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    1. Can Wild Success byThe Sandman, 10-13-2012 at 09:08 AM

      by , 01-09-2013 at 10:03 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      byThe Sandman, 10-13-2012 at 09:08 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)


      Please see this entry from the link above. This entry was a failed attempt and entering this dream in a custom page where I log all dreams infiltrated by my alarm: http://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/the+sandman/page190-alarm-infiltrated-dreams/

      The "Like was in response to the dream--which I had double posted, and have now removed, including direction to the dream.

      Updated 01-10-2013 at 07:31 AM by 41873

      Tags: can wild, canwild, mp3
      lucid , memorable
    2. Shotgun

      by , 01-05-2013 at 07:27 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      I got off of a bus. I have a man at gun-point. I step off cautiously with him in front of me, and then at the back of the bus, I see a guy with a shot-gun kneeling down.

      I say to the guy I'm holding at gun-point, "Is he your protection?" The guy says, "Yea."

      I see the other guy at the back, and I see him as I look underneath the bus. I back into a building with my guy in front of me and I say to the guy with the shotgun, "Come on! Let's go! Come and get me!"

      In the building, I shoot the guy and run. Shooting my pistol was not vivid, but I did make the decision to pull the trigger, and he was no longer with me after that point.

      I ran through the room and found another room. It was poorly lit, and had old, makeshift wood tables and not much more. They were well built, but not store bought. Here comes the guy with the shotgun.

      He comes in and he shoots me on the left side of my stomach. Damn! I can feel it, but it isn't as bad as it would be if I were really shot (obviously?). I'm not bleeding, but I have some sense that I'm hit, and that that isn't good.

      Shotgun guy is now doing something on the other side of the room, and he is with a buddy of his. I make it over to them and take the shotgun. It is as long as an old musket style rifle. It is very un-wieldy.

      I pump it and I cock it. I pull out some wire thing from the front, but I have to hurry and shoot or the people will move and take the gun, so I just shoot. Click! It dry-fired.

      I pump the gun and cock it again. The wire thing is still out. The length of the entire unit is ridiculously long. I dry-fire again.

      I pump and cock again, and realize I need bullets. pull back a bolt action system to open a place for a bullet. This gun apparently requires every preparation device ever created for a gun. I find a medicine bottle with little 5 sided tablets. They were the size of a tic-tac, but with 5 sides and they were cream-colored. There were also these little discs about the same size in the bottle. I dumped some of the tablets in where I opened the bolt, and shut it again. I fired at one of the guys.

      The tablets just popped out with no real consequence. Fuck! I had needed to push the wire thing in. Now I start to look for more tablets. I find a pill tube full of those pins with a little plastic thing at one end. I put it back. I'm screwed.

      Nothing much happens from there except that I'm under this guys control. I keep looking for ways to get away. Eventually, I feel like asking if the guys holding me now could just call it even. I shot one guy, they shot me, and now we aren't doing anything to each other. Let's just go our separate ways and leave each other alone.

      I woke up then.
    3. The Road

      by , 01-04-2013 at 10:38 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      The Road

      I was in the back seat of a car with another older gentleman. Our boss was dropping us off at our cars. The other guy in the back seat was told that he was being demoted or fired-I forgot which. I felt bad for him.

      The old guy got out, then my boss told me it was my stop too. I said, "Oh, yeah." I got out with a beer in my hand. I went with the old guy who was looking for his car. Then I needed to get where I was going.

      I went to cross a street to catch a bus, but I had apparently waited until after a light had changed below. Now traffic was coming on. I wanted to beat the traffic and run across, but it was several lanes, and some huge vehicles were coming. Yeah, a couple war ships!

      The road was brightly lit, and the two war ships went screaming by. Then a couple tractor trailers went by. Then I think a fire engine or something went by. It was all these huge vehicles.

      Eventually I was just across the street, and walking right at someones yard. I needed to finish my beer before the bus came, so I started guzzling the beer. It was pretty good for dream beer. I was going to have to dispose of the bottle when empty, but I didn't want to throw it in the persons yard. I didn't want to toss it in the sewer grate, so I started thinking of where to leave it gently at the edge of the street.

      I tried to poor the rest out, but a cop drove by or something, so I only poored out some. Soon, the alcohol in it caught the ground on fire. Shit! I drank the rest and put the bottle by a tree. I then moved the bottle to be in the shadow of the tree. I thought I should move the bottle to another place because the car head lights would shine on it as they drove past. I couldn't find a good place for it, and I was afraid my bus would be there soon.

      I woke up then. I hope to dream more tonight.
    4. A School Adventure; Monkey Man

      by , 12-27-2012 at 05:02 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      A School Adventure

      I was in a study hall I think. It wasn't exactly a class in any case. An authority figure, a woman, showed me and someone else a picture of space. It showed Earth and several other planets very close to each other. Each planet was inside of a bubble that depicted a danger zone for each planet.

      Some planets were in large bubbles. This meant more danger. These planets were bunched up. These large bubbles intersected the other planets bubbles; furthermore, they indicated that they were in danger of meteors hitting them.

      At this point, the person I was curled up in a spherical gel bed. He went on saying how he wasn't going to sit there and just let something bad happen. I thought his bed was a pretty good idea. It could prevent small meteorites from hitting you and killing you. I thought I might lie next to the bed for cover from one side, though I realized I could still be hit from another side.

      Dream Skip

      I then had an assignment from a teacher. It was to read a book and do a report on the main character--a historical figure.

      I took the book and was about to study, but I asked a girl I was with to suck me for just one second. She did and I liked it. Sure, it was a stupid short blow, but IWL I subscribe to the theory that it's better to enjoy the shortest time than to not have any time at all.

      I then started trying to do my report. I had a false memory that I had read the book before, but didn't remember any of it. I tried to begin reading and picking out important facts, but because I was actually dreaming, I had trouble being productive.

      The End

      Monkey Man

      There was a man up on a house roof. He had a baseball. He didn't speak. He was like a monkey or something, though not as agile.

      I asked him if I could have the ball. I thought he might get scared, but he didn't. He gave me the ball. I was so grateful that I went to find something he might like. I found a blue ball. It was like a racket-ball ball but it had parts cut out of it so you could stick your fingers through the ball.

      I said, "Here, take this" or something, and threw it up to him. I didn't want to throw it at him, so I threw it to his side. He took a step or two and got it. I was happy he got it.
    5. My New Demon

      by , 12-27-2012 at 02:57 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      My New Demon III

      I am in my house, but it looks totally different. I go downstairs to the basement to get my sweater jacket. I retrieve my jacket and feel the presence of my new nightmare demon. This is the third or fourth time I've dreamed of this new demon.

      I start to go upstairs, but go back to turn out the light (I'm so stupid).

      In my adulthood, I'm not as afraid of demon nightmares as I was as a child, but what a chill! I never see him. He is present in homes that I enter for one reason or another. He is extremely powerful. I feel as though if he ever appeared, he wouldn't need to grab me. I think I would simply be sucked in.
    6. Having It and Giving It Up; Leaving My Brother

      by , 12-24-2012 at 02:56 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Having It and Giving It Up

      I was with a beautiful girl. She may have been J. M., my high school heart throb, though she looked a little different.

      I was sucking the side of her breast and rubbing her stomach. It was heavenly. Her breast was salty. This was OK in my dream, and tasting is generally good in a dream for me.

      I asked if she wanted me to stop and she said yes, so I stopped. I was sad...obviously.

      An alarm then went off and a DC turned it off for me. I was grateful.

      Leaving My Brother

      My brother was on a motorcycle with my boy as a passenger, and I was riding on the back the way kids ride bicycles--standing on to pegs sticking out from the back wheels. It was extremely awkward and I told my brother I was just going to walk the rest of the way. I had only a tinge of distaste for him.

      Everyone started walking at this point. We ended up in Downtown. It was all cement and didn't seem clean. It was dark as though we were under a walkway or something.

      We started walking down a hill of cement and I saw my cat. I/we were letting her go there but I wasn't happy about it. At the street, buses were stopping and pulling away. I saw a tour bus pull out right next to an old style Marta bus. The noise was awful and a bit odd. I wanted to record the bus noises and use it in some music or something.

      We then started trying to find exactly how to get where we were going. We never really did figure it out, and searching was a bit uncomfortable.
    7. 7 Tornados; LUCID DREAMING!

      by , 12-21-2012 at 02:10 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      7 Tornados

      I was looking out of the windows of an office building. I showed someone some strange looking clouds with a circular pattern in them. I knew a storm was brewing. This was a nasty looking cloud. I thought it was a funnel forming.

      I was getting really nervous--then I saw a funnel--then several. In the end I saw 7 or more. They were basically everywhere. I tried to run to a safe spot, but ended up losing my house (?) and couldn't find a good place to hide out. I decided to take cover in a room in the office building still by a window. I couldn't find a better place.

      Eventually I ran into a bunch of people going about their business, and the tornados were no longer an issue. One of the boss ladies said she worked in cancer. I said, "Oh, oncology," as though I would impress her by knowing that. Then I went on to tell her about some food synergies that would help fight cancer. She didn't like me trying to school her on her field, so I left, but as I did, I said, "How can you absorb A, D, E, or K without some fat?" (They are fat-soluble vitamins.)

      Dream Skip

      I saw some men with low-profile derby style hats. They all looked the same and I thought everyone looked Affected. Then I said, "LUCID DREAMING!" and started laughing. The exclamation and the laughing were both beyond my control, so it was a more genuine laugh than if I were in control. It was very strange, and a good release on both counts.

      I wanted to get more control, so I looked at my hand. I saw my fingers and didn't even try to count them. I knew I was dreaming. It was a very strange feeling.

      I ended up waking up, but closed my eyes and went back to sleep. I was very tired, so I focused on sleeping again and immediately was slipping into lucidity. It was like my waking world world was fraying into the dream world.

      I heard my son talking to me and wondered if it was real or a dream. I eventually figured out I was dreaming. I woke up and relaxed and immediately was going back into lucidity. I didn't really have to try. As soon as I began thinking of falling asleep lucidly, it was already happening. This time I felt my body buzzing. It was awesome. I tried to think of a blonde I fancy, but I couldn't make her materialize.

      This pattern finally came to an end as I had to wake up for work. I believe this was all induced by a late cup of coffee that wouldn't let me sleep. I tried from 12:25 to 1:40 AM. I then got on the computer until 2:40 AM before going to bed and going through this lucid experience.
      lucid , memorable
    8. Car and Brother; Tittle Litties

      by , 12-15-2012 at 01:37 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Car and Brother

      I had picked up a new used car. I drove it home to where I used to live with my mom. It seemed like a long drive.

      When I got there, my brother gave me a phone. It had some kind of absorbent material and it was wet. He'd been crying, his tears got all over the phone, and then he gave it to me. It was kind of gross.

      I shook out the phone to let his tears drip off. Then I noticed he was going somewhere with my kids. I didn't want them leaving with him, but they wanted to go somewhere. I told him I would drive them, but I didn't have enough gas. He said that was OK and that they were going to walk.

      I didn't like it, but I let them walk.

      The End

      I had a dream that was like an interim dream between these two dreams where I was walking through a school trying to get to the outside. I kept walking through class rooms and trying not to disturb anybody. I walked through a band class which I saw pretty clearly, and then other classes. As I made it out of the school, I tried to see a reflection of myself with a hat and sun glasses, and something else that I had on, but I couldn't find a mirror to stop at, and I kept seeing teachers looking at me. At least I was outside now.

      Tittle Litties

      I was at a friends house (M-Bub). His girl bent down and showed me her tittle litties. They were beautiful. I asked her to show me again and she said "No" but then she did show me. It wasn't the same that time, but then she started showing them to me more and I got that same good angle again.

      She kept moving them. I wanted her to just lean over and let me look at them without moving around. Then she did stay still. Fantastic! Finally, I turned around and there was her boyfriend. He asked if I got a look at them. I was scared, but he wasn't mad. He smiled, and I told him, "No, I didn't want to." My intonation me said, "No, I didn't mean to."

      I then walked away and went to a blanket on a grassy hill. There was a bunch of stuff all over it. It might have been picnic stuff. I couldn't even sit on the blanket.

      Someone asked me to bring a couple of their things over to the blanket, and I brought something to the blanket also, but I don't know what it was. The other person wanted to get away from a shark. (I guess it was a land shark )

      Then I woke up.
    9. OGF_Kill; The Mob

      by , 12-11-2012 at 11:01 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      The Mob

      I was watching in 3rd person perspective as a guy in the mob was showing another guy this weird move. He was in a restaurant setting, but in his home. There were swivel chairs set up in a semi-circle. Golf balls were set up over the chairs, and their were lasers going through the air and connecting the balls and stuff.

      The mob guy jumped over a chair and ended up sideways and trying to hit a ball. This was supposed to show how much he'd practiced and to show his power as a threat.

      Then the mob guy was trying going to kill me. I had done something wrong. He ended up giving me two cigarettes. I didn't want them. He forced them on me saying that he had done something, so I should take the two cigarettes. He put them in my mouth. Someone somehow tasted one and said they weren't cigarettes. He meant they were poisoned.

      I told him I would take them anyway. (I didn't have much choice.) I started to walk away so I could then run away, but the steps I was going to use had a black guy walking up the stairs. He would have stopped me, so I walked back like I was just nervous, but wasn't going to go anywhere.

      I then did walk away over to an area with plants. I saw one plant with two spider webs that made balls of a sort. Then there was webbing connecting them and all around the plant. This was also good for the plant as it kept warmth and moisture in.

      I got out my phone to take a picture, and accidentally tore a bit of the web. That exposed a tunnel of spider web. I looked in and it had a blue light shining on it. It was so cool! I got out my phone to take a picture, but then the mob boss grabbed my arm and started pulling me to kill me again. I was so scared.

      I tried to take off my jacket but I couldn't. He made fun of me and sang a song about trying to take off dream jackets. I realized then I was dreaming. The mob boss dunked himself in the water to show how much control he was in. I imagined the jacket off and it worked, but the dream ended.

      I can't remember where, but one time I was trying to escape, I had looked one way and it was too far. As the mob guy was chasing me I turned to the right and saw a beach with beautiful water, but the mob guy caught me before I could get there. I can't remember where that fit in, but the water was beautiful.


      I was with an OGFJ. We were on a floating dock that wasn't big enough to hold us both. We were trying to make out. We fell into the water and had trouble getting back up to the dock. It seemed like I didn't want to move my arms to swim. The water was greenish and it was night time, so I could barely see through the water.

      We finally made it back up and she made a comment of displeasure. I said something like, "At least you could get to the dock!"

      Dream skip

      I'm with my cousin Michael. We headed to a party or something. I ended up getting into a fight with someone, then fighting someone else. I was trying to stab the second guy, but then he ended up with the knives. One was a little curved.

      When he got the knives, I said, "Oh no, knives!" Then the guy commented that it's OK when I have knives, but when he has them I get scared. He was right.

      I was in two t-shirts. I straightened them out because my arms weren't through the sleeves right. Then I ran. I was really scared.

      Then he was above me in some kind of cacoon. I had a razor blade in my hand. He started knocking things out of the ceiling (his floor) and I attacked them thinking it was him. It was just some sort of padding/stuffing. Eventually he did fall through. He was in some kind of suit. I jumped him and took the razor to his body. He was protected by his suit, but I started wearing away at the suit until I was cutting his body and his head.

      Once I had him good, he turned into a roach. I started chasing him all over the room to kill him. Once I ran over a bunch of bikes knocking the all down and stepping on and over them. I chased the roach into a corner and tried to kill it. He got away. There was shit all over the place, but eventually I got it with the broom.

      He ran up the wall injured. I saw another roach which was a diversion. I found the right one and killed it. Then he was a person again whom I buied, though I didn't actually have to bury him in my dream.

      Then I had to deal with the other guy. I didn't want to deal with him. I was afraid he would kill me. I started trying to find MJ in my phone to come pick me up.

      Eventually my friend Michael showed up. I kind of ignored him looking for MJ. Then a girl showed up and I was going to go out with her. That was cool.

      Then there was my first girlfriends mother. She sat down and was playing a card game with a kid from my bus. Since he was playing an adult game, he had to bet adult amounts instead of the half price kid amount to bet. At first the bets were real money, but eventually it was like monopoly money or something so it really didn't matter, but he was sad he had to bet the full amount.

      Some of the cards got wet and the front and back separated. We held them on with paperclips.

      I was driving a car on a dirt road with an unknown passenger. We drove until we found the main road.

      That is the end because I have to log a dream from 12:00 midnight (will be above) and I need to sleep some more.
    10. Burning Down the House; Sweet Ass

      by , 11-28-2012 at 05:52 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Burning Down the House

      I looked up to a house on a hill. There was a big picture window through which you could see a small fire, as though in a fire place. The occupants doused the fire with some type of fuel and it caught that face of the home completely on fire. I thought about helping to put the fire out, but realized there was nothing I could do. The house was going to burn to the ground.

      Strangely, the fire subsided to its original size after about 6 seconds.

      This is the second dream of exploding or growing fire in just a few nights. See Futuristic

      Sweet Ass

      I was with a brown-haired girl with freckles. She was beautiful and had a great figure. I put my hand on her side and moved it down her waist towards her ass.

      She saw that I liked her ass and stuck it out to the side in an attractive way, not in a cheap way. Her outfit was white with a couple solid brown, curvy brown designs.

      Updated 11-28-2012 at 05:58 PM by 41873

      Tags: ass, fire
      non-lucid , memorable
    11. A Hippy Friend

      by , 11-27-2012 at 05:07 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      A Hippy Friend

      I was with a hippy friend of mine. She used to talk to me sometimes. She was with her boyfriend and I was jealous.

      They got in a small pick-up truck. I started to get in also, but for some reason, I could only get on the rear bumper and hang on. I was afraid of falling off as we went down the road.

      A tire was in the bed of the truck. The girl (I) gave it a small push and it rolled out of the truck, which was bad for me for some reason, somehow though, it rolled back in the truck.

      I ended up in a room with her, and her boyfriend wasn't there. She left the room.

      I wanted to take her, so I thought I might be dreaming. I had a hard time finding my hands, but I kept looking. Finally I found my hand and counted. As usual, I started out with what seemed to be five fingers, but then there were several.

      Realizing I was dreaming, I took off my underwear. It got caught up around my feet. I spent my time trying to get it off from around my feet. She never came back in before I woke up.

      My alarm woke me up.

      I went back to bed and thought about the girl. I was lucid right away, and did a hand RC (my favorite). Then my alarm went off again.

      My alarm goes off every five minutes. I keep saying I'll change that. I'm going to mark this as two lucids...even though they sucked.

      I've had a total of about 4 that ended right when they started. I'm going to break those out of my total so I can know how many times I've successfully become lucid, and how many times I had any kind of a dream to speak of at all. I consider it a success to re-enter a lucid. It just sucks the way it happens sometimes.
    12. Futuristic

      by , 11-26-2012 at 07:06 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      I was in some kind of transportation ship with an unknown DC. The DC was in control. We were facing a building which was in the process of exploding. The entire building--inside, was exploding at that moment. We were going to fly through it, and we did, though I didn't dream that part. It was simply explained that we wouldn't know anything about it, and nobody else would see or know that it happened. The idea was that the ship used a technology which avoided passing through physically.

      When we had passed through, a man and a woman were sitting on the floor inside a subway system, their backs up against a wall, or even the support of a handrail from stairs leading down to the subway.

      In front of each of them were all of their loose items: a hand-held walki-talki like the police keep on their shoulder, and several other small items, all black. Everything was laid out in an orderly square in front of them.

      The man was explaining that it was a result of the hyperspace passage, though that term was not how he said it. He tried to explain it to the girl. He said, "Here, pick up your walki-talki...put your hand here (over the walki-talki). Now pick it up (telekinesis implied). She did make the walki-talki levitate.

      The woman started talking over the walki-talki. The man began to explain that it wouldn't work right because of the trip through the building. Her transmission was made in slow motion as though we were still in the wake of the hyperspace passage.

      It was then explained how her message was received as being urgent, but instead of "keying" her mic twice to push the message faster, her message was given twice. This message was, "on on" which was backwards due to the hyperspace journey.

      This message was shown to me visually with the words passing over some kind of conveyor. Then the words were shown in stone triangles as if chiseled out of the stones. The stones passed over the rollers, at a certain point they flipped over so the message was now, "no no" which was the woman's real message.

      As mentioned, nobody would no anything about the trip. The stones were going to pass the message to some authority, but since nobody would could know of this message, the stones could not reach their destination. As such, they were deposited in an orderly way in a line that made a wall.

      Now I was with a bunch of people in the subway area again. Everyone was being herded around, or they were waiting for their turn to go somewhere. The government was like big brother, and now I wasn't enjoying my position of privilege.

      I scoped out the situation. I soon tried to explain that I'd been with McGarrett (from the old Hawaii 5-0), but this didn't earn me any favor. I saw Samual L. Jackson, but he didn't seem to be getting any special treatment either.

      I heard a subway come. People were running to it and jumping the turn-stile. I didn't want to, but I made up my mind to do so. I jumped the turn-stile and made it to a car where I thought I recognized a friend. It turned out I didn't recognize the person after all. I got nervous, but I was on my way...somewhere.

      We ended up passing a cave. I recognized it through false memory as a cave I had passed through, or even made, with my friends from the original ship. I told someone I had been through there, trying to explain a bit about the important mission. I also retold a bit of an old recurring dream that I thought was part of my mission from this dream, and how I had risked my life.

      This old dream was one where I was walking the tracks of a train, and how I had to climb through a trellice or some sort of support. It was very dangerous and I was happy when I'd made it back to safety.
    13. A Full Day

      by , 11-25-2012 at 02:59 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      9:00 A.M. A Full Day

      I was at work, though not my work IWL. It was a new job I think. It's fuzzy, but I think I had enough experience in the field to be coming in higher than ground floor.

      I ended up going out to get some stamps. I asked the lady how much it would be to get forever stamps. She said it would be extra. I told her that that really isn't fair because I am paying for a product today--

      She interrupted me and wouldn't help me anymore saying that I was making a scene or something. I looked and saw another customer. I went and said in a low voice that she could have just said that I needed to wait a moment to talk to her about it, so she could help the next person, and then we could finish...and I could finish.

      She said, "OK, go wait over there then." I looked down, I had my stamps and my change on the counter, though I hadn't paid the lady.

      My change was in Eisenhower dollars, silver halves, silver quarters, and the like. I was so excited, and I thought I'd recognized this change from somewhere. I dreamed of it because I recently saw some coins at a pawn shop.

      I put the change in my pocket and decided I would pay for the stamps later, though I was nervous about showing her the change she'd given so that she would know how much I owed her. I didn't want her to see the valuable change she'd given me.

      I went over to a table to wait for the lady and started to look at my coins, but now I had so many coats and bags that I was carrying, I didn't know how I was going to carry everything out of the "Post Office / Bank" place I was in.

      I soon started collecting all my stuff to leave just so I could figure out exactly how I would get it all together. As I left, I found two baseballs. One had deep grooves as though a bear had clawed through it. I put my fingers in the grooves. It was from where a real pitcher had pitched a certain type of pitch and it made those grooves.

      The other baseball was blue and green and more of a toy ball. I bounced it and had a hard time catching it. I then saw my surroundings very clearly to see where I was going home. I was cutting through someones land on a public road. They had workers spreading mulch all around trees. they had one machine spreading and another pushing it neatly along a path.

      I walked on to get back to wherever I was going. I ended up cutting through a public pool. I had some big balloon type things I was carrying now. I had about five of them.

      I started talking to some of the people, then jumped in the pool. I put one or two of these giant, awkward balloon things in my trunks, and asked if a girl could help me stuff the others in my trunks so I wouldn't have to hold them. I also wanted her to stuff her hands down my trunks, but I didn't say anything about that.

      As one or maybe two of the girls were going to help me, I saw a third girl. I told her she was cute, and then went with the two girls who were going to help me.

      I don't remember the transition, but I started seeing all these people's faces. I went over to a cute girl and realized I was dreaming.

      I quickly found a girl that I thought was cute and went to kiss her. She said, "What?" I said, "I'm dreaming, aren't I?" I did a reality check so that I didn't make a huge mistake. I was happy to see too many fingers, didn't bother to count them all, and went in to kiss this girl. She didn't question it this time.

      For some reason that was done and I looked for another girl. I found the cutest one I could find and leaned in to kiss her. This was great. I started trying to make it with her. I held her close and kissed her well.

      Then some guy came up to me to fight me because of what I was doing. Stupid me lets him interrupt my dream. At first, I went to hit him. I thought it would be fun, but I had quicksand punches. FUCK!

      I tried again with no luck. Now I was trying to get my shirt off and I couldn't. This sucked. I eventually ended up in another scene
      . I was getting cake for some reason, but I was giving mine to pretty girls. I gave some to this girl, but then implied that I get to hug her for giving it to her. I held her close with her breasts in my face. I didn't want to let go.

      I then had more to do about the cake. I found another piece and gave it to the girl who let me hug her and hugged her some more. Then I was finding cake that wasn't mine and it was a bunch of blah blah blah.

      The end.


      10:45 AM Driving in a Half Time Parade

      I was told that either a friend from work K.K. could drive a tram at the Football game. I raised my hand and was chosen. I was given a beer and the keys (?). I drank the beer. It was pretty good for a dream beer. Then I took the keys and got in the driver's seat. I was next to a pretty girl.

      I looked up and the tram was already moving. At first I was afraid as though I had not been responsible and gotten in the driver's seat right away. I started to drive, and thought it wasn't even on. I had the keys, but there were keys in the ignition, and I couldn't tell if the ignition was on.

      Someone questioned me, so I turned it over. OK, now we're rolling. I needed to turn the heater on or off, but I couldn't figure out where the button was. I started pushing lots of buttons, but they weren't normal buttons. They were all close to each other and they weren't the right shape.

      Someone asked about it so I handed them some book. I said, "Here, find it." I wanted to know where the heater button was and where I was going. The person asked me again and I said, "You find it." They got it then.

      I asked if we should take the highway West, then corrected myself to East. I was feeling really drunk from the beer. I couldn't believe I was driving.

      The girl was looking at the book. Our cheeks were touching. Then she took the book and started looking up the directions.

      The End.

      Updated 11-25-2012 at 04:57 PM by 41873

      lucid , non-lucid , memorable
    14. Jungle Fever

      by , 11-12-2012 at 06:47 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Jungle Fever

      I was at my grandparents, though it looked completely different. I saw a barn type structure, though it was just a long shed.

      I then noticed that the shed was gone. This was a throwback to a tree that I grew up knowing at my grandparents house, but one year they had to cut it down.

      I was disappointed, but then found a pin. It was used for compost, but it was empty now, and the ground was rich. I thought I could raise chickens in that pin.

      Dream Skip

      I'm in bed. A naked black girl is sitting on the floor with her back against my bed. I commented on her olive skin. She was black, but she also had some heritage from a country where skin is dark, but not black.

      I asked if she would come to my bed. She asked why? She continued answering saying something like, "So I can be up there with you?"

      I then realized this was a dream. I also realized I didn't have much time. I somehow knew that my alarm had already gone off once and would sound again within 5 minutes, which is the interval in which it sounds.

      I quickly got out of bed and pulled my underwear down. I picked her up and put her in the bed. She was heavy. I picked her up so her head would be on the pillow.

      I couldn't believed how pretty her skin was, especially against my white skin. I started to put it in. I got it in a couple inches and my alarm sounded. I woke up.

      My alarm was under my pillow. This means it had already gone off once. I picked up my phone and put it under my pillow so that the alarm wouldn't be so loud the second time.

      The point of that is to say that I started dreaming within five minutes of waking up for the morning. This is obviously very typical timing, but confirmed.
    15. Lucid Sex

      by , 11-09-2012 at 07:02 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Lucid Sex

      The title is better than my memory, but I was nearly having intercourse. I remember my decision-making better than what actually happened. I knew I could do what I wanted, and I tried to make it happen.

      I may have had a false awakening, but eventually I did wake up. Sometimes I have multiple lucids, so I tried to relax when I did wake up and imagine a scenario.

      I did end up in another sex dream. I can't say I was lucid, but I took control. I was eating someone out and enjoying it, but then I wanted to fuck her. She asked me to keep eating her because I could always do her later. I told her I wanted to do her because I could always eat her later.

      I got up and put it up to her. I could see her. I can't always see things in my dreams, so it was nice to see it. I put it in a couple inches. I tried to put it in more, but I woke up.

      I seem to be having more lucids lately, but I seem to wake myself up because I'm afraid I'll wake up. It's a self-fulfilling prophecy. I vow to improve.
      Tags: eating, sex
      lucid , memorable
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