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

I was in someones front yard, but it was across the street from my neighbors in waking life. I was with my wife or my cousin N

I said, "Let's fly," and I took off. I saw the stars. I got heavy above the trees. I was not lucid.

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I lost some kind of contest. I was walking down hill at night towards a restaurant or something.

I made it in went to a room to get dressed. I put on the clothes and wig that Americans wore in Washington's time. I stood very proud so as to not be bothered that I lost the contest.

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I was outside and saw a mated pair of Bald Eagles. I couldn't believe it. They circled above. Then I noticed they were chasing hawks out of their territory.

I grabbed a professional video camera. I thought it was mine. As I started taking video of the eagles, I started playing the harmonica. That was weird; it was attached to the camera. It only played one note.

I took more video and played the harmonica that was up to my mouth again.

I looked at the camera and noticed it was a strange dream version of my brother's old XL-1. It was partly blue and had wires making on empty frame underneath the body of the camera. I tried to see the harmonica, but it wasn't very obvious.

In waking life, my father taught harmonica. He also went to a Deepak Chopra seminar where he was told that the eagle is his animal spirit or something.

Dream skip: I'm in a building and receiving sun glasses. I'm some black market distributor. I am happy because this means money, but I realize I'm in business with thugs. This is dangerous business.

I start seeing guys that get bigger and tougher up the chain of command. Each one is stronger than the next.

Finally I see the big boss. He's a black guy. One of the white guys tries to make me look good. He climbs up onto a platform, I get ready, and as he jumps me, I grab his jacket and throw him to the floor. This is designed to show that I can handle myself.

I start hitting, though pulling my punches. Again, I am just showing what I could do, though I was slow and very unconvincing.

I end up in a car with two black girls. I'm stroking the hair of one of them and I wonder if the other one accepts me.

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My nephew was depicted as a cartoon character. He was outside in the snow. His mother called him Snow Cheese.

Then his mother started drawing cartoons of him. She was coming up with the text effortlessly. They were funny, but I never knew what they said.

Rare Coins Found

I was floating down a large creek in a boat with a few other people I don't see the boat or the people. A lot of my dreams are like that.

Someone mentions that someone gave a person named Oro (gold in Spanish) some silver...or something like that. I thought that was odd. Then we past some rocks. There were coins spilled all over the place.

I looked at a nickel and saw it was a war nickel (in waking life minted 1942 to 1945, 40% silver with a large mint mark above the Monticello). I saw the S above the Monticello, so I said, "Hey, a war nickel!" On closer inspection I noticed that all the coins were silver, and many were very rare, special pieces. It was a treasure!...but it wasn't ours!

We started picking up as many as we could. I filled to sport-coat pockets full, and of course I filled my mouth with them

Dream skip: We are all in a building and I get the feeling someone suspects we found the coins. I try not to look suspicious. I can't talk obviously or I'm busted. Someone asked why I have my hands in my pockets. I look like, "Whatever. I'm just walking around."

I tell someone about the coins in my mouth and he says, "Just take an aspirin." He was no help!

That's all I remember.

A Brush with an OGF

I was with a girl who used to torture me in waking life. I put my hand on her shoulder and very slowly inched towards her breast. She let me and I felt very relieved, but I never actually got to touch her. I just know that in my dream, the point was that she let me. It was like a dream saying, "Yada yada" right at the good part.

Anyway, then she was across the table and I couldn't be close to her. A sweet, sweet beauty but so, so cold! That's the way she always treated me in waking life and that was the end of that dream.

HUGE Tatooed Construction Workers

I was in a strange house. I looked out a window and saw a huge construction vehicle. It was like something you see on a PBS special about huge vehicles that you never get to see in waking life. I was amazed.

There were guys lined up on the ground all...doing something...at the side of the vehicle. They were like 7 foot tall body builders, all tattooed, every last one of them. I saw their builds. Just as in waking like, they had different body types, and I just looked down the line, amazed at how someone got a special crew of monster sized people. They must have been working on a very special project.

I kept going down the line until there was another truck. This truck was smaller, and had smaller guys, but I was thinking that if it weren't for those huge guys, these guys would all look pretty big to me.

Then there was a guy in a bobcat driving on top of two construction vehicles. He needed to be up hi for some reason, but what a ridiculous balancing act.

The End

Strange Movie Set

I was on some kind of movie set. A scene was acted out where a guy lost his head. I forget how he lost it, but when he was supposed to lose his head, he would press a button on his neck and his head would pop off.

His head was separate from his body, talking, asking if they should do the scene over where his head is cut off with a sword instead of however he lost it the first time.

The End

I was at my Dad's old house with my wife. Another family lives there now in waking life, and I knew that in my dream. I kept telling my wife, "Let's get out of here!"... but she was on her computer and wasn't moving.

I looked out the window of the kitchen door. I was afraid someone from the next house would see that someone was in my Dad's old house when they weren't supposed to be.

A car started to pull in the driveway. I just knew we were busted; but the car never drove up the driveway. that happened twice.

I told my wife to come on again, but she was eating a pan of pound cake or swirl bread. I decided to leave by myself. I slipped out the back door certain someone would see me leaving, but I had to get out of there.

The dream ended.

I had other dreams, but I can't remember them. Maybe I'll remember them later.

I was waiting in line or something trying to register myself as a character for the LD Video Game.

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I was back at school in a class with my head on the desk. I was asleep. I knew I had to wake up to get to my own class. I was already late, so I made myself wake up. I was scared about getting into my class late.

I got up and as I walked out, I looked at the teacher. She didn't look at me. As I looked for my class, I said hi to an old acquaintance by his last name "Zski" (though I used his complete last name). I said hello to an old teacher "Mrs. Jpe" (used real last name), and I gave her a hug. I saw an old friend "Swn Tnnt." I was nervous that I couldn't find my class room. What was I, stupid?

The End
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I was walking along outside when I saw a large trash can--the type supplied by trash companies.

The lid was open and there was a girl about 5 yrs old, and two babies in the trash. They were sleeping--kind of. I was terrified for them. Someone with me stood up inside the trash can.

I told the DC to be careful a few times, but he/she kept almost stepping on the head of one of the babies. Finally they weren't standing in the trash can anymore.

I asked the girl who was the care taker of the babies if they wouldn't rather just sleep outside in nature, but I realized that that could be dangerous

I was thinking about helping them somehow. Then there were only two girls and they were older now. One took off her pants the way entertainers do with special pants designed to come completely away by ripping them off. Both were cute.

Then I was with my brother I think. He climbed into the back of a pup-truck and I followed. I told him he shouldn't sit on the tail gate, but he wouldn't listen. I don't really know where we were going.

The End

I was driving a van. There was a prehistoric dog next to me that was excavated and lived. He was more ferocious than any dog on Earth today.

With my right hand, I broke off a piece of wood about 2" x 2" x 1 1/2' that was loosely secured to the side of my seat. I needed to protect myself. I kind of gave the dog a whack, but didn't really want to hurt it, so I ended up just pushing it towards the sliding door. In waking life I was recently working in my attic and had to deal with 3 wasps. I caught and released two. The third I didn't really want to kill, but ended up trying to by pushing it against the rafters, though he got away.

The dog became submissive after I pushed him towards the door of the van. I asked a dream character if it could really be a dinosaur dog. I don't really remember him answering, though I got the feeling he said that it was dug up.

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I saw a driveway, not mine, with flowers that I left. I went to get them. I picked up a 1 gal pot with a rose, and some much smaller pot. I couldn't get the third.

There was a hole at the side of the driveway. I put the plant I couldn't take in the hole to protect it. Then I realized I shouldn't have, so I got in the hole and put it back out. I climbed out of the hole disturbed that I had to get a little dirty, then the owner of the house turned into the driveway.

I was busted! I was thinking about explaining to the lady that came home that they were actually my plants. That dream ended there.

Prediction: I am going to have charged dreams tonight. I hope to go lucid.

I had my first day of trucking school today. I drove a tractor trailer. This should be a great stimulus to induce great dreams. Also, I'm going to pretend to shoot fireballs from my hands and watch things blow up before I go to bed. I am hoping acting out will help me go lucid and have better control. I will then try to enter my nightmare.

I have been talking with someone on DV who suggested that I pretend as I did when I was a kid, whatever my dream goal is. Much of that conversation took place last night. Before going to bed, I spent a little while pretending that I could shoot fireballs from my hands. Then I went to bed.

I was in a park. A DC told me to pretend with my Dream Goal, so I started pretending that I was shooting fireballs at trees, that they exploded, and the explosion blew me backwards.

The DC didn't seem to be impressed by my ability to pretend. Soon the DC tells me to look down the hill. I see my daughter with a lighted ball. This represents some kind of success. It is "like a fireball." It was pretty cool, and I suppose it was a great tool to pretend it is a fireball.

My daughter throws it up to me, and I turn and throw it up to my son. We play this for couple throws until one time I throw it to my son and it doesn't make it all the way to him. It starts to roll towards him, but turns and goes across the street.

The next thing I know he is across the street with the ball. I run over to him and explain that he has to look both ways. It is a $1.00 ball that I can buy again, and nothing is more important than him being safe. At that point, the ball was not the lighted ball anymore.

This wasn't what I wanted for last night, but at least my intention came through in my dreams.

I was somehow homeless behind my father's old house. I am sad it isn't in the family anymore, but my dad has passed in waking life and we had to sell the house. So, I'm building a fire to stay warm. Last night I really did build a fire in our back yard.

I noticed the fire was almost out. I was about to blow on it when the new owners of the house started looking out of the house and then walking towards me.

I ducked down so they couldn't see me, but they kept coming. I started to growl like a dog or some kind of monster to get them to turn away, but it wasn't working.

Then all of a sudden I was in the house looking out the window the way they must have been looking at me. I saw the fire and realized why I got their attention.

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There were two ladies. They were both really cute. One of them said to some guy, "You're not getting under this bra."

I realized I should just play it cool. I acted like I wasn't attracted to either of them and tried to look them in their eyes. Tried.

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I was in some kind of race inside of a gymnasium. It was like a marathon, but we had to run the distance in a small gym. People were cutting the corners because the room was small and it would be ridiculous to run in an actual square.

I wanted to run the full distance (and not cheat), so I tried to take the corners by running on the wall. Others took advantage by running past me on the inside. I thought that was kind of unfair.

It was very cramped. The room was only as big as a large garage. I ended up leaving the race, though I intended to rejoin it.

Outside I saw a big boned black lady name Yolanda. I don't know how I got to this point, but I grabbed her by the waste and pulled her into me twice. Then I decided to pull her in and thrust my pelvis into her rear. She was really soft.

She didn't seem to mind, but then she started acting as though I shouldn't have. I worked hard to get her attention and finally did. I mouthed the words, "Don't get me in trouble." She says, "OK."

Note: Yesterday I met my brother and his wife and their 1 1/2 year old son at Stone Mountain. I asked both about their LDing. I later went to a friends house and we went back and climbed Stone Mountain to see the "super moon" last night. It was full and really close to Earth last night. I see that as three stimuli that could have helped me go lucid just now.

I was a slave along with hundreds of other people, to aliens (I never saw). We had built a huge wooden tower and were now painting it. The paint was unnecessarily thick and difficult to use.

I was working with a group that I really liked including a girl that I liked. We somehow broke away from everyone and made for a grassy knoll. There were some rocks (like man-placed stones we saw at Stone Mountain). I threw some into some trees that lay just beyond the path of rocks. I was trying to hit the trees. Someone else started to do the same. We encouraged him to hit what he could.

Then I lay down to go to sleep on the hill. I woke up and everyone was gone. I realized I was under a spell that made it really hard to wake up and move. I decided I better catch up with my friends and get back to work otherwise I may sleep forever, or the aliens could get mad that I left and was sleeping.

I forced myself to get up; I was so-o-o-o tired. I worked my way up the hill and towards the top, very tired, I forced myself to run up so there would be no lying back down.

I found the tower and started looking for my friends. I really needed to find my group and pretend as though I had been working on it the whole time.

I worked with them, but then went to a hire point on the tower. I saw myself in a mirror, though I didn't see the mirror. I was wearing a black knit cap and looked like I had had a really rough day.

I then found the girl that I liked. She could see that I was feeling rough, but I knew that everyone felt rough from working so hard. I felt guilty for trying to gain her sympathy, but I thought it would make her like me.

I took my black cap off and put on a blue one and I felt much better.
Soon I realized I better get back to work again. I am back on the tower looking for my friends. They are the group at the top painting. The paint was as thick as the Nutella we ate at the mountain last night, and it was the same color. (You think I carried the Nutella into my dream?)

I was working around this guy with a bicycle at the top of the tower. I was trying to get to painting. Then someone had to go to the bathroom. I did too, so I went with him. The bathrooms were like something cattle would use. There were these super-long gates to the stalls. It is hard to explain, but I realized it was too weird and that I was dreaming.

I was a little afraid that if I defected and my job was real, the aliens would be mad, but I didn't think much about it. I sat down in defiance and was lucid.

I looked at my righth hand. I had written on it with a red pen. I tried really hard to focus on the numbers and make sense of them. There was a long division symbol with the numbers and the word "look!" It didn't mean anything, so I looked up in the sky to see the stars thinking about a recent dream where I did that and saw stars. I saw them again.

I decided to try my personal task which was to revisit an old nightmare. I stated the address of the house where I had the nightmare. Then I tried to make a ring of ashes appear. I couldn't do it. I tried to make them red hot even though I couldn't make them appear. I saw a place get red hot, but I couldn't sustain it. The next step would have been to have a demon appear in the red-hot ring of ashes.

I got frustrated that I couldn't make my nightmare begin. I tried to make fireballs shoot from my hand, or to just appear in my hand. No luck, so I started to fly. It was fun but I couldn't enjoy it. I wanted to enter my nightmare, so it was totally disappointing.

I was flying around my old stomping ground and thought of someones idea discussed in the Lucid Dream Game Idea thread--super-speed. I tried it. It kind of worked and kind of didn't, so I just started flying around.

There were some bicyclists. The were amazed that I was flying. Someone asked who I was. I gave them the wrong name and then someone called my by my complete real name. I asked how they knew and they said people knew me and were calling out to me.

I flew through a restaurant. It was really cramped. I made my way out the back and then I woke up.

Note: Next time I LD, I plan on trying to find my old house. I think I may have better luck if I try to reproduce my nightmare in the proper location. I don't know why I didn't try to fly to my old house. I guess I just didn't think of it.

I helped sell a friends super-car (that is what a friend calls old muscle cars that he sups up) for a profit of about $1150.00. The next thing I know, someone is adding a supercharger to another old muscle car to give to me as a reward.

There was a third muscle car in the mix.

The End.

I was in the car with an OGF. I knew it was strange, but I didn't become lucid. She was having trouble with the gear shifter (though it was on the column). We discussed that for a little while.

I had a couple dream skips. I think the first one was me standing outside looking at the stars. It was interesting to see the detail. I saw individual stars and star clusters. I took it in more than usual.

Then I heard a voice say that everyone was a stand-in as in a movie set. It didn't refer to me though. Something was going on elsewhere.

The next dream skip was me in a car again. I was the passenger and the driver was having a problem. Someone told the driver to back up. He did so and he almost went back too far. The driver started explaining how the car got messed up.

Then I was out of the car and I was fighting an an alien from They Live. In that movie, a massive signal was broadcast to make these aliens look like people, but if you wore special glasses, you could see that they were aliens. Then I was one of the aliens. Yikes!

I was fighting someone and they kept blocking my punches. It turned out to be Chuck Norris. He knew just how to block punches and tie up my arms. Darnit!

He threw me to the ground and I saw a burn mark in the carpet where a hot pan had been. Our hands were about to go into the burn mark and burn us. I tried to win Chuck over by warning him and lifting his hand away from the burn mark, and it worked.

At least the dream ended there.

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I was in some school that I don't recognize, I'm taking a class that doesn't make sense in waking life, but it was a type of composition class.

I was working on an assignment. There were ab out 10 pieces of paper about the size of a playing cards. They were layed out in two vertical rows.

Having used some of the information on two cards, I was trying to stack the papers to be more neat. The teacher was upset about it and wouldn't let me. I was really frustrated because I needed to organize my work. She made me be quiet. I was so frustrated I started punching myself trying to give myself a black eye.

I couldn't hit my eye, but I could hit myself in the head.

The End

Was making it with one, though not well.
Got a call from another.

I entered this in my DJ earlier this morning, but now it's gone. Was I dreaming? No. I really did it. Dang!

I was a captive in a dark rail yard type place. It was covered, about an acre by an acre or so, and it was about 20' to 30' up in the air. I could barely see about 15 people, but there were more like 100 I guess.

We all had to lay down next to rail road tracks, and the area for us to lay down was about as wide as railroad tracks. We were all very cramped. I guess a couple trains went buy, but it wasn't vivid. It was more that I knew they did go by.

I needed to get some more room, so I stretched out on the train tracks where nobody else wanted to be. Very soon, a train started coming and it was a little more vivid. I was kind of scared, but then I started thinking that it would just go over me and I would be OK. It did go over me without harm.

This made me brave and I decided to escape. Everyone advised against my attempt to escape, but I started to go down the tracks anyway. The tracks went down hill to get to the ground.

After my intention to go down, I was all of a sudden down. Now I started running away. I had to go up a terraced hill side. The problem with this was that I was always visible.

I was afraid I would be seen by the guards when all of a sudden all the other captives started pouring out and yelling as though they were rioting. I thought this would take the guards attention off of me, but I kept feeling their eyes on me.

Then there was someone with me. We were at the top of the hill on a plateau. There were two round, cement tables. We each had a peeled orange. Right then, we saw the hill drop off about a foot so that we could lie down and be hidden by the hill. We dove down behind the hill so as not to be seen by the guards.

I reached up and got my orange and two spoons that could give away our position. I signaled with my eyes for my partner to get his orange and his one spoon. He did.

Then I was alone again, going down the other side of the hill. I saw a building that was kind of a movie theater with a carnival atmosphere. There were lots of people around and I wanted to blend in.

I went to the theater type place to get some cotton candy. I thought that I would like like a fair-goer. I never really got it.

The dream shifted to me being in a car with a partner again. It was night time. We were going down the road pretty fast. Here is something really strange. There was a muscle car in front of us turned towards us. I kept thinking it was a game of chicken. We were both revving our engines. The other car was more powerful and would have "won."

The only thing was that we were also driving forward. They were never driving backwards. Whatever.

The guy in the other car held his fist out to the windshield to show his ring of power. This was where I had him beat. I was wearing a special ring.

Side note: My mom used to date a guy who wore a monogram ring. He used to tell me it was a magic ring.

The driver of the car I was in held out my hand and I put my ring up against the windshield. When it touched and scraped the windshield, it created blue sparks. I was much more powerful than the other guy.

Then, their car turned around and was driving in front of us. I saw some lights and asked if a cop was behind us. the guy driving said yes. We were screwed. I almost became lucid. I knew we didn't do anything and there was no reason for a cop to be following us.

The driver started driving really fast to get away. He lost control at road construction and went off the road. We went off a ledge to a road below. It was full of 57 stone. Going really fast, we went around a turn and ended up going off that road to a lower road again on stone.

We lost the cop. The driver pointed out how he was driving by way above us. The driver pulled into a kind of hidden parking place. We got out. The driver asked a third person who appeared to pour gas on the car and set it on fire. He did.

The driver and I started running away. We went up a hill. there were different sets of stairs and we couldn't figure out which stairs to take. They were all wrong. We did choose one set of steps, and they were the right ones to choose.

It was the entrance to a stadium. We were going to a baseball game. The dream was much better now. There were pretty ladies dressed in baseball looking concession uniforms from the 1920's or 1930's. They were giving away great treats on entry. I watched everyone else giving up their lolli-pops so they could eat a free sunday. I did the same. (Where did my lolli-pop come from?)

The End

I had a false awakening and started trying to get back into my dream, but I was dreaming. Very strange. I started dreaming again and dreamed that I needed to remember my dream, in my dream, but forgot what I was dreaming, by the time I woke up. I think that is how it went.

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I do remember dreaming that I was playing basketball in a gym. There was a truck at the top of the key (residue from a previous part of the dream that I can't remember). So, I'm trying to do a hook shot from the free-throw line. I kept missing, but I used to like to practice from there in waking life to gauge my form.

After missing one shot, I went to get the ball. It had very poor bounce to it which bothered me. I started thinking about my dad who used to help me with my hook shot.

I shot another hook and missed again. I went to get the ball and it seemed to be very heaving. It wouldn't let me dribble it increasing it's bounce. As I tried to pick up the ball, it seemed to be pulling reality with it, as though it was peeling back space or something. I finally got the ball back and went back to the free throw line. I started thinking about my Dad and crying because he isn't with me anymore.

I remember the thought welling up inside of me two or three times so that I started really crying in my dream.

This is strange for me because I usually don't express emotion much in my dreams.

A girl was reading some poetry I wrote for a girlfriend over 20 years ago. I wanted to read it, so she gave it to me. I couldn't read the words. I noticed it was in a faded red folder. In my dream I had given my old girl friend these poems in a red folder, so I was concerned that it was her folder and had faded, and now my old girlfriend didn't have the folder anymore.

Another friend of mine appeared behind me. He said it was his copy. That could have made since even in waking life, so that was cool.

I started trying to read the poem again, but now the words were written in hair. A braid of hair glued to a basket. Another person and I started inspecting the hair closely to. We were looking for a break to distinguish one word from another.

At this point, the paper becomes a basket with wedge sections. The braided hair is cord on the top edge of the basket. I lift up a wedge to find the break between words and find the basket is stuffed with fluff.

I never could figure out what the hair said. (Imagine that!)

The End

Side note: I forgot my dreams from yesterday, but remembered this morning going through my routine...

Fragment: We have a top-fill type water filter that also stores the water. My wife had gotten some and left the lever down so water was spilling everywhere. I told her about it and she didn't bother to turn around and flip the switch back up.

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Fragment: I was being held by these people who were going to make me do bad stuff (don't know what. ?) I was pretty upset about it. All of a sudden we were outside. It was a beautiful sunny day, though I didn't see detail.

The lady in charge gave me a thick chicken salad sandwich on toasted wheat bread. I felt love with that sandwich. I told her that I know I still have to do things.

The End