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

Sanding a Pool Stick

Someone was showing me how to sand a pool stick tat had been marred up and down the stick. The stick had these circular designs like stains or something.

The guy used something that looked like a saxophone reed. He said something referring to the sanding tool like, "They are expensive, so they are strong, flexible, and ___________."

He then sanded the stains and grooves out of the stick with this tool.

I woke up at this point and remembered exactly what he said about the tool. I wanted to remember it because dream quotes are important to me, but I went back to sleep and forgot exactly what was said.

Fight

I was at some kind of party. Someone had a problem with something I said. I tried to explain to him that he didn't understand the context and to just not worry about what I do. He was acting like a prick, so I put my hands on him, pressing on a pressure point, and hoping to get him to decide not to fuck with me. He wanted to fight.

I really didn't want to fight, so I told the guy I was going to tell someone at the party. I was hoping this would make the guy decide we really shouldn't fight, but the guy didn't care. I decided I would just fight the guy.

I went out and was ready to kick the guys ass, and quickly found I wasn't very flexible. I had my jeans on over my sweats. I quickly took off my jeans without him attacking me. I then felt much better, but then we didn't fight anymore.

I then went into some apartment or dorm. I think someone is going to be expecting me to be in it and steal something, or do something else wrong, so I hide behind a little wall. I can still see someone walking up some stairs, but suspicious, and looking for me. I can see their feet and so they see me, but then just walk up the stairs as though they hadn't, or they saw me and then the dream changed so that they actually didn't see me.

The dream was vivid. I should be able to remember it in greater detail.

The End.