Not sure where this belongs in which subforum:

As I was walking through the city trying to be more aware in the effort of greater waking awareness inducing better awareness in dreaming to lead to lucidity, I had this insight: a walk through a city is much like a bunch of dream fragments all strung together without an overarching plot, as I passed one conversation after the next, one scene after another, always coming in mid-story and leaving before I understood its meaning. We often like to think that our lives have more unified plots to them than they do, and we do not pay enough attention to these partial wakelets (like dreamlets only while awake), fragments of our waking lives that we are unaware of mostly.