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

Lunar Lander

I was with someone--a friend or my brother. We were out in a field. There was a space vehicle
that looked like the Lunar Lander. The DC I was with had found it and done something to it. It
was nothing major, but I started getting nervous that the government would be able to figure
out that it had been tampered with. We decided that it would still fly because the DC hadn't
done anything to it of consequence.

A later had a dream that was supposedly to explain how I had come to be at the place where the
space vehicle was. I was flying over these camps at night. They had strange configurations of a
circle connected to a square, or modifications of that design. It seemed very logical and futuristic.
I flew over several of these camps or cities or whatever they were, then started back over at the
beginning to view them again. By the second or third fly-over, I started to realize I should remember
the shapes and or the layout of the city.

This was itself a second chance for me to remember this scene as the fly-over was a false memory.
The first time I flew over seemed to be a reminder even though I don't remember ever having the dream
the first time.

Lucid with a Hottie

I was with a bunch of people. There was one girl who was reminiscent of Christa Nicole on the X Factor.
I liked her. She was friendly in a cold, manipulative way.

I had some cookies which I was giving to everyone, but they fell in the sand of a playground. I was sad
because I am a germ-a-phobe. I decided to eat one anyways, and someone else was willing to eat one too.
Then, the girl I liked asked if I would get her some orange drink and some chocolate drink. I thought that was strange, but then thought that the combination sounded pretty good.

I said something to her like, "You're being nice, but you don't really like me, do you?" She never answered before I headed off to the store.

I ordered the chocolate drink and the orange drink. I was thinking about gallons so everyone could have some and so it would be cheaper. The guy started giving me a bunch of regular size drinks. I knew that would cost more than I wanted to spend.

I ended up leaving when I saw my Dad. I immediately knew I was dreaming. At this point, I wanted to talk to my dad, but sometimes he just stands there and doesn't say anything. I decided to turn towards the girl I was with and make it with her.

I took her to some steps inside an apartment. I started to undo her pants. Up the stairs was someones room. There was no door to the room and the occupant, a heavy-set white lady, was in bed. I was afraid she would see us, but I didn't let it hinder me.

I started making it with her. It felt so real. I moved her up the stairs into the room where the other girl was in bed on the phone. I was trying to get a more comfortable place to do it. Once we were up there, the girl in bed said, "Hey, y'all get out of here!"

We floated back down the stairs. I continued making love to her until I woke up.

Saving a Salem Witch

I went back to sleep and started dreaming about some ladies who were going to go somewhere instead of a bunch of guys having the opportunity to go. I forget where the ladies were going to go, but I started seeing, as if in a movie, Mt. Rushmore, with different carvings. I saw the real carvings, then I saw witches carved into the mountain, though they were just women, and then I saw men in hooded robes standing very tall.

As if in a movie, the carvings kept cycling so I saw the same carvings like a slide-show. Finally, the scene became real. I was watching the men in hooded robes walking in a natural setting. They were like the Spanish Inquisition. They were looking for a witch.

They ended up finding her. They were going to burn her. I found myself in a hotel room with 5 other guys in a more modern setting, but we were still going to kill the witch, and now I was in the group.

Somehow I knew that nobody in the room wanted to kill the witch, but nobody was saying anything because they might then be killed along with the witch. I spoke up. Nobody would go along with me. There were several people outside the room and we were about to leave to kill the girl.

I said to the guys, "Look, we have six people here." Somehow that made our numbers strong enough to stand up to the others.

One or two more guys walked into the room. We tried to convince them that we should not kill the "witch," but they weren't going for it. We explained that we were already six, and with them on our side, we could stop them. One of the guys got very upset and said, "Come on!" He was angry and mean looking. I got scared and started to go with him.

Then one of the original 5 guys I was with started talking to them and we all decided to stand up to the others to not burn the witch.

Dream-skip to a scene where two little girls were planting clover around the edge of circles of mud. They represented the peace from the witch being let go.