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

Man in the Canoe

I was on the computer. I saw a page of images with a girl. I selected the one I wanted and watched a video. It was of the girl masterbating.

Pictures in the Fog

It was night time. I was in the army or something--at least some commander type was ordering me to come with him. I told him I would be there in a minute as I had to get my shoes. He kept urging me. I finally convinced him I needed literally one minute to get my shoes. He said OK.

Dream Skip

It was still very dark. I walked along a path to a small bridge over a creek that led to a small lake. It was very foggy. The scene made a great picture, and I took a few.

I was then at another such bridge and took similar pictures feeling fortunate that I had the opportunity to take these pictures.

I started walking along the path when up from behind us came a Mustang. I identified it as such, then a DC identified it more specifically, I think as a Spitfire, which I realize is not a Mustang.

I agreed that it was that, but then asked how he could tell. Before he could answer, the Mustang started coming up the trail towards us, but now it was a motorcycle. As it came up to us, I noticed that the front was built out as a motorcycle, but the back had a bicycle tire.

The End

Brother

I don't remember the dream, but I dreamed about my brother, and as usual, he was being an asshole. I haven't talked to him for over a year and I still dream of him as being an asshole. I don't think about him IWL.

Father

I was with my father at The Pinnacle Peak Patio. It is my favorite restaurant, and is in Arizona. We were considering purchasing the restaurant, but the roof needed to be raised. This was going to be very expensive. I guestimated how much that would cost.

Lucid; Lucid

I was dreaming about a wet, green field bordered by a creek. I was on the field and kind of needed to get back on the other side of the creek.

For no apparent reason, I realized I was dreaming. I started to fly, but became very heavy very quickly. I saw a design of swirling lines in the air and thought to myself, "Yea, I'm dreaming." I watched it for a moment and tried to relax and drift in my dream to where something more substantial happened. I tried to look at my hand to verify that I was dreaming, but I couldn't find it. I thought I might be awake, but I just relaxed.

I wasn't in a room, but I flew up through a ceiling. I do this to escape a bad area or a pointless place. As I was going through, I decided to enter my childhood nightmare which is a dream goal of mine. I imagined the basement and passed the rest of the way through. It didn't work.

I then was trying to go through a ceiling at my mothers. I couldn't make it. I was destroying the ceiling trying to get through and she was getting mad at me, but I just couldn't get through.

I woke up then. I know because I moved my body in bed. I was upset because I didn't want to move a muscle so that I might go back into a lucid. It didn't matter. I relaxed to go back to sleep and pretended I was dreaming. I pretended I was floating. I let myself slip back into a dream.

This time I started using telekinesis. I moved something successfully so I tried again. I saw an attractive glass bowl. Would have been a shame to break it. I would try to move it with my hands and mind. It wouldn't move until after a moment. I realized that it moved based on my intention, but delayed. I tried to move the bowl again, moving my hand to the side, but knowing the bowl would move in just a moment. With a delayed reaction, it did move. I tried again, and it moved when I predicted. Basically, I was gaining control within the parameters of my limited ability.

Last night was important because I made strides in my cognitive thinking.

Dad

Yesterday I dreamed that I was with my dad. I told him how happy I was that he was alive. I told him I must have dreamed he had died, and there was so much I had wanted to tell him, and now I had the chance.

I told him about what I've been studying in nutrition. IWL, I often think about how I wish I could have shared diet tips with him to fight his prostate cancer. He was into diet and would have listened.

Today I dreamed of him again. I told him I had dreamed of him the night before. I don't remember more, but I feel as though I hugged him and told him about the dream the night before, and that it turned out he really did die, so I was glad that he was alive.

Getting Some

I was with a young lady in a house. She wasn't really naked, but she needed some underwear and I gave her my briefs. I still wasn't missing my underwear.

There were other people in the room, but I touched her leg near her vag. She lifted up her underwear and I touched the outer part of it. I was afraid to get in trouble for doing this with people in the house, so I quit, but I did this again. She lifted her underwear again and I touched her again. It was nice.

Theft

I was with someone, walking down an outdoor corridor at what appeared to be a school. We were breaking in. I had my Falcons hat on. I ended up stealing a pair of prescription glasses. The were typical glasses from the 50's and 60's with thick, black rims. the prescription was so weak that I could see fine with them on. I don't wear glasses IWL. Why I wanted them is beyond me. I took nothing else from this place.

Later, we went back. I thought about how dumb it was to be stealing anything in the first place. I thought about video surveillance, and then saw the video of me walking in to steal the glasses on the first trip. My Falcons hat wasn't much of a disguise. I think I had the glasses as part of my disguise already.

I didn't quite look like myself, but for the most part, yeah. You could tell it was me. This time, I was there, again, with some DC, and the DC wanted to get some checks from the person I stole the glasses from.

I saw the DC pretty well. After waking up, I don't remember him perfectly, but he looked like Richard from Damion Omen II, only younger.

He was explaining that he just wanted to take a few checks. He wanted to get just a little money from this person. It was no vendetta. This target was already hit, and so he was also the current target. I felt really bad for the victim, and thought that taking his checks was not right.

Then someone pulled into the parking lot. We decided to split up and leave the area. I walked away and there was now a street fair going on. I saw lots of food and different crafts. I can't remember them well, but it was pretty cool.

I talked to a vendor giving change and helping many customers. I commented on how I should have gotten some food at the fair.

Dream Skip

I was at a yoga class or some other type of soulful self-help class. I was really into this class. The leader was rapping up the class and did her closing thing by saying, "On three, say bye. One...Bye!"

I don't remember her counting off completely, but I knew I had to say "Bye" with the teacher, but I got lost in the count, and she said it, but I missed it.

I put my forehead in my hands and complained that I always missed her saying good-bye. I got some attention and sympathy from a female DC for wanting to participate. I went on in detail about how it always happened one way, then another, then the first way again. I explained it in detail. I liked the attention, but I did want to participate in the "Good-bye" ritual, and it was a mentally healthful exercise, so it wasn't as stupid as it sounds.

Waking Life Lucid Alarm

I use the Easy MP3 Alarm per the DV Crazy Insane CAN WILD method. I made a custom alarm of myself stating that I was seen flying around the city...

My idea is that the news from my radio often infiltrates my dreams; I therefore use lengthy speech rather than a short sound to spur a lucid. I log dreams infiltrated by the morning news and file them in a separate log.

This morning, I woke up to the alarm rather than having the alarm infiltrate my dream, which is what I hope to happen, but this morning, I closed the lid of my computer to shut the alarm off, and then began to dream that I was flying.

I thought I was away, but I was totally dreaming. I saw 3 power lines. I tried to fly above them, but I started getting heavy. I thought I was trying to use my alarm to become lucid. I was talking to myself or something, "showing" how I was awake, but understood why I was listening to that alarm. I was explaining how I could fly in my imagination because I could just imagine it, but it didn't mean that I was dreaming.

Ugh!

Still, this is progress for me and my use of the Easy MP3 Alarm.

I also believed that last night was going to be more successful with the Easy MP3 alarm. I am becoming more and more convinced that intention has a tremendous effect on your dreams.

DV Friend

IWL, a creepy person likes me at my job. Several of my lady friends have offered to get close with me whenever she is around.

last night I dreamed she was around and I came up to a friend from DV. I walked up behind her and put my arms around her. It was purely a strategic move to get the crazy woman who likes me to leave me alone, but she walked away.

I came up to her again and put my arms around her again. She didn't try to get away or act warmly. I woke up.

Dreaming of a Hot Girl

I only remember a girl with silky brown hair. She looked so pretty. I enjoyed her face for a while.

Later, I ended up scoffing at the idea of the immaculate conception, and tried to explain what a preposterous concept that is.

Party and Cops Lucid

This marks at least the 4th Suggestion Induced Lucid Dream I've had very recently. This time, Mojoe brought it up. If anyone reads this, let me know if you think SILD is an appropriate name for this.

I think I was dreaming for a while, but I only remember the point where I became lucid. I was at an out-door party. I was not mingling or anything--just kind of watching the scene. I had done something wrong and the police were after me. They were dressed as civilians, but they were cops.

Somehow I realized I was lucid, so I decided to beat the shit out of one of the cops. I went to punch him in the face, but I had quicksand punches. I tried to relax and just let the punch fly, realizing I was lucid and it shouldn't be a problem, but the closer I got to his face, the harder it was to hit him. I decided to just fly away to get the fuck out of there.

It was night. I flew up knowing that the higher I go, the heavier I get, so I tried to focus on a star and just fly towards it. I started flying really fast, but that only lasted a few seconds. Then I saw an airplane. I started flying up towards that. Then the plane was flying down instead of horizontally and it whizzed passed me, though it wasn't big. It remained like the light of the plane from far away as it went passed.

I continued to fly towards the star, but it became pointless. I then went back down to the party and found a girl. She was pretty cute, so I tore into her top. I felt her skin, but I didn't really get her boobs. DAMN! I have a hard time with my lucids. It was still fun.

Some guys from the out-door party came around and the cops came back, so I picked up my girl and flew away with her. I landed with another girl. She was tan. I put them side by side and started going into both of their tops. Again, no real boob, but it was nice.

I don't know what happened then, but something disrupted the scene. Probably the fucking cops again. Anyway, I ended up jumping through a picture. I was transported to another place. Cool! Teleport. I have KristaNicole to thank for that probably.

I tried to land in my childhood nightmare which has been a dream goal of mine for a long time. I sat cross legged to mimic the position of the Dreamons in my nightmare. I closed my eyes and put my fingers in meditative pose, but it was a fail.

I opened my eyes and found no scenery at all. I hate that shit! I decided to jump back through the picture and change my scenery. It worked, though I think I also just started acting like some shit was there or something. Parts of the dream are foggy and maybe I'm telling it out of order or something.

Anyway, I ended up flying to a hill where some people were hanging out. There was a girl lying on a towel or something about 30 feet from a couple doing their thing. I flew to this blond girl and started in with her. I didn't really do anything with her either.

The success of this dream was mostly length of the dream and teleporting and overcoming my stupid empty-space dream scenes.

Starwars Godfather

There was a subway type train. Something or someone in the train was moving C3PO using telekinesis. Then I saw R2D2 moving through the air to be taken into the train.

IWL, I was talking to a friend about Atlas Shrugged. She is reading the book on my recommendation. I also told her she should watch the STAR WARS holy trilogy. I didn't even consider the train connection until just now.

Some other R2 unit was using that little spinny thing on a rod to try to unlock the train to get (our?) R2 unit. It wasn't working but all of a sudden I was inside the train, so maybe it did work. My boy was also inside the train. He'd been captured apparently. Al Pacino and his father were on the train, though the father was not Marlin Brandau. The father was old and scraggly looking with a long, grey beard.

Al and his father were somehow advised which train got everyone (?) and someone yelled "They will get us!"

Al was the God Father. He was young and strong, so he took the lead role in the family. Al's father went to kiss his forehead. That would have been the ring in the movie. So the father goes to kiss Al's forehead as a show of respect to the Godfather but going to kiss his son didn't seem to show the respect to the father, so he didn't kiss the Godfather's forehead after all.

This all turned into a ruse to fake out other families as to who the real Godfather was.

IWL I had to use the bathroom. In my dream I asked for a bathroom. The stairs and decorations on the walls were vivid. When I got down to the bathroom, it was right in front of a girl at a table in a restaurant. I said, "I can't go in front of a girl. Then the girl was with a guy. They were cozied up and were going to get married.

The Perfect Girl

7:00 AM: I was with some guys in my old, yellow Lincoln. I don't know where we were going, but we saw some people in another car. I saw a gorgeous girl in the car and everyone knew I liked her.

They were telling me I should talk to her, but I'm shy and afraid of rejection, so I told them that I couldn't. Eventually, we saw those people pull off into a parking lot and get out. They were going to a club. The girl took of a layer of clothes and now she was in a black bikini. Her curves were incredible.

I was thinking about her for the rest of my dream. I dropped my friends off at another party. I hung around for a while outside of where I dropped off my friends.

Dream skip

There is a segment where I'm walking around. There is some kind of plug like a cigarette lighter that plugs in outside as though it were a DC plug. I saw someone else take one to keep and I wanted one too, but I was having a hard time getting it without being caught.

I ended up at another building where I had some stress about finding some place, hanging out with my car, switching my car for another one...just a bunch of weird, random shit. Finally, here comes the party of people with that hot girl.

I kind of ignore her because somehow I knew I couldn't have her. We were sitting outside in like a covered garage. Everyone except the girl I liked left, and we were left to our own devices. I showed her that I had picked up her pants when she took them off and threw them in the parking lot, and now I was wearing them. They had a suede leather belt like one I used to have. She couldn't believe I was wearing them.

She started singing and doing her thing. I was trying to hear the song that was playing on her boom box. The band was Excel or Excelsior or something (a made up band), but I started listening more closely and I heard "Institutionalized" playing. I got really excited and talked to the girl. I said, "The Suicidal Tendencies? I used to listen to this in my room and stage dive on my sofa!"

Then we started thrashing and looking for a place to stage dive. We found a grave yard and we thought about stage diving onto a grave, but decided against it. We never actually found a place, but we got together and started walking back to our chairs. We were getting along great!

I really liked this girl. She was taking off her shoes, and I knew something was going to happen. I told her that I had no problem being with her and that I wasn't afraid, but I couldn't kiss her because of some issue, and that was the end of that.
I was very upset.

The End

Maggots

I think I was in my Dad's old house. It had been neglected. IWL I feel this has something to do with my father having passed. That's not based on dream interpretation formula, but my general sense and emotion.

There were some kind of worms and or maggots on a wet floor. I didn't want to think about cleaning it up, but this was disgusting, so I resigned myself to clean the mess, but at that point the dream ended.

Demon House

I might call this the Haunted house, the house I dreamed of has become a recurring house in my "nightmares." The scariest dream was the first time I dreamed it. There is a big house and inside it's trashed. It makes leaving hard when it comes time to escape the demon. The house is also huge, so you have a long way to go when it's time to run away.

This night I approached a different door, but I knew it went to this demon house. I was trying to explain to a DC that this house really WAS haunted, stressing there was a demon in the house.

I don't mind this kind of nightmare now, but this house is peculiarly scary. As with my childhood monster, the demon never shows himself. He is simply waking up very slowly--but once he sees you, you are (would be) screwed.

Link to other dreams with this house:

Haunted House

Naughty

I was with several ladies. I was close to one. We were watching T.V. and the show was sexual. I decided to make a move on the person I was with. She was in a one-piece bathing suit. She had way too much bush, but I still enjoyed feeling her up.

Great dream

Cheating on My Diet

I try to eat really well. I cheated on my diet yesterday and had a can of coke. I think this made it's way into my dreams. I had one dream of me eating poorly that I can't remember, and this one.

I was choosing from a bag of candies. They may have been my daughters. I chose a couple candies that I wanted. I was going to get a third, but there was only one of each of the good ones and I wanted to leave them for (my daughter?)

I ended up choosing a soft granola type bar. It had raspberry in the middle and peanut butter on top. I bit into it and I remember tasting the peanut butter. I might have tasted a bit of the raspberry. I rarely taste things in my dreams, so this was interesting.

Tea Store Sex

I was in a store that sold tea. It had a very open floor-plan. There were a few tables set up with teas and information. I thought I didn't need anything because I know a little about tea, but then I thought that this would be the perfect place to learn more about tea, and maybe to pick up a nice one.

I asked if they had any information on tea. I asked about information on ECGC's, and the corrected myself as the salesman corrected me, "EGCG."

There were women everywhere. I realized I was dreaming. Time to pick one out and go to work.

I liked the little oriental number. I thought about undoing my pants, but I ddn't want any trouble, and my lucid's have been short lately, so I figured I'd just cop a feel.

I put my hand down her shirt, and of course her shirt is now a turtleneck. I fought my way under it and felt her titty. I didn't really feel it., but I was cupping her breast.

I moved my hand down her pants. I felt her lace panties, moved down, and kind of felt her hair. I put my middle finger in her vagina. She was a little dry, so I took it slow. I pushed in a little at a time and finally pushed it in all the way. Yea!

Then I started kissing her. It was delicious. I sucked her tongue as she pulled it out of my mouth. Her tongue became very long. I enjoyed it as she pulled her long tongue slowly out of my mouth.

She had a pretty vagina, but eventually I think I
lost lucidity. She moved away from me. I said, "OK, just wait a minute. I held her and asked, "If this is my dream, why don't you want to?" I forgot what she said.

I then saw a man taking pictures of an oil spot in a parking lot, and I was looking for an old Lincoln I used to own.

The End