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

I am in training to drive a big rig.

I dreamed I was watching an old training video for trucking. My road instructor was in the movie; he was
about 25 years younger than he is in waking life.

Lizards

I met a man who collected lizards to protect his home. These were like monitor lizards,
though I forgot what there were called in my dream. He had three kinds of lizards. One
was kind of soft skinned like a gecko. The other two had leathery skin. One was brown and
black like a Royal/Ball Python-the other was gray with perhaps a few black spots on it.

The man had one that was about 4 feet running around the property. Most were only as large
as my hand. He picked up a couple. I told him not to break the tail (commonly done when picking
up smaller lizards due to a survival technique). He said he knew, but the tip came off of one.

I picked the both up afterwards, and one opened its mouth to bite. I held both behind the head
concerned about how much pressure I put on the neck to prevent a bite.

Then I saw some shallow pottery with a wide mouth. Baby lizards were crawling around trying to get out.

Special Inhaler

I might have been with the same man who had the lizards--I'm not sure, but two guys were talking about
something that people used to get really high. I picked up this tube and inhaled. Using dream logic, it was like
a chamber that smoke would have gone into, but you could then remove the chamber and inhale straight from
one side of the chamber.

One of the guys sarcastically questioned why I was having trouble standing up. I knew I was busted. They were
not into drugs at all. They had a police feel about them. They weren't police, but they had no tolerance for drugs,
and they knew I took the hit.

I remember having trouble keeping my balance. It was a strange feeling to be high in a dream. Eventually the
trouble passed, but that is the end of the dream.

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.

I dreamed that I received several packages from my mother via UPS. In waking life my mom recently sent me a package.

IWL, I have been looking for house. In doing so, I always take an interest in the garden. Sometimes you can snag a cutting or some seeds.

Last night I had more vivid dreams for the third night in a row, but I've been tired, so my recollection is week.

I dreamed I was looking at some houses, but not to buy. One was my brother's, though it was a made up home just for my dream.
There were some others I was looking at as well, but they belonged to people; they weren't up for sale.

I was looking at my brother's house a little jealous, turned around, then tried to walk around a little pond or lake and slipped in on my back.
I was really disturbed by this. It hurt my feelings to fall in. I got out and never really felt wet, but I forgot what happened when I got out.

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There was a cat either in the same dream, or in a dream skip. I forget everything else about that dream.

I've been working 11 hour days plus home work, otherwise I would log my dreams earlier.

I collect meteorites.

Meteors were headed towards Earth. "We" were all plotting them using meteorites to
illustrate on a grid where the meteors were headed. I had them up on pins of some
sort raised up from the grid.

I was a little unhappy with the size and shape of the meteors I had.

That was the whole dream.

This is the second Slave to Aliens dream I remember.

It starts in the middle, but I don't know if there was a beginning.

I was asking for change to buy a Coke. The guy told me he couldn't give me change because "they" (the aliens) take half of the ones you buy for themselves. That sucked!
Then, I was at a table with what seemed like old high-school text books. They all had loose papers and candy in them (?), and everyone was supposed to take a book. It was instructions on how life was going to be with aliens running the world.

I took a book and tried to manage all the shit that was inside. Someone took one of my Starburst as everything was open and sliding around. I took it back, and then gave it back to the person who had taken it. They obviously really wanted it.

Then I got some totally whacked movie visuals of these aliens. They were in flying army vehicles. They would go to apartments that were like hotels with one plate-glass window after another where peoples living-rooms were. These aliens were shooting inside each one just fucking everybody up. I guess they were; I didn't really see anyone getting killed, but glass was breaking and they were just exterminating everyone. I wasn't really scared though. At this point I was watching it like a movie, though it kind of sucked because it was still my world they were destroying.

Anyways, they went to another set of apartments that looked a bit different, but same concept. The aliens started shooting each one, and finally went inside one of the units.

Inside, I was there on the bed. My little girl was on the computer looking at pictures--then she had two friends with her.

My dream ended there. I had forgotten it when I woke up, but remembered I had had a dream I wanted to remember, so I started trying to remember it and did
pretty quickly.

I was in an old West setting. I saw a guy sitting in a chair in a big room--a bar/saloon or something. I remember a wood floor. The room was very big and pretty empty.
The guy in the chair had straight, dark brown hair. He was rich, though he didn't look it.

I heard him saying under his breath what he would do if the business were his. He was saying something about a security system, and his thoughts beyond that were
to fix the place up. He intention was to be helpful to the owner rather than simply stating what he would do if it were his in an ego-centric fashion.

I went over to him and thanked him for being concerned for other people instead of being apathetic due to being very well off himself.

Then there was another scene where an old guy, a real character comes into play.
He had a crew cut due to being older and not having much hair. What little he had
was gray. He is wearing old, sweaty clothes of gray. He was in a long-sleeve undershirt
and suspenders. He wore a monocle, but it didn't make him look sophisticated. It had
a film over it as though it hadn't been washed in...ever, and made his mouth kind of
turn up to keep it in place.

He had a silver bullet which was supposed to be valuable due to the silver content, but
it was more than that. He came up to a guy behind an out-door sales stand trying to
sell it. There was some lore behind the bullet. It was coveted for some reason. The old
man had the bullet on a necklace. He pulled it out from his undershirt to
show it to the man behind the stand. The man would not buy the bullet for the requested
price.

The old man explained in a raspy voice that the item was the real thing and he wanted a
fair price for it. He put the bullet back under his shirt, squatted a little adjusting his pants,
and snapped his suspenders, running his thumbs from half way up to his shoulders where
he popped them.

That is where the dream ended. I don't usually dream of anything half this interesting
based on the visuals or content. It was really cool.

I was in a car I used to own. Possibly a VW Jetta. I was parked in a spot that was very cramped.
I tried to get around an obstacle, and I did, but then I was presented with another obstacle.
I went down a little bank, around a tree, to get to a lower drive. I thought everything was fine,
but then there were other cars blocking me. I couldn't seem to get to a clear area where I could
drive.

I finally made it to a garage where my Jetta was. Yea, I know. So, I talk to the mechanic and he
tells me that a flood got the car and I needed to replace the battery. In waking life, water gets on
the glow plug of diesels I think if you go through a puddle, but if it is not a diesel, water can still
make your car conk out.

Then I was on top of the car that needed to be fixed. Two friends took a hand and helped me
jump down.

Last night I dreamed I was in bed with an attractive, long-haired blonde. She was in a tight sweater. Her family was all around us.
It was like the bed was in the living room or something.

It seemed I had wanted her for some time, and it would be understandable for me to touch her, so I put my hand up her shirt.
I felt her breast including her nipple, but then she told me to stop. I tried to pull my hand out, but her sweater was too tight.
I tried to tell her "OK" that I would stop. Eventually, I got my hand out.

The dream ended there.

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I also had a strange dream of complex emoticons that created a whole body including stitching on pockets and stuff.

In waking life I've been chatting too much on DV.

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!

Yesterday iwl, someone talked to me about a 16' trailer I am trying to sell. It is locked to a chain link fence.
The guy, Noe, looked the trailer over and picked up the lock. I wondered why he would do that. I suspected
he only came up to see if it was locked up, and after talking to me, he realized it was. It was odd the way he
picked it up for a second and let it fall as if to say, "This is a cheap lock" or "Oh, it is locked."

Anyway, last night I dreamed that there were two fences, one for the back yard and one for the front, and
there was about a 4 foot space between them. It was wasted space. Then, I knew I had to see if the trailer
had been stolen, so I look back and sure enough it was gone. The funny thing was, it seemed as though a laser
had sliced the fence in half. The line was going slightly downward and perfectly straight. It was intense for what
little of a dream it was, just thinking about what would have cut the fence like that.

BTW, in waking life, I still have my trailer and the guy never showed up today to buy it as planned. I'm going to
come down on my price today. Aren't you glad to know that?

It is too bad I only remember fragments from last night because I was pretty active in my dreams. What I do remember was cool, but I think you had to be there to appreciate it.

There was water all around. I was in a tributary or something. I was on a dune/island.
There was a man and a woman; they were mean. They told me to get rid of a flower I had.
The flower was physically a cana-lili without the actual flower, but in my dream it was called
something else (another flower).



So, I picked up one of the cannas and threw it through some other foliage on another dune
where I thought it might look good if it survived. Right when it hit the ground, large flowers
shot up from the plant as though that was what the plant needed to flower. The flowers shot
up about 3 feet, flowering all the way up, and they were really big. The flowers were almost
white, but they had a hint of blue-gray.

I was very pleased and thought I would do that with the rest of the cannas that were there.

I was at the ocean. I think I had given my brother a small video camera that you could clip on.
I was on my computer, watching what the video camera saw. I trained the camera on a young lady
riding a surf board in on her stomach.

I looked for the camera to see how I could look down and point and zoom in exactly where I wanted.
I found the camera was clipped onto a sailboat. I have a friend who's father just bought a 24' sailboat for my friend to stay on in San Francisco.

I was able to control the camera, and zoomed in on the surfer. She was wearing a read bikini. I tried
to see her breasts, but no luck. Then I checked out some other ladies, but couldn't see anything there
either.

Then I was in a lake. I was holding on to a jeep that was floating in the water like a dock. The water
under the jeep was cold. Someone was poking fun at me because I needed to hold on to the jeep. I can swim, but I don't like the water. I wasn't really upset by the guy, but I decided to show him I could swim.

I gave him a waterproof, handheld video camera and told him to video me. I gave him time to hit the play button, but I almost dove off before he had time to record me. I gave him just a second, then without
hesitation I did a back dive into the water. Very uncharacteristic of me in waking life.

I seemed do dive down really deep. I had plenty of breath, but got nervous anyway. As I swam, I felt my body at an angle like I never started to level off or head back up, so I started swimming upward to get air.
I swam and swam and started getting nervous. Finally I did come up for air, but that is where the dream ended.

I dealt with a forgotten situation mixed with a false awakening and ended up saying to myself, "I could have become lucid (if I had done something differently in my dream). I woke up disappointed that I missed that dream sign.

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I dreamed a dog was dragging something. Our pet rats were making a ruckus.

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I had a dream about my Dad's old house. As usual, I was around back. The house is on a hill, but in my dream, the hill was held up by a wall which was collapsing. I was talking to someone and agreed to
shore it up which required tightening some screws to push the wall back. There was a train track dividing
the land in my dream.

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I had done a video project on things falling; parachuters and meteorites were the two that I actually thought of in the dream.

I started watching the video and it started with an intro scene I can't remember. Then it went to a scene of these ladies dancing. They looked the right size based on the perspective in one sense, but a giant hand came down to make it look as though the hand was making the ladies spin. The hand was not designed to look giant either. The hand only looked large and the ladies small relative to each other. It was strange, and had nothing to do with the theme of the falling things.

I was waiting for the real part of the video to start to see my editing work. Then the scene went to Jennifer Love Hewitt. She was sitting on her butt on the floor in a dress with stockings. Her legs were open, but the angle did not show her. Then the angle slowly turned to show her crotch. It was a playboy shot rather than a Penthouse shot (taste versus detail). She had a thick landing strip. That was great.

Then there were more women in a lesbian orgy scene. It was great, but I was waiting for the real part of the movie to begin. I turned around to see a lesbian woman I used to work with watching the video. When I saw her she kind of chuckled and walked away, though I looked back later and she was there again. I tried to tell her that this wasn't the real point of the video.

Eventually the lesbian scene stopped, but so did the dream. Maybe I woke up. I really don't know.