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

Futuristic

I was in some kind of transportation ship with an unknown DC. The DC was in control. We were facing a building which was in the process of exploding. The entire building--inside, was exploding at that moment. We were going to fly through it, and we did, though I didn't dream that part. It was simply explained that we wouldn't know anything about it, and nobody else would see or know that it happened. The idea was that the ship used a technology which avoided passing through physically.

When we had passed through, a man and a woman were sitting on the floor inside a subway system, their backs up against a wall, or even the support of a handrail from stairs leading down to the subway.

In front of each of them were all of their loose items: a hand-held walki-talki like the police keep on their shoulder, and several other small items, all black. Everything was laid out in an orderly square in front of them.

The man was explaining that it was a result of the hyperspace passage, though that term was not how he said it. He tried to explain it to the girl. He said, "Here, pick up your walki-talki...put your hand here (over the walki-talki). Now pick it up (telekinesis implied). She did make the walki-talki levitate.

The woman started talking over the walki-talki. The man began to explain that it wouldn't work right because of the trip through the building. Her transmission was made in slow motion as though we were still in the wake of the hyperspace passage.

It was then explained how her message was received as being urgent, but instead of "keying" her mic twice to push the message faster, her message was given twice. This message was, "on on" which was backwards due to the hyperspace journey.

This message was shown to me visually with the words passing over some kind of conveyor. Then the words were shown in stone triangles as if chiseled out of the stones. The stones passed over the rollers, at a certain point they flipped over so the message was now, "no no" which was the woman's real message.

As mentioned, nobody would no anything about the trip. The stones were going to pass the message to some authority, but since nobody would could know of this message, the stones could not reach their destination. As such, they were deposited in an orderly way in a line that made a wall.

Now I was with a bunch of people in the subway area again. Everyone was being herded around, or they were waiting for their turn to go somewhere. The government was like big brother, and now I wasn't enjoying my position of privilege.

I scoped out the situation. I soon tried to explain that I'd been with McGarrett (from the old Hawaii 5-0), but this didn't earn me any favor. I saw Samual L. Jackson, but he didn't seem to be getting any special treatment either.

I heard a subway come. People were running to it and jumping the turn-stile. I didn't want to, but I made up my mind to do so. I jumped the turn-stile and made it to a car where I thought I recognized a friend. It turned out I didn't recognize the person after all. I got nervous, but I was on my way...somewhere.

We ended up passing a cave. I recognized it through false memory as a cave I had passed through, or even made, with my friends from the original ship. I told someone I had been through there, trying to explain a bit about the important mission. I also retold a bit of an old recurring dream that I thought was part of my mission from this dream, and how I had risked my life.

This old dream was one where I was walking the tracks of a train, and how I had to climb through a trellice or some sort of support. It was very dangerous and I was happy when I'd made it back to safety.

9:00 A.M. A Full Day

I was at work, though not my work IWL. It was a new job I think. It's fuzzy, but I think I had enough experience in the field to be coming in higher than ground floor.

I ended up going out to get some stamps. I asked the lady how much it would be to get forever stamps. She said it would be extra. I told her that that really isn't fair because I am paying for a product today--

She interrupted me and wouldn't help me anymore saying that I was making a scene or something. I looked and saw another customer. I went and said in a low voice that she could have just said that I needed to wait a moment to talk to her about it, so she could help the next person, and then we could finish...and I could finish.

She said, "OK, go wait over there then." I looked down, I had my stamps and my change on the counter, though I hadn't paid the lady.

My change was in Eisenhower dollars, silver halves, silver quarters, and the like. I was so excited, and I thought I'd recognized this change from somewhere. I dreamed of it because I recently saw some coins at a pawn shop.

I put the change in my pocket and decided I would pay for the stamps later, though I was nervous about showing her the change she'd given so that she would know how much I owed her. I didn't want her to see the valuable change she'd given me.

I went over to a table to wait for the lady and started to look at my coins, but now I had so many coats and bags that I was carrying, I didn't know how I was going to carry everything out of the "Post Office / Bank" place I was in.

I soon started collecting all my stuff to leave just so I could figure out exactly how I would get it all together. As I left, I found two baseballs. One had deep grooves as though a bear had clawed through it. I put my fingers in the grooves. It was from where a real pitcher had pitched a certain type of pitch and it made those grooves.

The other baseball was blue and green and more of a toy ball. I bounced it and had a hard time catching it. I then saw my surroundings very clearly to see where I was going home. I was cutting through someones land on a public road. They had workers spreading mulch all around trees. they had one machine spreading and another pushing it neatly along a path.

I walked on to get back to wherever I was going. I ended up cutting through a public pool. I had some big balloon type things I was carrying now. I had about five of them.

I started talking to some of the people, then jumped in the pool. I put one or two of these giant, awkward balloon things in my trunks, and asked if a girl could help me stuff the others in my trunks so I wouldn't have to hold them. I also wanted her to stuff her hands down my trunks, but I didn't say anything about that.

As one or maybe two of the girls were going to help me, I saw a third girl. I told her she was cute, and then went with the two girls who were going to help me.

I don't remember the transition, but I started seeing all these people's faces. I went over to a cute girl and realized I was dreaming.

I quickly found a girl that I thought was cute and went to kiss her. She said, "What?" I said, "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" I did a reality check so that I didn't make a huge mistake. I was happy to see too many fingers, didn't bother to count them all, and went in to kiss this girl. She didn't question it this time.

For some reason that was done and I looked for another girl. I found the cutest one I could find and leaned in to kiss her. This was great. I started trying to make it with her. I held her close and kissed her well.

Then some guy came up to me to fight me because of what I was doing. Stupid me lets him interrupt my dream. At first, I went to hit him. I thought it would be fun, but I had quicksand punches. FUCK!

I tried again with no luck. Now I was trying to get my shirt off and I couldn't. This sucked. I eventually ended up in another scene. I was getting cake for some reason, but I was giving mine to pretty girls. I gave some to this girl, but then implied that I get to hug her for giving it to her. I held her close with her breasts in my face. I didn't want to let go.

I then had more to do about the cake. I found another piece and gave it to the girl who let me hug her and hugged her some more. Then I was finding cake that wasn't mine and it was a bunch of blah blah blah.

The end.

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10:45 AM Driving in a Half Time Parade

I was told that either a friend from work K.K. could drive a tram at the Football game. I raised my hand and was chosen. I was given a beer and the keys (?). I drank the beer. It was pretty good for a dream beer. Then I took the keys and got in the driver's seat. I was next to a pretty girl.

I looked up and the tram was already moving. At first I was afraid as though I had not been responsible and gotten in the driver's seat right away. I started to drive, and thought it wasn't even on. I had the keys, but there were keys in the ignition, and I couldn't tell if the ignition was on.

Someone questioned me, so I turned it over. OK, now we're rolling. I needed to turn the heater on or off, but I couldn't figure out where the button was. I started pushing lots of buttons, but they weren't normal buttons. They were all close to each other and they weren't the right shape.

Someone asked about it so I handed them some book. I said, "Here, find it." I wanted to know where the heater button was and where I was going. The person asked me again and I said, "You find it." They got it then.

I asked if we should take the highway West, then corrected myself to East. I was feeling really drunk from the beer. I couldn't believe I was driving.

The girl was looking at the book. Our cheeks were touching. Then she took the book and started looking up the directions.

The End.

ATP Douga

A couple days ago IWL I was studying ATP (Adenosine Triphosphate). This is a phosphorus molecule that can lose a phosphate group to become ADP, thereby powering the body to do most of what it does.

I had a dream that there was a guy named Douga, and he could "lose" the a when he needed to to become "Doug".

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Morning Party

One of my kids friends J then knocked on our back door. I told him it was 5:00 AM and it wasn't time to visit. He was crying and said that they were arguing at his house, so I acquiesced.

Then his sister came over. Then there were a total of 4 kids at our house; a party for my kids.

A girl did a backwards somersault down a flight of stairs. This terrified me as she could obviously have hurt herself. I started yelling at here, "Allison! Allison!" but she wouldn't look at me. Then she said, "You don't know my name, do you? It's Glenda."

I guess that was the end of the dream.

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Fight

I was fighting an army type. There were rifles, but they had been used up or something. Now my enemy had dynamite. I think he threw some and it blew up, but he didn't really throw it at me. I was looking at the remaining dynamite and thinking when the dream ended.

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Stairs

I was in a strange contest with a girl in a house. It wasn't really a friendly contest. I was running around the interior of a house by running up and down stairs. I remember being determined to beat this girl. I would jump several steps at a time to a landng platform, then jumping another half flight of stairs to another landing platform, but she was still passing me.

I kept running up stairs that started to be more like a hill made of rock with grip-tape on it to make it easier to climb. This went on for a little while.

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Wheels

My fgf was in her BMW. In the dream it cost 200K. I thought how odd it was that her car cost more than her house which, in the dream, cost 120K. Then she was in a power chair. She was very happy about it. It wasn't like a wheel chair in th dream. It was more like a luxury item.

Jungle Fever

I was at my grandparents, though it looked completely different. I saw a barn type structure, though it was just a long shed.

I then noticed that the shed was gone. This was a throwback to a tree that I grew up knowing at my grandparents house, but one year they had to cut it down.

I was disappointed, but then found a pin. It was used for compost, but it was empty now, and the ground was rich. I thought I could raise chickens in that pin.

Dream Skip

I'm in bed. A naked black girl is sitting on the floor with her back against my bed. I commented on her olive skin. She was black, but she also had some heritage from a country where skin is dark, but not black.

I asked if she would come to my bed. She asked why? She continued answering saying something like, "So I can be up there with you?"

I then realized this was a dream. I also realized I didn't have much time. I somehow knew that my alarm had already gone off once and would sound again within 5 minutes, which is the interval in which it sounds.

I quickly got out of bed and pulled my underwear down. I picked her up and put her in the bed. She was heavy. I picked her up so her head would be on the pillow.

I couldn't believed how pretty her skin was, especially against my white skin. I started to put it in. I got it in a couple inches and my alarm sounded. I woke up.

My alarm was under my pillow. This means it had already gone off once. I picked up my phone and put it under my pillow so that the alarm wouldn't be so loud the second time.

The point of that is to say that I started dreaming within five minutes of waking up for the morning. This is obviously very typical timing, but confirmed.

Lucid Sex

The title is better than my memory, but I was nearly having intercourse. I remember my decision-making better than what actually happened. I knew I could do what I wanted, and I tried to make it happen.

I may have had a false awakening, but eventually I did wake up. Sometimes I have multiple lucids, so I tried to relax when I did wake up and imagine a scenario.

I did end up in another sex dream. I can't say I was lucid, but I took control. I was eating someone out and enjoying it, but then I wanted to fuck her. She asked me to keep eating her because I could always do her later. I told her I wanted to do her because I could always eat her later.

I got up and put it up to her. I could see her. I can't always see things in my dreams, so it was nice to see it. I put it in a couple inches. I tried to put it in more, but I woke up.

I seem to be having more lucids lately, but I seem to wake myself up because I'm afraid I'll wake up. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. I vow to improve.

Woman Car Salesperson

I was lying down holding a sexy, long dark-haired woman in a read dress with stringy fringes. Her hair was in her face. This was not a sexual thing; she was helping me select a car (?), but I ended up telling her she was beautiful, and my words changed the meaning of me holding her. Because of this, I had to move away from her to respect her.

I did the right thing, and then she started acting very nice to me, so I started sucking on her breasts hard. Over time she turned into someone with not such a nice figure, and black instead of white. She was wearing panties, and the skin above her panty line up front looked a little flabby. My chick dream had gone sour. Then it turned into a ghetto black guy.

While I had chosen a car, I don't remember it and never saw it. Eventually, I saw a land rover that I wished I had chosen. It was a light metallic blue. It looked so pretty. Then one side had little dents in it and I wasn't convinced after all.

That sucked.

Tryglycerides

I was at a restaurant at the bar or at a high table. I saw a guy with a book about 8" thick, maybe more. It was ridiculous. The spine of the book said, "Triglycerides." There were other words, but I couldn't make them out. That really didn't matter.

I study diet IWL. I'm no more interested in triglycerides than anything else, but I figured in my dream that this guy obviously is studying them in depth, and it is something I'm interested in, so this was a great opportunity.

I asked him to tell me about triglycerides. He said, "OK..." It was as though he was going to say something, but he wrote it on a napkin instead. When I read it, it was in cursive and said, "I" "I have" "I have" and kept going with similar stuff. It looked much the same from one pair of words to the next. I Mentioned how odd it seemed.

The guy said, "Well, there are thousands of definitions for 'trigycerides." I thought to myself, "Well! I'm not about to work out thousands of definitions." I turned and looked at a lady beside me who was possible a friend of the guy I was talking to. I turned to her and her bare breast was right there. Her nipple was shiny with some kind of grease or water or something. It was pink and lovely.

I don't attribute this to precognition by any means, but it is very interesting that today IWL, I was reading a new book I got on synergies and came across triglycerides and why they are bad. They come from animal fat and they reduce the effectiveness of leprin, a hormone that tells you when you are getting full.

Toboggan

I was watching 5 or 6 people go down a snowy or icy hill. I was viewing it as though I were going backwards, but it was more like a movie. I or a DC commented that two of the people on one toboggan were very small people.

Then I was going down the hill with them. I was listening to a song that I've only heard one or two times IWL. I would call it speed metal. I think it's funny that my mind recalled a song that I can't remember now that I'm awake.

Anyway, I was going about 50 miles per hour. It was very fast, and there were cars around. I started getting scared, but the music was awesome and I tried to feel like I would have when I was younger and more likely to get into such a position anyway--brave!

I relaxed a little, but I was going to hit a car. Then I found that there was someone who would wait until the last second and then hit any car that someone was going to hit. This person who hit them on purpose would knock them clean out of our way like on Sonic the Hedge Hog. It would be physically impossible in waking life, but it would clear the street for the tobogganers.

Now that I log this dream, this may have been induced by an accident that I saw yesterday. I heard a loud crash and then a red car spinning out of control. It got slammed!

In my dream, the guy cleared the way for me two times. I watched the cars clear my view in two frames. The car would be turned in another position instantly, then it was gone.

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Almost with J-Lo

I was ready to do her. I asked if I could do her or something and she said "It's your penis, not mine."

I stroked it a couple times and as I was ready, the dream ended. Yes, disappointing.

False Arrest

I was in a room. Someone from AstralSoft I think, was in another room. We were being held against our will. My brother was one of the people keeping me in the room I think.

The floor had an inch of water, and there were snakes on the ground and on the walls. That didn't really bother me because I like snakes, but the entire scene was discomforting.

Snakes would fall from the wall from time to time and pop on the ground and die. Then there was a snake with different segments. I had a false memory of this snake as also being harmless. I started to pet it and maybe pop it by section.

Someone asked what I thought. I said, "False arrest is what I call it!" From there, I started getting more freedom. I was talking to someone explaining the situation. The floor became dry, and eventually I was out of the room.

The other guy was going to start getting more freedom.

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I'm not Pretty

A girl was telling me she wasn't pretty. She had leaves in her hair as part of her attire. I told her to look at a Pin Oak leaf in her hair. I pulled it out and showed it to her. It was a dead leaf. I told her it was because the leaf was dead, not because she wasn't pretty.

AME

Two nights ago I dreamed of AME. She had on shiny, thin-framed, black-rimmed glasses which she did not wear IWL. She also had on another...something, that had the same type of frame as the glasses, but it was worn below her glasses. It was clearly a dream apparatus.

Her hair was just as I remember it--silky, short, and black. She was beautiful.

Graveyard Seance

OK, so it was a false memory, but I was looking at a plot in a graveyard and remembering that I had done some kind of seance there.

I don't think that I really conjured anything, but it was odd that I was then asleep, woke to hear someone come in the house, and I couldn't open my eyes because I was...sleeping. I used my dream hands to open my eyes.

As I opened my eyes, they were extremely open. It was like a cartoon. They were SUPER open. I was afraid of what the person was doing there because nobody was supposed to be able to get in.

It was then actually, that I woke up to see the grave site that I remembered doing something in. Time kind of wrapped around itself. Very odd.

Vote

I dreamed that I missed my opportunity to vote. Someone told me they had voted for Gary Johnson and I started thinking about if I could still vote or not.

BTW, yes, I am voting Gary Johnson IWL.

Job Interview Lady

I went to apply for a job. I drove into a dirt parking lot. I was going a bit fast and was a little out of control; at the same time, I maneuvered obstacles quite in control.

I fine lady was going to interview me. As we introduce ourselves, I see I am not dressed right. My shirt is wrinkled and the buttons are not buttoned correctly, but she is OK with me, and I just tried to act like I'm the kind of guy she'd want working at the company.

A guy comes up and he is not as happy with me. All of a sudden we are in the lobby of a building. It is a large lobby with off-white marble flooring. There is glass all along the walls. It was a very clean look.

The man sees my belt which is not my dress belt. It is the style with two holes instead of one. The man doesn't like it. He asks if it is the name brand of a brand of sun glasses. If it were from that manufacturer, it would be a cheap and inappropriate style of belt.

I was again very self-conscious about my dress and started trying to tuck in my shirt better and try to tidy up my disheveled look.


This delicious woman takes me around a corner and she seems very personable to me, so I feel like everything will be OK. Then she was going to leave with the guy, maybe her boss. As they were leaving, I see little craft eyes on the floor. There were two, then four, then 6.

I wanted to pick them up to show initiative, but then there were like 100 of the little eyes. I started trying to sweep them up with my hands, but static electricity is making them stick to the floor. I decided I needed a brook.

Someone else starts sweeping them up with their hands, but I'm going to get a broom. A lady, acknowledging it was ridiculous, told me I had to go down the elevator to get to the broom closet to get the broom.

Then I see this lady again. I see her more vividly now. She trips to the floor and I'm looking at her face. She was so-o-o cute. She had short, brown hair. It fell loosely below her ears. She had a classic look but modern at the same time.

She was wearing a skirt, but then she only had see-through stockings. I looked and could kind of see her vag area, but I helped her up quickly. I felt very close to her, so I pulled her in and she gave me a kiss.

I couldn't believe I was with this woman. I walked away with my hand over my mouth in disbelief. Her friends told her to look at my reaction, and I knew it, but I couldn't stop. I was beside myself.

Great dream.

I was crying because I was going to lose my job. I found myself in a strange office. I was about to throw up because of my situation. I was going to throw up behind my chair, but I looked out a window to see if I was being watched on camera. There were cameras lined up every 6 or 8 inches at the crown molding of the office, so I didn't throw up.

I went down stairs never having found out if I lost my job. Down stairs I saw several people wearing special Swat type uniforms. There were 3 different types of uniform, all of a similar but different type of riot police type uniform.

One of the head people was a lady. She was outside in a car, and when she pulled off, she took part of the building with her. It was attached to, and part of her car. It made it so that there was no trace that the building had ever been there.

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I was in an airplane. We were crashing. People were sliding all over as there was no conventional seating.

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I was outside. There was a meteor going across the sky. I moved to a clearing in the trees to see it better. The sky was full of like 10 meteors. It seemed as though the sky was on fire. It was the end of the world. That was a wild visual.

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I was selling some time of Cable service with M. S. I was looking for a certain apartment. The apartments didn't have numbers, but I had a hand held device that told me the address of each apartment as I passed the door.

I was trying to sell to a blond lady. I tried 3 times over a couple days to sell her. I finally told her that I would sell someone else. "I'm not going to keep selling you if you don't want it."

I then went to another job. I was nervous I wouldn't be able to sell the next person either. I drove and had a false memory that I'd been to a house where I might have turned left, but I was turning right.

As I was trying to sell at the next apartment, M. S. asked if I had a calculator. I told him I did. He said he had about a hundred, and that some people had more than two hundred. He said that his were all the same--they simply broke up numbers differently.

Dad

I was in my basement. There were other people with me. We were looking through some stuff of my dad's. One guy was asking how a harmonica worked. (My dad taught harmonica IWL.) I started explaining the button on the Chromatic and the half tones. I compared it to a piano. The piano was cut in half like an organ with two levels. I tried to play a scale but it didn't sound right.

There was one older man who started explaining the harmonica a little bit. He picked up one of my dad's old chromatics and started playing it. His profile view looked just like my dad. I said so, and almost started crying. I said, "I want him here now!" When everyone was gone I did start crying and I said it again.

M.J.

I was with MJ. I was on a skateboard, lying down, and he was on my back. We were going to go somewhere. I ended up leaving him somewhere, but we were supposed to be together.

I was skating back to look for him and was nervous about the hill. My trucks were always loose IWL and I didn't want to get the speed wobbles. I could see cracks in the sidewalk.

I passed someone who asked if I was whistling, and I said that I was. She commented that she liked boobie gluers. (That was people who stared at boobies.)

I skated, turned a corner, and saw a large, black duely, which caused me to turn sharply, and my skateboard went off a little bank almost going into a creek. I reached down to get it. I could barely reach the back of the skateboard with my index and middle finger.

As I picked up the skateboard, it slipped out of my fingers. I REALLY didn't want it to go into the creek because it would have been very difficult to fish it out. I considered how it would create a memory for me if it did go into the creek. That's how I used to think when I did ride a skateboard.

My skateboard almost went into the creek after slipping out of my fingers, but I was spared. I could barely reach it now, but I stretched and got it between my two fingers again. I barely brought it up.

Then I saw my friend had a white station-waggon, but he wanted to save gas money, which is why he was riding on my back on the skateboard.

I was confronted by B.K. about some notes I'd written. I was afraid I would be kicked out of the C.S. I was so high. I read the last sentence and it was really weird, though something I might write IWL.

I laughed. B.K. asked why I laughed. I explained it looked like something I would write.
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Girls chest, tank-top, cleavage with goose bumps.
Then puffy brown areola were showing.
My feet were pointing backward trying to touch her breasts.
She moved close enough to barely graze a foot.
I tried to get on the computer and bring up the camera to take video, but I couldn't get to the camera.

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I was driving my bus very high. I couldn't turn the bus, so I stopped.

Then I was in my truck. I parked it and left it, but then was trying to find it again.

I realized I was dreaming, I was in a building trying to get out. I ran down the steps and had a false memory of how to get out.

Outside, I flew to find my truck. My truck appeared up in the air. It was blue, not black, which I found weird, but it was mine. I got in the truck and Bobby Cox was in it. He was the mechanic.

He questioned me about finding my way out of the building, so I said, "I flew up here, didn't I?"

Then the mechanic was Pat C. I went to kiss him (?), then I bit his mouth. I tried to bite clean through his lips. Then I went to bite his whole face/head, and I did.

I started driving down the road trying to find my bus. I was lost, and trying to get somewhere where I at least recognized how to get home.

I saw some people walking down the street. I saw a pretty girl, but I had to pass them. This part was not so lucid.

I was more lucid when I came to a room with white, metal bunk beds. It was about 10 bunk beds high. I saw a deformed child. I flew up the beds, half climbing them. All the beds had deformed, crying children in them.

I couldn't find anyone my age, so I left them.

Then I was with R, my FGF. She gave me ten dollars but I didn't want it. I just wanted to be with her. She turned out to be J. I told her I loved her.

Late for School

I was going down a flight of stairs when I saw a girl sitting at the top on a ledge. I looked at her and told her she had nice -- but I only pointed to my lips to indicate I liked hers.

She said, "Lips?"

I nodded. She started talking, but I don't know what she said.
I went downstairs and started eating breakfast. I noticed I was late for school. It was 11:30 A.M. or so. I used to never be late or absent from school, but I was afraid that I would be in some sort of trouble for just staying out.

As I left, someone, maybe my mother, was yelling stuff to me that I didn't want to hear. I ran around a puddle. There was a mist in the air. It was raining a very large mist.

I realized I left my kids at the bus stop. I was horrified that I would leave them there alone. I told them to come on up to the house. It was my Dad's house. My wife came out and reprimanded me for leaving them out there without supervision, and for not giving them breakfast.

I felt so bad for having just eaten but I didn't give them anything to eat. They had an umbrella, but they were standing out in the rain waiting for a bus that they had already missed, and hadn't eaten breakfast. I felt horrible.

Fighting My Brother

My dick-ass brother was being a dick. He was laying out the rules for us fighting. We rarely actually fought, but we were about to.

He was saying, "If you punch me in the neck, I'm going to punch you in the neck. I can't wait for that." He was tall and thick. IWL he is very tall. I didn't care. I started throwing jabs.

He ran up the stairs so that I would follow. I decided not to play that game and waited down stairs. He came back down.

He's an asshole.

My brother the asshole.

Sorry, that wasn't dream. That part was a poem I just made up called, "My Brother Asshole."

Old Time Movies

I was watching some kind of black and white movies. Two old men were walking on lawn chairs floating in the water. The were connected by something in the middle, but the chairs broke away from the middle piece under their weight. They were in the Bahamas or something.

E-mail addresses from that era kept flashing. They were all numbers because they weren't as advanced as we are now.

Whisper Awake

IWL, my Custom Alarm was on.

I dreamed I was sleeping and trying to go back to sleep. I was trying to become lucid, so I didn't want to move. I dreamed someone said in a whisper, "I'm whispering. Can you respond?"

This scared me. It's a strange thing to say unless something is wrong, possibly with me. I woke up.

Messed Up Sexy Time

I walked into a restaurant and had a drink. There were two girls in separate beds close by. I was playing kind of cool. They may have asked my name, or maybe I offered. I told one my name and the first answered. I told the second my name, and she said her name was whatever her first name was, and said her last name was my last name. Well, that was all I needed to hear.

I got a good angle to look up her dress and she obliged. I tried to feel her up, but then just took off my pants. As I took off my pants, I realized that since I was dreaming, I should be able to pull them off by just pulling them through my legs. This thought was a byproduct of always having trouble getting my pants all the way off. I should have become lucid with that thought, but no.

I decided to get on this girl since my pants were mostly down. When I got back to her, she was turned backwards. I could still do her, but it would be uncomfortable, so I turned her around. Now she had a mans face. Shim still had the same body as before.

I tried to put it in shims vagina, and I said I would prefer if shim had the woman's face.

Damnit!

CAN WILD SUCCESS

So, this is a lucid failure, but a success for technique. The DV CAN WILD technique uses the Easy MP3 alarm. You can set it to play only once, so you can hear it, but not have to turn it off. Instead of a sound which is discussed in the CAN WILD tutorial, I talk to myself.

I track dreams where the morning news infiltrates my dreams, so for this technique, I run an alarm like a news cast stating that I was seen flying all over town, and I have other suggestions.

At one point I say, "So do a reality check...reality check...reality check... ...reality check."

I figure three times will really let it sink in, and the fourth takes longer to say it, so I throw myself off, but it's the same word, and that should really hit me.

Well, last night, I heard the word in my sleep. I counted my fingers. True to form, I see five fingers, but really count them up, and now there are six and they are kind of deformed.

I got so excited in my dream, I started trying to tell someone that my technique worked.

I very quickly lost lucidity, but the fact that the technique worked is awesome.

My dream continued and Percy Lucid was making fun of the rest of what I was saying in my alarm. "He was seen flying all over town." As he was saying it, I saw his little heart icon.

I didn't really mind he was making fun of it. It was really all in good fun.