FryingMan

jet lag wearing off, starting to sleep normal nights.
I had a lot more dreams than represented here but I'm focusing on lucidity at night, not long, detailed recall.

+ Tribes inventory station: jetting/running/skating to it, repairing it, and trying to use it but enemy arrives too early, dodge to avoid shots

+(f) Staying still in a dark place trying to avoid detection from a huge (crocodile?) beast that is chasing us

+(f, vague, impressions) interacting with people on pathways

+ (vivid, present) surprised: neighbor has constructed a BBQ gate blocking traffic to the cul-de-sac in the street outside family home partially blocking our driveway

+ (f) I'm trying to find the right couch in the right room so I can sit and watch TV. Trying to remember rooms and couch arrangements. Sit down finally, and I look back and see the doorknob of the front door bulge into the house and turn and my family is coming home I think.

+ walking through long corridors in public transport station (bus/airport?), realize my bag is gone, panic: has it been stolen or have I just forgotten it somewhere? Trying to remember and retrace my steps

I'm standing in a crowd of people and someone's talking our picture. A woman is standing to my right and she is starting to press into me: her arm, her left breast. She's coming on to me. She tells me that I should call her. I ask how to find her number, she tells me to use the phone book and gives more data about how to get her number.

+ walking through crowd, angry at enemies, grab some people and snap their spines with my strength, one of them I just force to the ground, I'm concerned the crowd will gather against me.

Stepping onto "subway" (open-air moving walkway at ground level), my wife calls me, as I'm heading into a tunnel soon, I say "QUICK! WHAT IS IT! 10-9-8-7-6-5-4-3-2-1 NOW!" (the people around me get startled as I say this, I think they think I'm counting down for a bomb). My wife then gets angry with me saying there's no reason she should have to hurry up about asking her question.

I'm walking down a street with large mall area ahead of me, I see the entrance to another subway station there and head for it so I can get home. I encounter an open plaza with guitar players. The first one I see is squatting on a foot-wide railing of the central platform wearing white platform shoes? I think it's a female then I see a profile and notice a large belly and a scraggly beard. I look around the platform and there are two more guitar performers: they're all singing and playing the same piece. I see their finger moving: fast and accurate finger picking, and I admire the skill it takes to play like that and feel depressed that I'll probably never be that good on guitar.