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

A Hippy Friend

I was with a hippy friend of mine. She used to talk to me sometimes. She was with her boyfriend and I was jealous.

They got in a small pick-up truck. I started to get in also, but for some reason, I could only get on the rear bumper and hang on. I was afraid of falling off as we went down the road.

A tire was in the bed of the truck. The girl (I) gave it a small push and it rolled out of the truck, which was bad for me for some reason, somehow though, it rolled back in the truck.

I ended up in a room with her, and her boyfriend wasn't there. She left the room.

I wanted to take her, so I thought I might be dreaming. I had a hard time finding my hands, but I kept looking. Finally I found my hand and counted. As usual, I started out with what seemed to be five fingers, but then there were several.

Realizing I was dreaming, I took off my underwear. It got caught up around my feet. I spent my time trying to get it off from around my feet. She never came back in before I woke up.

My alarm woke me up.

I went back to bed and thought about the girl. I was lucid right away, and did a hand RC (my favorite). Then my alarm went off again.

My alarm goes off every five minutes. I keep saying I'll change that. I'm going to mark this as two lucids...even though they sucked.

I've had a total of about 4 that ended right when they started. I'm going to break those out of my total so I can know how many times I've successfully become lucid, and how many times I had any kind of a dream to speak of at all. I consider it a success to re-enter a lucid. It just sucks the way it happens sometimes.