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

Making Love

I was making love to a gorgeous woman, but she wanted to stop.
Then I was in a high-school setting. (In waking life I am in trucking school).
I wanted to get out of there so bad, so I left about three and a half hours
early. I was afraid at first, but later it seemed I wasn't going to get in any
trouble.

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Delivering Nothing

I was delivering something in a ridiculous personal vehicle. It was like a go-cart or something.
I was driving on the highway and I was the only person on the road. I got off at an exit, looked
back, and noticed I left the trailer at home.

I was going to have to go back home to get the trailer, but instead I ended up in
line at a strange machine. I needed a ticket or something. I put in 2 quarters and
got a card with two rows of mirrors, one red card with information of some sort,
and two halves of a red card, but they weren't ripped. I didn't understand what I was
supposed to have or what help any of this stuff offered, and the tickets I got seemed
so random, I decided to pay another quarter to see what I would get. I never put in
the quarters though.

Instead, I dream-skipped into a room with some acquaintances from high-school. I told
them I had seen R.B.--someone we went to school with. One of the people asked, "Where
does he work now?" I told him I didn't know, or that I didn't ask. The guy rolled his eyes
at me as if to say, "You talked to him, but you can't answer the most basic question about
what he's doing?!"

I explained to him that R.B. and I never hung out in school. We weren't friends, but I had
talked to him, so if you want to "go" (fight), we can go right now. I walked up on him and
he was a foot taller than I was. I wasn't scared at all, but I said that since that would be immature,
than just understand that I didn't know where R.B. worked, so just leave it at that.

As an aside, there were two cute girls there. I got a good look at the blonde. She was nice to
look at.

I then walked over to a cubby hole and found some information I had lost. There were pads with
drawings on them and a bunch of other written journals and stuff. It was all very familiar, and I
was glad that I had found them. In waking life, I don't have the stuff. I guess it was a false memory.

I collected all the material into my arms and that dream ended.