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

Journal later:

Walking up hill and JC gives me a pitcher of beer.
Sit down at a table drinking with friends. Later, walk up to the table again wondering where everyone went, but some friends and I sit down.

I see two purple, paper ovals and a dollar.
Rafting in a man made river.
BL had taken me there before.
On raft, a mediocre girl with underwear on and nice package below on me. I didn't want her on me at first but then I thought about her underwear and pulled her down on me.
Going down river, I know a waterfall is coming, but it's safe.
We dropped. My wife said, "That hurted." The girl and I were fine.
I tasted the water. We got out of the river.

It's Peeeeeeoplllllle!

I was in a car wit people I've never met. There was plenty of room for everyone. There was a black couple, a really sexy girl and her husband, and some other people I don't really remember well.

I was people-watching and considering the cards everyone had been dealt. I thought it was interesting that the black guy ended up with a black girl. It seemed so token. There was a sexy gal I wish I'd been able to get with, but that seemed typical too. She was with some responsible guy.

This guy was eating a barbecue sandwich. It looked really good. He asked if I wanted one and I said, "I'll get something later I'm sure--whatever I get." Then the guy had a camera. He was trying to get a picture of someone. I figured he'd try to get a picture of me sleeping because it was so real, or it told some story of our day.

I closed my eyes because I was so tired. I figured I'd give him the picture. I couldn't help but close my eyes.

I woke up and saw it was raining really hard. I looked back and saw we were at the top of a hill. behind us it was raining even harder. The clouds were dense, yet I noticed small cloud patches flying by. They looked like balloons being blown horizontally.

I pointed it out to someone. Something was wrong with it. It was completely unnatural. The storm had been worse behind us, but now it was over us more. Lightning struck a tree about 20 - 50 feet away. Over the next few seconds, lighting lit up the sky (just a little really), but I saw the lightning bolts strike over and over.

It began to look as though we were rolling backwards. Eventually I noticed the driver was backing up down the hill. She wanted to get away from where the lightning had struck. There were trees all around, but we weren't really getting away from any. They were all over.

At the bottom of the hill we were now out of the car. Responding to a comment that we might be dreaming that it is raining, I said, "I much prefer you dream it is a nice day. Then we might wake up and find it IS a nice day."

The guy with the sexy wife put his computer in a plastic tub that had water in it. He didn't care it was ruined. He thought it attracted the lightning before and said he'd rather leave it there and get a new one later.

I looked up and we seemed to be at the dock of a warehouse, but the dock platform was up about 8 or 9 feet. People from our car were sitting up on the dock. One guy was hanging out in the dumpster. He had given up.

Then clothes started falling into the dumpster. Some would hit a concrete platform and the bounce into the dumpster. I saw an old time hat that Humphrey Bogart would have worn with same other piece of clothing and a wallet.

More and more clothes started falling and I began to realize that that is what the strange clouds were. It was people and they were falling where we had parked.

My DC's had the dead-pan dream-thousand-yard-stare going. I was trying to get there attention to get back in the car. Realizing what was going on, I knew it was like Soilent Green, but I couldn't help it, and I yelled, "It's Peeeeeoplllllllle! It's Peeeeeoplllllllle!"