Spin-out

I was driving down the road and for some reason turned the wheel sharply
inducing a spin-out. I spun around twice, thought I might come away from
it unscathed, but started heading towards a car.

I started seeing the truck from a 3rd person perspective and watched the
truck hit a covered car next to a boat or something. I went over to the car
nervous, but it seemed like the car wasn't damaged. When I got to the accident
site, the car I hit was a toy car. I thought I could just drive away and would
get away with it, but I was under the window of a house. My truck is kind of
loud, so someone would likely notice, but I could get away.

Then I was in the parking lot of a store. People were in the parking lot coming
off of third shift, so now I was afraid they would wonder why I was walking into
the parking lot instead of leaving, but my truck was there, so I kept walking.

Then I was walking into the store they were walking out of. It was daytime now
and I was just looking at there stock. It was all in glass cases like at a jewelry store,
but it was weird, cheap, and "punk" type stuff. More like just rebellious jewelry and
paraphernalia.

--

Training Engineer Shoot-out

I am going to start driving a truck in waking life. It will be stressful
for me because I am in his truck with his rules. I am going to sleep in a bunk where
many others have slept and I am particular about where I sleep. My trainer is called
a TE (Training Engineer).

I dreamed I was meeting the guy who is going to go over the road with me for the
next couple weeks. I apologized for my truck being so dirty, but he said we would use
his truck to get to the big rig we would use to go over the road.

I though, OK--that's fine. In his truck, my legs were cramped as Hell! I know I had no
choice because he would be the boss, but I was sitting up front with him and my legs
had absolutely no room. They were going backwards under the seat. I was getting panicked
because I couldn't stretch my legs at all.

The visual was really strange too. There were black levers all across the dash board. They
were like fork-lift levers but a little smaller and skinnier. They were all bent differently, so it
wasn't neat. It looked kind of chaotic. It was very strange. I asked what kind of truck it was.
He said it was a V.W.

The pressure built up and I dream skipped to a hotel room where I had a semi-automatic pistol
and my TE had an automatic. He emptied a clip and reloaded. I shot at him but couldn't hit him.
I aimed because I knew I was at a disadvantage, but none of my shots were hitting. Luckily he
didn't hit me either.

--

Old Coins

I was at one of the U.S. Mints. They were selling a lot of thing they wouldn't sell such as vegetables.
All the visitors were using a remote control to control a menu above the sales counter to see what
souvenirs they could buy from the mint.

I wasn't interested in the stuff people were looking at at that counter, so I walked around to another
counter. There I saw some old coins. There were giant Indian Head Pennies. It was ridiculous, but
a long time ago, the U.S. minted "Large Cents," so I was probably incorporating that into my dream.

Anyway, I saw coins dated in the 1600's or the 1500's. It was great. Then I saw a coin dated 170. It
was unbelievable. I was talking to someone about how it was like being back in time when someone
"first" set foot on California.

I also saw proof sets from several year's including a future year's proof set (strange). There was a dollar
coin that looked more like a nickel with a sharp-lined image of Jefferson.

Then I was at my Dad's old house. There was a guy saying he bought some very rare coins that he paid
over $500.00 for them and that was just one payment, and he was going to clean them. He was going
to do a peel (like a facial peel). I advised against it. You want coins cleaned professionally.

He said he read where people had cleaned coins before. I told him he may have read where they cleaned them,
but it didn't say they SHOULD have cleaned them. He took pause and realized I was right. I told him I would
look it up and see if I could help him. I wanted to make sure he didn't waste his money.

I went upstairs where I used to stay at my father's. Then the guy was a girl, and as I looked down, the down-stairs
was some shack. The girl asked me to come down to talk to her about the coins rather than her coming
up-stairs. I thought it would be more proper for me to go down-stairs and see her in the living-room.

I went down-stairs and she was in the kitchen or something. She was thin, and she was wearing these sexy silky, red
shorts. One side was coming up a little. Her ass was divine. I sat there and stared at it in disbelief.

The End

I was in a vacuum. I thought I was dreaming, but thought I might simply be awake. I pushed my arms
out to see if I was lucid. I know it isn't an RC, but I already suspected I was dreaming and wanted to
stretch my arms anyway. I was having trouble pushing my arms out, but I knew I was dreaming then.

There was nothing around; it was not even space. It was stupid. I couldn't make a scene appear, so
I relaxed and started falling into the void. That was cool enough. I let the dream form itself.

I ended up dancing with an old, over-weight woman. Her hair was salt and pepper; she was about 65.
I dipped her twice as we danced. I was impressed that I could hold her up. I was in no way attracted
to this woman. The second time I saw her vividly, she was all sweaty. It was really yucky. She had the
hots for me. Blahchchch!

Soon I was at a party. I started making a move on a white girl and felt up
her shorts. I got to touch her, but the more I got what I wanted, the more I was afraid
I would lose the dream...and I did.

Then there was an cute, overweight black girl. I made a move on her and was successful.
Then I saw her skinny friend. That would have been nicer. The girl I was with leaned over and
kissed the corner of my mouth.

Semi/lucid to normal dreaming: Soon I had to leave the party. Looked for my scarf, found it, went
to say goodbye to the host. I went in his room and saw all the stuff in his room. I clearly so a forged
iron skull. Not scary, not life size, just an artistic piece. It was on an iron stick. I didn't see the rest
of the stuff vividly, but the room had that feel to it.

The End

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
trouble.

--

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.

I am pebble deaf in my right ear, which is something I have to deal with regularly. It bothers me a little.

Someone was telling me something but I couldn't hear him. My hearing was way worse than usual. I couldn't really hear anything
he was saying. I decided to clean my ears with baby oil, which is a trick I learned from Dr. Oz in waking life.

I had a false awakening in which my hearing improved, as my bad hearing was only in a dream.

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I forgot most of this dream, but I dreamed I was on a bus that was driving itself. I was trying to get somewhere, and
this bus was supposed to get me there. I wondered how it could drive without a driver, for even if it could run certain
roads automatically, it could not account for certain problems like cars that would cut it off or whatever.

In waking life, my driving instructor started talking about an automatically driven truck or something today. That reminded
me of my dream, so I'm creating this entry now.