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



      A Night Full of Dreams



      #54 - The Management Company / Bone Child














      I relaxed and had

      #55 - Lucid Instructor






      I woke up, or had an FA

      I cycled again and slipped back into the dream

      #56 - Girls





      lucid , false awakening , memorable
    2. Country Story; Mom's Jewelry

      by , 02-09-2013 at 12:35 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Notes for dreams so I can go back to bed:

      Lots of land with bails and bails of hay, only dark.
      Someone said, "If all this were mine, I would re-hole every horseshoe until they were perfect" or something like that. I saw a horseshoe with a hole in it in my minds eye.

      Then I was sitting with a boy who stitched up some grey, suede leather so that it contained some RR spikes in a leather tube. I helped by banging a another spike into it so the head stayed above the leather. (I have six new RR spikes IWL). The leather tube eventually turned into a hat.

      I asked him to help me stitch one for myself. He then revealed a larger black hat for me. Then it turned out to be a football, which disappointed me.

      Then I had to use the bathroom. I went in and the john was really small and had no lid. As I started to take my pants down, someone disturbed me. Jesus!

      At a weird party, my brother got a piece of clothing caught on the top of a door. Someone took a piece of mom's jewelry so I did too, but I decided to return it.

      I Went up stairs picking up miniature pitchers along the way, then a lady picked one up and tossed it back to me.

      I returned the jewelry, then it morphed into a cool gun. It was small and crude, made of wood and brass or gold. You pulled back on a stick which was connected to something so that when you pulled the trigger, the stick was released and it would hit the projectile inside. It was awesome.

      Then there were a bunch of brass dishes. (Yuck, right?). I had a false memory that I grew up with it. (IWL I did grow up with similar stuff) I was putting them away, admiring the shape of some of the cups. The were like a mix between a Chinese tea cup and a soup bowl. They seemed to be the perfect size.

      I was watching video of women rubbing their nipples. All of them were perfect.

      Updated 02-09-2013 at 04:39 PM by 41873 (Filled in some details.)

    3. 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.
    4. 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.
    5. Brother; Father

      by , 10-11-2012 at 11:35 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)

      I don't remember the dream, but I dreamed about my brother, and as usual, he was being an asshole. I haven't talked to him for over a year and I still dream of him as being an asshole. I don't think about him IWL.


      I was with my father at The Pinnacle Peak Patio. It is my favorite restaurant, and is in Arizona. We were considering purchasing the restaurant, but the roof needed to be raised. This was going to be very expensive. I guestimated how much that would cost.
    6. Tiny Lights; Eating; Giant Horses; Base Guitar Guys; God spoke to me

      by , 08-01-2012 at 01:36 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Tiny Lights
      A few nights ago I dreamed I saw lights in the sand the size of a grain of sand. They were blue and green and maybe yellow. I scooped up some sand and got several in my hand. I tried to sift the sand out of my hand leaving just the lights.

      This is residue from my fiber optic interests.


      Over that last few days I had a dream where I was eating fish and one where I was eating a snow cone being very mindful of the texture.

      The fish leathery on one side, but tender on the other. I wanted the tender, flaky part. The one where I was eating the snow cone was residue of doing a lot of research on shaved ice machines for a snow cone trailer I'm thinking about buying.

      Two giant horse-like creatures were moving towards eachother sideways. I was between them. A girl helped me get up one to avoid being smooshed. It was buff colored.

      I was on my stomach over the horses back trying to get over it more so I would be positioned more evenly.

      The horse then started walking around a center structure. I thought when it came full circle, I might be able to get off.

      Dream Skip

      I was in a room trying to sleep. I looked outside and there were 4 guys playing base guitar. I remember all of them had bases with different shapes and color. I kept looking for a guy with a white bass, but he wasn't there.

      Dream Skip

      Then I heard God talking to me (I'm not a God person). I was so happy that God finally indicated he wanted a "relationship" with me. In my belief system, invisible things have to some how make themselves perceived, or I must some how discover them, to believe in them.

      So there I was. God was talking to me. He told me I needed to start talking to my Mom again. This bothered me, but I thought that if God wanted me to do it, that was easy enough to achieve.

      I decided to make amends with my Mom, but then it was my Dad that I was going to make up with. I used to fight with my dad all the time.

      I found myself up on a hill looking down at my Dad's house (it was different than in waking life). My brother was coming out, fighting with my dad. I needed to figure out how to get in the house without being notice so I could get some stuff and get out.

      Dream skip to some other location. I asked a woman if God had ever spoken to her. She said "Yes." I told her God just spoke to me, but I mean SPOKE to me for real. I heard it!

      She said, yea, he's Irish. I said, "YEAH! HE'S IRISH!"...and then I remembered his voice as being Irish, which it wasn't when I heard him.

      I don't believe in God any more after that dream, but it was awesome having such a dream. This was the second intense dream about God that I've had.
    7. With my First GF; The Hospital Guy

      by , 07-18-2012 at 06:17 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I was with my first girlfriend. We were watching prisoners who were chained up and on display busting up rock. We ended up taking one with us. He was a blond guy.

      I started talking to him to make him feel comfortable, and to make me feel comfortable. I was kind of afraid of what he might do.

      We started playing a video game, though I don't remember anything about the game. Then the guy turned my attention to someone. He said I'd be interested. I turned and saw a fantastic blonde girl with curly hair playing piano.

      At first she was playing Pinball Wizard. When I looked at the music, it was Wish You Were Here. I told her I've been listening to that for weeks now, which is true in waking life.

      I noticed she had one hand in a cast. Then I looked back at my girlfriend and she put her head on the guys shoulder. I looked at her disturbed and she stopped. I was very jealous.

      Then I started trying to play a video game again. Then I was trying to put something down on a table, but there was urine on two or three of them and I had to carry whatever I had.

      Dream Skip

      I'm in bed with a few people--guys and girls. I am trying to touch this girl next to me in a way that nobody will notice, and so the girl doesn't get mad. I am hoping for a sign that she doesn't mind.

      I end up touching my vagina, (I'm a hetero guy in waking life) but I didn't feel it. It was as though it was someone elses, but now there was nobody there.

      The Hospital Guy

      I was with my brother who was pissing me off as usual. We don't speak anymore in waking life. I/we were packing up our stuff to move or something. He finally left and I was glad.

      Next thing I know I'm going down the road with all my stuff in a car. I let two pieces of trash drop onto the highway (I never litter in waking life). My car is now stalled. I pick up one piece of trash and put it back in the box where I had it. I open the door to steer the car to the side of the road while I push the car.

      My friend MJ is at a garage or something on top of the hill above where I'm pushing my car. He tells me to remember Saturday. I asked what we were doing Saturday. He told me, and I repeated it a couple times, but I can't remember what we had plans to do.

      Dream Skip

      I'm in a big, empty room. A guy is starting a hospital. He had worked in a hospital, but now he was starting his own. The story was, he had wanted to, but couldn't. Now his mother was dying, and so he started his own hospital to work on her. I heard the explanation from a narrator.

      Again, the room was empty. The guy was cleaning up the place getting it ready. I saw a cleaning solution being poured onto the floor, but it was being poured on a cup at a time.

      It was like a thick soap, and it was thrown onto the floor in different colors. It landed with a slight splat pattern. More and more was being thrown onto the floor until it was mostly covered when the dream ended.
    8. Dungeon at the Rook; Swimming Party

      by , 06-10-2012 at 09:35 AM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Dungeon at the Rook

      I was in a dungeon. It was stone, dark, and miserable. I wasn't locked in, but I was behind a cell door. There were square holes in the wall in the room behind my door that were designed to offer some sort of product. There were coin returns like the ones on old coke machines or video games. I was collecting money from all the coin returns, and I wasn't supposed to.

      I turned and looked out the cell door. In the walkway outside my cell, there were other holes in the wall about the size of a microwave oven. They had bars over them and they were black inside. They were cells.

      I figured who ever they once held could not enter from that side. There must have been a way to get into those cells from another entrance. I thought how miserable it would have been to be locked up in one of those cells.

      I started getting nervous that I was locked in, so I looked at the door. It was open. I pushed it and walked out. I looked up and out a large opening in the rock wall that led outside. A truck circled into the parking area above us.

      I was with someone now. We ducked, but he thought it was his brother coming to pick us up. We were excited to get out of there. Then it seemed it may not be his brother. That's OK. We were out of the cell.

      Dream skip

      I have a bird's-eye view of the building with the dungeon. It is stately and looks like a government building. The main entrance is round, and then there are rectangular portions extending outwards. There is a newspaper in the plastic bag on the roof of the building at the edge of the main part of the building. It was odd even in my dream.

      Dream skip

      I am in a room inside the building. There is a party going on. An Asian women says, "Everyone from C-53 get together for a picture" or something like that. Some older gentlemen get together on a sofa for a picture. My stupid brother runs to a chair. It is off to the side, but it is obvious he wanted to get in the picture. The Asian woman says, "I you are C-42--what are you doing?" or something like that.

      A woman shows me a strange camera called a C-9 I think. I'm not sure all these alpha-numeric identifiers are correct. They may not have been so similar in my dream.

      The girls camera had a weird handle. It was a bar that you grip, and teh camera was built onto it. Anyway, I overheard someone say that the name of the building was The Rook. I assumed it had to do with the shape of the main part of the building being round like a rook in Chess.

      Swimming Party

      I'm in a pool teaching a young woman how to swim. She was a little heavy set and hispanic. She was cute. She had very dark eyes. She was on her back. I took her hair in my right hand and felt it so that she wouldn't realize as it was under water. I felt a wet handful of hair very vividly. I rubbed it on my leg.
    9. Brother, Girls, Mountain lions

      by , 05-12-2012 at 12:10 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      I dreamed I was mad at my brother again.


      I dreamed there were two girls next door sunbathing in their pool. I liked both, but one more than the other. I tried showing off by diving into my pool, which became a bed as I dove in.

      At one point, I heard Pink Floyd's Meddle playing in the background. I heard the song say, "I am lucid dreaming" or "It is a Lucid Dream." I couldn't believe I never realized those were the words.


      I dreamed I was in a civilized, built on space, but saw a rabbit in a field. I went to look at it and then saw a large bird near it. I went closer and saw three mountain lions in the near distance.

      Like a dumb ass, I growled, imitating a mountain lion. Now that I had the attention of one of them, I started trying to get back to the built up area nearby, but it was pretty far vs. how quickly a mountain lion could close that distance.

      The mountain lion struck a weird pose and then just stood there as I backed away.
    10. My Dumb-ass Brother Being a Dumb-ass

      by , 05-07-2012 at 04:08 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      My Dumb-ass Brother Being a Dumbass

      I was with my dumb-ass brother, and my dream-sign, which did not kick me lucid, my father. My brother had pissed me off. My father told me that if there was any hitting or striking, that person would be out.

      I pointed at my brother, and eventually poked him in the face with my finger, pushing him. I pushed him in the chest with my finger. I was so pissed, because he is such a prick.

      My brother stood there so calmly and said, "You see what's happening?" or something like that, to my dad. I explained to my dad by drawing a circle on the bed, "These are the THINGS that he does to piss me of..." I made a dot on the bed with my finger "...and this is my anger at those THINGS--but that's not even what I'm mad about. I'm mad about his attitude about me being mad!"

      I haven't spoken to my brother in a year. Every time I am with him he pisses me off, and a year after not speaking to him, he pisses me off in my dreams. What a prick

      Luckily, during the day I don't give him a seconds thought. What is interesting is that I just now realized that last night, I slept in a shirt his wife gave me. I think I'll burn the shirt. It was only given to me because my shirt had gotten wet one day.
    11. My Brother Gives the News on NPR

      by , 04-19-2012 at 05:26 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      My Brother Gives the News on NPR
      Alarm Infiltrated Dream

      My brother was walking around the room spewing the news. I couldn't believe he could remember so much of what he'd heard. He was not only being his typical annoying self, but he was delivering the news just like the read it on the radio, fully intonated. He was bugging the SHIT out of me.

      He kept going and going. I was amazed out how much he remembered AND how much he spoke like a radio personality.
      Tags: brother, news
      non-lucid , memorable
    12. My Brother on Skype; New/Current Job and Going to War; Boxes

      by , 04-06-2012 at 05:23 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      My Brother on Skype

      My brother was putting me down over Skype. My friend Micah from DV and our Lucid game project wrote a program that allowed me to capture and organize my brother's insults into categories. The comments were automatically filed by direct insult, insult as he spoke to someone else about me, and there were two other ways of organizing his insults.

      I had a report of two or three pages showing each comment organized under its appropriate heading. At one point I had come up with something to say back to him. I typed it in Skype. I wish I could remember what it was I said. In any case, I decided not to send the message because it would play into his plan. I am currently not talking to him, haven't for about a year, and have no intention to talk to him ever again. So, I erased the message and decided the report of his comments was enough to damn him.

      I had another dream where I was fighting my brother, but I can't remember it, so I'm just making the note here.

      New/Current Job and Going to War

      I was looking for work in the country. I've been working and thinking about my garden iwl, so I dreamed about a farm. I thought I would like it. Then I saw the workers as they bent down to spread straw or tirelessly pick vegetables. I realized it was not as romantic as I thought it would be.

      Then I was on my job driving a school bus, but in this country environment, I didn't know if I needed to turn to the left or right on this country road.

      I was eventually talking to someone in a special car. It had a boxy design, but was a luxury car, and was actually pretty nice looking. It was midnight blue. It was wide like a Bentley, and the sides were high. From the windows to the roof, it was like a second boxy level on top of the first. It was not as high and looked like a chop-top design. First it was a Jaguar, but I think it eventually was a Rolls or a Bentley because it just didn't have the styling of a Jag at all.

      The guy inside was telling me about the car. He said it was designed to carry different types of people. There was one seat that was kind of separated from the others as it had a shower in it. You would sit in the seat and, you could clean off. That seat also was for the nerdy type as there was information on the inside of the car that would allow you to compare pricing on that car versus other cars. It was a nerdy thing because of numbers-crunching.

      The other seats were more for diplomats or something. It was absolute prestige for the owner of the car, and luxury for the riders.

      I then ended up talking to a guy in the same location, in an almost empty parking lot. Everyone was leaving. I was explaining that I didn't know which way to go. He said I just had to find the school my way, so I decided I would just go to the right and find it.

      Then we started talking about how I was going to be going to war, and he was my commanding officer. I felt like I would never advance because I have such a poor memory and poor sense of direction. I started trying to improve his perception of my by touting my previous accomplishments in web design.

      I then started telling him that while I used to be afraid of war, I have changed my attitude. I figured, I may very well die in the war, so I might as well fight with courage and die valiantly. I started really feeling ready to fight for our cause.

      More Boxes

      There was a building that was being foreclosed on. There was some kind of a structure under which the owner had built these box structures with plexiglass walls and wood frames. They built a tower underneath whatever the other structure was--some kind of an open fountain or sculpture.

      I wanted some of the boxes, but I was afraid because they belonged to the owner. A guy who was with me said it didn't matter, and threw a couple of them to the side. This is reminiscent of the dream I had yesterday where there was a tower type structure of multiple cages for small rodents stacked atop eachother.
    13. Fire & Ice; Fighting my Brother;

      by , 03-26-2012 at 03:50 PM (* The Sandman's Dream Journal o/***)
      Fire & Ice

      There were a couple purposeful fires in my backyard. I do burn at home.

      Instead of logs, there was a structure of wood beams approximately 12" x 12" x 12' long. There were two beams standing up and one resting on top. The flame was intense and rolling.

      I told someone to watch the other fire while I watched the big one. The fire was too big, but there was nothing else to catch fire, so it was OK, but I needed to be able to douse it with water if it got out of control.

      I looked away. When I looked back, there was ice in the middle of the top beam.


      Fighting my Brother

      My brother and I do not speak iwl.

      I threw a pine cone at my brother. He threw it back at me, but I caught it, or it hit my jacket and fell into my hands. I threw it back at my brother worried that this time I would miss. I threw it and hit him again.


      I was fighting my brother again. I was ready to beat his ass. I knew by a false memory that he had already won the last fight we had, but I was ready to go again.

      I was wearing a leather jacket. It was zipped up. I took it off as I would take off a t-shirt, and I was ready to go. I threw a few punches and the dream was over.