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

Brush with Lucidity

I was on some a team of soldiers. We wore black, and so did the enemy. It was only pretend, but it became real.

The enemy had machine guns while my side had gloves that could shoot out of the fingers. We were facing off with the enemy when we all decided to take a deep breath and think over what was happening.

We all slowed it down and backed off a little. I wished I could float to make a smooth, quiet retreat, so I said to a friend, "I wish we were lucid."

My friend said, "Lift your thumb!" The idea was that if we were lucid, lifting a thumb should give us the lift we needed to levitate, then we could move backwards in flight.

I lifted my thumb, but it didn't work. Another brush with lucidity that absolutely failed.