* 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