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

Marrying an Old Bosses Daughter

I used to work for an insurance company. My manager was not nice. They had a son.

I was marrying the daughter of the owner of an insurance company I used to work for. The wife of the owner was going through all my old pay stubs which showed very little earnings. She didn't like that.

At first I didn't care, but then I thought, "Those are mine, they are personal, and I don't have to let her see them." We struggled as I tried to take them away from her.

Then we were struggling over my manuscript. I told her she should have just taken it when I offered it to her. Then her husband asked for it and I said, "OK."

Then they started telling their daughter she shouldn't marry me. I got very upset because I had spent a lot of money on the relationship. I thought if they didn't want her marrying me because I don't make much money, they should have spoken up before I'd invested so much in the relationship.

It is now 2:49 and I'm going back to sleep.

I'm glad I logged that dream ^ I completely forgot about it.

Looking to Buy a House


I dreamed that I was looking to buy a house with MJ, though his name was Desmond or something. It was the perfect house. I simple ranch, but the view was stellar. You could see the city from a distance of about 30 miles looking over to your right, then panning to the left there were some trees and a cliff face. Then off in the distance to the left, the view was a hundred miles. The lawn was huge. I knew I wanted to buy the house.

We walked down the yard and to the cliff. It was too steep to climb, and so was the wooded area next to it. I tried to climb it, but the plant life growing on it made me not want to put my hands on the rocks. IWL I don't care about dirt and muck, but this was weird plant life. I couldn't see what was in it and didn't want to venture it right then.

We went back to the house and found two wasp nests. I wasn't afraid of them, but I was thinking about how I would get rid of them.

The End

In with Special Forces?

I was with a group of people I don't know in waking life. We were in a restaurant eating at a booth. Someone started taking pictures of me. His flash went off with each picture.

I reached down for my camera, a 35 mm which I don't have IWL. I wound it and did something else to prepare to take a picture without the guy noticing, then stood up and chased the guy and took his picture.

He knew I was onto him, but he was spying on me. He thought I was involved in something that I wasn't. I had a special weapon, but I was out of my league.

I found a pen in my pocket. It was a basic looking pen that you push down on the back and the ball-point comes out, but this pen had special power. You could use it to make objects levitate, or to turn objects on and off.

I was not adept at this power. A colleague figured out that his pen had the power, and we were part of some team, so I had the pen, I tried it, and sure enough it worked. I made a glass levitate. I was supposed to not be obvious with this power, but it was amazing and I wanted to get better control of it. At one point I made two objects rise, then one fell. Maybe it broke.

Dream skip and I'm at a house. It is like a fraternity house of everyone who is similar to me in this group team thing. We are together, and yet there are differences.

The guy that was taking pictures has the face of a Latino Mechanic who ripped me off once IWL. He said that someone was going to do something in the financial markets. Now, I'm realizing that since it isn't me as I have nothing to do with the financial markets, maybe he should be taking pictures of someone else on my team.

One of my friends was about to talk to the team about the guy who took my picture. I told him not to say anything to anyone because if someone on our team is going to do something in the financial markets, then we don't want to give away the fact that someone is on to him, even though the guys efforts are misdirected towards me.

Although I considered the guy taking pictures of me to be a "bad guy," somehow, the guy on my team who might be involved in this conspiracy is also a "bad guy."

Now I look around the house and check out the view. I see pictures on the wall of the team in their work environment. It helps build the DC's character. Two guys bunk in the same room. Lots of people live in this house, all on the same team.

There is a party going, but there is a disturbing feature of possum/raccoon guts in the trash can. It as full of guts. Their are curtains hanging down getting dirty in them. I try to do something with them. At one point I am thinking of putting gun powder in the can and burning them.

Then, the guy who was taking pictures of me shows up. He is skulking around the house outside on a circular wrap-around porch. He scares me.

I look outside. I try using my pen to turn off the lights. Maybe it worked. I look down and there as a Mars Rover type vehicle rolling around. I try to turn it off, but it isn't working. The guy taking pictures of me is way out of my league. He takes a car from the garage, drives it down the yard into a lake. It's a freaking amphibious car. I can't turn the rover off and it follows him.

The End.