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

I was at some kind of an airport or something. I ended up seeing this short-haired blonde. Something about her wasn't that attractive, but something about her was very attractive. I think she was in my mind from someone I met at a Publix the other day.

She ended up leaning into me. My face was it her hair and by her neck. I was so close to her neck with my lips for so long. I was nervous to kiss her, or to even touch her neck with my lips, but she stayed right there. I got a little closer. Her neck was right there at my mouth.

I finally just barely touched her neck with my lips. It was wonderful. Then my grandparents were looking down from a window high up in the wall. My grandfather said something. I said, "Yes sir" hoping my respect would instill mercy for being "naughty" or whatever.


I was then outside at my friends house. I realized I was dreaming. I was with a beautiful woman, though I couldn't see her face. I started makinglove to her. I slapped her in the face as an RC. I continued making love to her. I looked down at her, which I never do in my lucids. I wanted to stabilize, so I slapped her again. I should have just rubbed my hands together.

Soon the International Police were buzzing around and they were after my friend. He stayed in his garage. I couldn't believe they were after him. I asked him, "This is real isn't it." It was in fact an FA. He said, "Yes, this is real."

I ended up trying to imagine myself making love again, but I thought I was awake and couldn't get back into the dream. RRRRR.