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

I was in a vacuum. I thought I was dreaming, but thought I might simply be awake. I pushed my arms
out to see if I was lucid. I know it isn't an RC, but I already suspected I was dreaming and wanted to
stretch my arms anyway. I was having trouble pushing my arms out, but I knew I was dreaming then.

There was nothing around; it was not even space. It was stupid. I couldn't make a scene appear, so
I relaxed and started falling into the void. That was cool enough. I let the dream form itself.

I ended up dancing with an old, over-weight woman. Her hair was salt and pepper; she was about 65.
I dipped her twice as we danced. I was impressed that I could hold her up. I was in no way attracted
to this woman. The second time I saw her vividly, she was all sweaty. It was really yucky. She had the
hots for me. Blahchchch!

Soon I was at a party. I started making a move on a white girl and felt up
her shorts. I got to touch her, but the more I got what I wanted, the more I was afraid
I would lose the dream...and I did.

Then there was an cute, overweight black girl. I made a move on her and was successful.
Then I saw her skinny friend. That would have been nicer. The girl I was with leaned over and
kissed the corner of my mouth.

Semi/lucid to normal dreaming: Soon I had to leave the party. Looked for my scarf, found it, went
to say goodbye to the host. I went in his room and saw all the stuff in his room. I clearly so a forged
iron skull. Not scary, not life size, just an artistic piece. It was on an iron stick. I didn't see the rest
of the stuff vividly, but the room had that feel to it.

The End