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

I don't remember anything until I started to realize I was becoming lucid. There were a few women. I saw them in a rather baron environment. I realized I was lucid and decided to go for one of them.

I got one and leaned her back to lay her down. I'm always afraid I'll wake up, so I decided to get her clothes off as I was bringing her down. I lay her down with my left hand, and raised her tight, pink, cotton dress with my right. By the time she was on the ground, I had her exposed.

I nommed on her breast for a short time, and had an FA.

I was in a restaurant in a booth. There were two blonde women at the table. One was paying her check with a credit card. I reached out to take it wondering if I was lucid and thinking it would be no harm. She retracted the card and I got nervous. I tried to explain I thought I was having a lucid dream.

She didn't get it. I asked her if she had ever had a dream where she knew she was dreaming...the old explaining lucid dreaming routine.

She seemed relatively interested, but she and her friend left. I was left alone. The restaurant was noisy. I wondered what all the commotion was. I finally leaned up to see a T.V. with the picture of a U.S. soldier in Iraq. I asked if someone was talking to their husband in Iraq. They said no.

I was a little "confus" and got tired of the noise, so I left. I went outside to see another dirt road with some women up ahead. I realized again, I'm dreaming!

All the women were unattractive, obese black women. I flew towards them hoping to find a cute one. No such luck. I kept flying down the road. I flew through a shanty town. On either side of the road, there were shacks made of metal roofing material. All had their back side to the road.

As I flew down the road, I looked at the homes and noticed everyone had a goat. Some people had two. I thought I should fly to the front of the homes, but I kept straight.

I finally came upon a young woman with strawberry blonde hair. She could have looked better. I looked away and looked back and she looked a bit better.

I looked for a place to lay her down. I saw an black iron bath tub that would never hold enough water to bathe in. It only came up about as high as a black iron pan.

I decided that would be too cold. I didn't want to lay her down in the dirt though. I went to lay her down so as not to waste any time, and a piece of plastic appeared under her. That was convenient.

I lay her down the same as with the first one, lifting her dress as I lay her down. Again, I nommed on her perfect breasts for a while, glad this is one of my few lucid capabilities.

I didn't want to leave her breast, but I wanted to taste her lips. I began to kiss her. It was yummaliscious. As I kissed her, I touched her below. She finally got into it (my DC's are often rather lifeless). She moaned, "Oh don't..." but she sounded like she was in ecstasy.

I don't remember the order of these dreams very well. I know that at one point in my FA, I was so mad that I had awakened from a lucid that I made an angry face gritting my teeth at which point I saw a yellow mist with a face gritting its teeth. I thought that made sense. I was seeing my emotion.

Also, between lucid's my alarm went off. I snoozed it and went back to bed and had the second lucid. I actually think I had two FA's, but I'm only certain of one.

Mixed in there, likely somewhere around the restaurant scene was another dream I had where I was in the office of an ogf Jennifer M. She looked great. Her office was positively opulent.

We were going to go somewhere, but she left and I stayed looking at a door that was right at a window looking several stories below. I liked the door to nowhere. Then I noticed another one.

I eventually left and saw a restaurant for the office building workers. It was dark and cozy, though a bit sterile. I walked through thinking how much I liked that an office cafeteria would make the dining room dark for an intimate environment at work.

As I came out, Jennifer came back to get me. I was kind of sad because she had such a good job and I didn't. She said she could get me an application. She walked over to an executive who gave her one. She came back and said, "I told you I could get you an application!" I was still sad because she could get anything with her looks and it had nothing to do with me deserving a job.

I then saw a vignette type corridor where the walls looked like an alien planet's cave landscape. I asked Jennifer to walked into it so I could take a picture of her. She did, though I never actually took the picture.