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

This was another really short lucid.

I was on top of a building with a bag of money, but I was thinking in my head, "What if someone had a bag of money and--." It was a stereo typical,drawn, two-dimensional bag with a money sign on it." The bag was drawn.

Then I saw The Greatest American Hero on top of the building with me, but his hair was a little flat, and he looked a little gay, so I called him the Gayest American Hero, and realized I was dreaming. Realizing I was dreaming, I thought I would trick The Gayest American Hero. I "fell" off the building with my bag of money, but I fell a foot and then hovered, while the Gayest American Hero flew down expecting me to fall.

I then flew back up, but typical of me, at the top of the building, I needed to help myself with physical force.

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I had another dream where I saw an old woman who was so old that her skin was gone and she had a layer of clear skin. Her eyes were big like eyes from a sponge bob cartoon.

I had a ball with gell and little hard, clear tear-drop shaped plasticy things. I squeezed the ball and one of the plastic things came out and landed on the old lady's leg. She was a bit disturbed, so I apologized and pulled it off of her a bit embarrassed with myself.

My Fracking House

In real life, NPR has been talking about fracking. I think I heard this in my sleep. I dreamed that
"they" were fracking in my neighborhood (though I was living somewhere I have never lived before).
All the houses were moving up and down in a wave as a result of the fracking going on.

I said to an unseen DC that "Luckily, I can slide my house away" or something like that. I pulled a piece
of decking that my house was on. When the fracking wave came buy, it missed my house--then I was able
to slide it back.

Making it with an Old Lady

I got some ice cream in a strange restaurant / shop. An lady came with me
and said I could lick her head. I know that's what you want to do. It wasn't strange
in the dream as some how that equated to licking my ice cream.

I never did lick her hair, which is what I would have done at that point.
My thinking changed to where it didn't really make much sense to lick
her hair, so I eventually forgot about it. Then I started trying to make a
move on this lady who became an old lady. She wasn't attractive in the
least, and she was about 65 or 70 years old. I picked out a place
for us to sit. It was a quality wooden bench, a little off to the side.

We sat down, then we were able to lie down. It was a bed all of a sudden. I was having
trouble with the idea of what I was doing, though I didn't stop. She seemed to have a
decent figure, except she had a belly.

I eventually saw her breast, nipple and all. I went to suck it, but that part is foggy. I was
grossed out by the thought of what I was doing.