Lucid Time!

I am partially lucid observing a dream about a group of either four or five women who live in a monastery in Tibet and are tasked with defending it. I think this is part of a history documentary or something and an interpreter is telling us how they fight.
The sisters are supposedly all twins and are about 20 years old. They all wear bluish-grey robes and headbands with short black hair.
Each of the sisters has a long bamboo flute as their weapon. When they swing it, air rushes in one end and depending upon how fast or what angle they swing at determines the note that they play. This means that when fighting (along or as a team) they will play one note after another with each strike coming together as music. The music that they create helps them coordinate attacks.
It is basically the purest personification of the rhythm of combat.
I think I may have seen them briefly conduct a sparring battle with a monk trained in energy projection.

I am at some barbecue or graduation party in my neighborhood. There are a few full blown adults, but it's mostly for college and high school-age people like me. I can recall my crush from high school is there, even though she moved away.
One of the boys, (We'll just call him B) wants to have a contest to see who can eat the most hot dogs. I back down, but some other boys step up to the plate. B's dad is the one who is hosting the party, and he says he will cook up as many hotdogs as is necessary.
Well nobody was really talking to me or engaging me, so my Introvert powers activate.
I walk away from the party and preform a casual reality check as I walk up the street. That's how I became lucid.
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I don't recall a great deal of what happened next. Manei manifested somehow, and she convinced me to go back to the party. Nobody really seems to notice us.
But it's time to be a lucid show-off. I grab a napkin off of the table and tell everyone to gather around; that I have a party trick that I want to show everyone. I have decided to preform the Dynamo Jack trick where he uses chi/bio-electricity to ignite things.
It works, and of course, everyone is blown away. Everyone except the boys still having their hot dog eating contest. One of them stands up and proudly proclaims that he won the contest and ate fourteen hot dogs.
Then, I see that guy quiver. He turns around and pukes all over the table. Manei and me busted out laughing at the guy before I woke up.