First lucid in a LONG time.
Laying down in my bed. I get up, walk downstairs. My cousin that doesn't live with me is here. I ask him, "When did you get here?" He doesn't answer. He says hes going to a hotel. I tell him no, that they are unsanitary. I look in the mirror, and I have very short hair.. I usually have VERY long hair. I looked over at my mom in the kitchen. "Mom, when did I get my hair cut...?" She replied: "Oh, that's just your normal self, Derek." That was the reality check for me. I knew I was dreaming. I thought, "Oh, if this is a dream, I want my hair back.." I could feel it growing faster on my scalp. REALLY weird experience. How ironic, my cousin calls me and wakes me up from my first lucid in A LONG TIME and tells me hes coming over.
Boy, the power of the brain.
