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

Pool Party

I was in a swimming pool. There were multiple DC's, but I rarely look at any of them. I did not see any of them last night.

I looked up into the sky. I saw clouds moving in from either side. In the middle was another set of clouds clearly making a hand. I couldn't quite believe how perfect a hand the clouds formed. Then I noticed the moon was the index fingernail. It made more sense then, and then it seemed extraordinary again.

I asked some of the other party-goers if they could make out the hand in the clouds. I wanted them to see it before the other clouds covered it up. I counted the fingers on the hand twice. There were 5 fingers both times.

I then realized I was wanted by the International police for drugs and guns. I ended up getting out of the pool for some reason, and going through the corridors of an airport.

I ended up telling the guards I was wanted by InterPol. I then turned around and tried to find my way back to my airport hotel room. (?)

There were lots of people, hall ways, and rooms, but I found the right way to go. I called out and my daughter answered. Having found her, I now found myself back in the pool.

There were guns at the bottom of the pool, and the police had shown up. I didn't see them, but I saw a gun under the surface of the water pointed at me. It seemed to have a glowing outline, and was an odd looking weapon that we don't have in waking life.

I was scared by the gun. I knew the guards at the airport told these police that I had said I was wanted by InterPol, and I wondered why the fuck I would say that to the police.

The cop wondered if I might have any automatics, or a revolver. He explained how a revolver spins around with an ugly look on his face. I played scared and ignorant.

I walked out of the pool and found that the police were led by my father's second ex-wife. I showed her a cylinder from a revolver I had found at the bottom of the pool. I asked her if it belonged to her gun. It was partly true, but somehow it was part of a stash of guns that I had had.

I thought if I asked if it was hers, it would show I didn't know anything about it. I then realized that I seemed to know about these gun parts for some reason, so I was only giving myself away.

The lady thought I was in on some drugs too, so she said something about the cylinder not being hers, but she would just go smoke a joint. She wanted to see if this peeked my interest.

I saw a couple joints, one of them wet, on the ledge of a wall in a tray. The police woman didn't notice. I bumped her on the arm hoping she would notice but she didn't. I told her she was missing all kinds of opportunities.

The End

How not to pick up a girl

My brother saw several girls playing some kind of ball game. He wanted to interact and impress them, so he rolled over to them. It was controlled, but looked uncontrolled. He created a circle by touching his toes. He was a perfect circle and started rolling over to the girls.

Soon he was rolled up much more tightly, rolling. He started bouncing. Being rolled up into a ball was supposed to be the easiest on the body (which it would be), if rolling.

He ended up bouncing up very high. I thought it must have hurt when he landed. He then rolled in a tight ball between the legs of one of the girls. He unfurled there as he had come to a stop. It seemed reasonable to end up there since he'd been out of control trying to roll without getting hurt.

Running From the Cops

I was in a car with a few other people. They had done something wrong. One guy had a gun pointed in his mouth. I didn't want him to shoot himself so I tried to shoot his hand ...which was in front of his face.

I shot at him twice at close range (missing?). Then I thought that it was perhaps not such a good idea to shoot him for, as mentioned, his hand was in front of his face.

Dream Skip

The bad people are gone, but I'm in the car with someone else--a friend. The police are looking for us. There is a police helicopter. We have all the guns. I start stuffing them around the car to hid them. I can still see them, so I try to hide them better.

Eventually, we approach about 20 cop cars, all with their blues on. We are stopped by a red light, but the cop cars are beyond the light, so they kept going.

The End

Polar Bear Attack

I was somewhere really cold with some friends and my brother. My brother walked out about 20 feet from camp and ran into a polar bear. He was too close to run away, and the bear jumped him.

I was terrified. I wasn't going to be able to save my brother, but a friend, a short chick from my childhood E. G./V. ran out and tried to help. The bear's attention was diverted and it got off my brother.

There were two walls forming a corridor leading to the bear now. In other words, I wasn't really shielded by any wall. I was looking down a wall leading to the bear. Anyway, the bear started chasing me.

I had some binoculars and threw them at the bear's face. I missed. That sucked because he kept chasing me. As he got closer, I threatened to throw the binoculars at his face again.

The End

I was in a restaurant and recognized characters in white or yellowish hoodies. They were going to kill
me and someone that I was with. I tried to get my friends attention to warn them. I don't think I was
able to warn them, but I got up and left the room before the evil people could kill me.

I was in a building that had lots of rooms because I kept running through different rooms to get away.
On two occasions, two small men would come through an open doorway to get me. Instead of running away,
I ran after them. They weren't expecting that and they ended up running away. Then a single guy came
through an open doorway. I ran after him and surprised, he ran away too.

Then I was at my dad's old house. I had a '65 limmo/charger in the garage. I was with 3 women in some
kind of costumes. One was a '50s waitress or something. Then there was one that I really liked, but I don't
remember what she was wearing. I think she was in black. Then there was another lady that I don't remember
anything about.

I commented on how odd it was that I was with three women.

My dad lived on a corner, so as we walked up one street, we had to pass the other street that ran along my
dad's house. I told the ladies I would come back for them. I went up to my dad's house trying not to be
noticed by the bad guys. I made it up to the garage where I saw my dad. My dad used to be
a trigger to lucid dreaming, but not so much lately.

My dad was showing me cap guns I could use to scare the bad guys. Then the guns he was offering became shrapnel guns.
The idea was like a .22 where there was a small projectile, but still a low caliber weapon. I thought it would be weak compared
to what the bad guys had.

My dad started showing me knives then. I thought that was worse than the guns. Then, when I decided I should at least get a
couple shrapnel guns, I found the knives more accessible. I loaded up on throwing knives.

I went over to the car in the garage. I uncovered it and got in. I was hoping it would start because it looked as though it had been
parked for some time. Before I got a chance to drive it and pick up the girls I was supposed to pick up, I dream-skipped.

I was in a house where the bad guys were still after me. I was looking out windows waiting for them. I had a shotgun. I was going to
be ready to blow them away. I decided that they would likely shoot a machine gun through the windows before they even got to my
place, so I found a window that they would hit last. I positioned myself so I could blow them away.

I remember cocking my shotgun. There was a handle on the shotgun slide I had to pull back and push back forward.

That was the end of the dream, but I had a hard time getting my shotgun ready, and I remember feeling great that I was ready. I
also remember taking a practice shot, but it may have been a mental practice shot.