lucid

I had three lucids, but could only remember a fragment of the second and the whole of the third. My recall suffered last night presumably because I went to bed a bit stressed and very late.

Fragment of nonlucid
I remember at one point waking up and going to our kitchen. There was this cook/cleaner lady there who we hired in the dream. She kept moaning and complaining about everything and was generally obnoxious. I got a glass of water and drank it. She was wearing an apron and was quite old.
A while later we had another housekeeper lady and we sat down for dinner. There were baked beans, potatoes and chicken. Everyone loved the meal.

Fragment of Second Lucid
I became lucid and wanted to go outside. My sister was walking past so I decided to look her in the eyes and see if her face was normal in the dream. It was. I can't remember anything else from the dream.

Fragment of nonlucid
I was fighting this massive orc guy in armour. We both had battleaxes and the only way to hurt him was wait until he attacks, parry and then counter, like in Assassin's Creed. Just attacking him was bound to fail - he parried everything flawlessly. But there was a problem - he wouldn't attack for ages. It was as if he'd glitched out or something. I took a few steps backwards. He was on this pedestal a few steps up. He just stood there looking at me. I attacked, he parried, sending my axe flying across the sandy courtyard. I ran backwards and picked up a sword. But the guy wouldn't move, and I can't remember anything else.

Third Lucid Dream
My dad, brother and I were walking around town which was bursting with pickpockets. Seriously, everytime we paused to look at something, they'd all be all around my dad like flies. He kept pushing them away. One time we went into a public toilet and as my brother and I were peeing, my dad had already finished and there were about three pickpockets on him, and he was pushing them away. We finished and then went towards him, shooing the pickpockets away. One of them said, "We know what make your wallet is now" to my dad.
We kept going and outside the toilets I asked dad if they'd succeeded in stealing anything. He said he doesn't think so.
"They're not getting my bracelet," he said, "and definitely not my necklace." I thought what? My dad wears jewellery? But sure enough, I saw a gold chain around his neck. I got the impression that they were given to him by his wife...but not my mum. Suddenly he wasn't my dad anymore. He was Phil Dunphy from Modern Family.
And the dream fastforwarded a few years, to a time when his wife had died. Phil had gone insane, his life didn't mean anything to him. I remember seeing him run out of a house, an American-type house. He was holding a knife of some sort with a weird contraption on it. He turned back towards the house. Another man came out with an identical knife and threw it. That knife whizzed through the air, but didn't rotate - instead it just flew like a homing missile. Phil blocked it with a rectangular piece of colourful material, probably made out of something like kevlar. The knife burrowed its tip into the material, still trying to get him.Then it retreated and hung in the air like a wasp. I saw the construction - it was a normal army knife, except it had attached to it at the bottom what looked like a magazine from a Tommy gun from those gangster movies. The component was round and made of metal. It was responsible for the knife being able to fly.
The two men went back inside, talking about how fun the game was. I followed and suddenly became an actual person as opposed to just a viewpoint. Phil, tired, sat down in my nan's chair and suddenly we were in my house. Me and the other guy sat down at opposite sides of a little table in front of Phil.
"Take out the pens" said Phil. I went over to a little cupboard and took out two more knives, but they had much narrower blades, clearly designed for thrusting and not cutting at all. They looked deadly, and had pens tied to the blades. I extended one pen over the edge of the blade, Phil did the same with his. I retreated back to the table.
"And now we shall play with theeeseeee" said Phil in his crazy voice. The other guy looked at me, terrified. I looked at him in the same way. I decided a swift exit was of highest priority. I got up and ran for the door. Phil screamed in rage and I could hear him going after me. As I was leaving, I saw the other guy put on a world war II helmet and curling up in his seat. I ran out of my house.
About halfway to the gate, I realised it was a dream. The garden was sunny and I had seen this setting too many times before not to realise I was in a dream. Suddenly my priority became to get rid of Phil so I could get on with my lucid. I stopped by the gate and turned around. Phil was running towards me, almost foaming at the mouth. I raised my hand kinda like Neo does in The Matrix Reloaded to stop all the bullets, and I willed Phil to stop. When he was about a meter away, he did freeze indeed, and then I waved my hand to the right. He was thrown on the floor with an invisible force. He was alive, but visibly hurt, though I'm pretty sure non-lethally. He seemed to be in a lot of pain. I concluded he would no longer be a problem in this dream.
I turned around and climbed over the gate. Once over I stabilized the dream by paying attention to my surroundings the feel of my feet on the street. I held out my hand and willed and imagined a sword materializing in it. Nothing happened. I tried again, with no luck. I racked my brains to try to remember other ways of summonning objects. And I remembered one.
"Oh wait, I REMEMBER: I put a LIGHTER in my POCKET" I said, very pointedly. Suddenly I was wearing a coat and put my hand into my right pocket. There was a lighter. I pulled it out. It was quite big and just made of plain shiny steel. I produced a flame and held it up. There were two dogs looking at me from a balcony of the house to my right, and I showed them the flame, impressed with myself. Then I put the lighter back in my pocket and said,
"I swear I remember putting a SWORD in my other pocket." And I reached into my left pocket hoping beyond hope that there'd be something in there. I felt some loose paper, but I closed my hand around something that felt more solid and pulled it out. It was a stiletto of sorts, still in its sheaf, quite light. It was still bigger than what could realistically fit in my pocket, but not as big as a sword. Still, I was quite pleased with myself. Still holding the sword I came to a crossroads. I thought I'd explore my subconsciousness a bit.
"Subconscious, show yourself!" I shouted. My voice was louder than I expected. I hoped that my physical body was well paralysed and not screaming in bed.
The streets, which had up until now been eerily lifeless, came to life. I heard barking behind me and turned around. Behind one of the houses' fences was a medium sized dog, running up and down the fence and barking at me. I looked around - there was a Jeep coming to me up the road. It stopped right next to me. There was the driver - a middle aged man, either bald or losing hair, I can't remember - next to him a large dog, what looked like a cross between a Collie and a German Shepherd, and then in the back sat my sister and another dog. I opened the back door and climbed in. I looked at the driver.
"Are you supposed to be my subconscious?"
The man shook his head and looked at the dog next to him on the passenger seat. My gaze followed his. I suddenly realised that I wasn't looking at a dog, rather a man. Morgan Freeman to be precise, except he looked older than he is and he had something distinctly dog-like about him.
"YOU'RE my subconscious?! Morgan Freeman?!" I said, laughing. Morgan smiled and nodded. "You look a bit...different" I said.
"You don't look so bad yourself," he replied. The driver laughed. "I like the hair. It suits you." I thanked him. Lately in real life my hair was getting quite long.
"Anyway," I said, wanting to get on with more meaningful interactions with my subconscious, "where are we going?" We were driving up the road and then turned left onto the main road between Warsaw and Lublin. We were going towards Warsaw.
"Well, your sister will explain." said Morgan.
I turned to my sister. She started going on about our friend's birthday party and how she didn't have any shoes to wear. Then the dream ended and I woke up. Goddamnit subconscious.

It was a third-person viewing of a guy with some kind of silver medallion exploring these Stonehenge-like ruins for something like the Key to Lucidity I think. There was a compass which pointed in different directions depending on where in the ruin you were.
I was sitting with my siblings in a room and became lucid. I decided to make the lucid last and for a while just sit on the floor in a meditative position and just be aware and be lucid. So I did. My mum came in with a basket of laundry and started talking a lot about nothing much, as she always does, and I just imagined her lips shutting to make her shut up. It didn't seem to be working very well, but then she turned to me and asked, "Are you trying to shut me up?" I nodded. She smiled and walked away. I sat on the floor another half a minute or so, just contemplating the dream and lucidity.
Then I decided I would go have sex, so I got up and went outside to give into my dream libido. Just then, the dream ended.

I woke up. "Crap, the Tasks of the Month!" I thought, and went back to sleep.

I appeared in my room, it was dark. I was unsure first whether it was a dream, in fact I thought it wasn't, but the self-awareness I had been doing all day suggested otherwise when I felt it in the dream. The cupboards were open for some reason, so I tried to telekinetically close a window by forcing it shut with my will, which didn't work. Then I tried a much lighter approach, just waving my hand while having the intention in my mind of the window closing, and it worked a dream (pun intended). I then did the same with all the cupboards, and opened the door onto the corridor in the same way.
I went into the living room and because it was night time, I quickly pushed the Moon out of the way and pushed the Sun up. The Sun was small and square like in Minecraft, but it provided enough light for it to feel like a warm summer's sunny day. Once this was done, I went outside, paying attention to my surroundings and stabilizing the dream as I went. Some people walked past my house; I remembered the foreign word basic task of the month and I started running towards them shouting, "Hey! Hey you!" they turned around and walked up to the gate to my garden.
"Give me a word in a foreign language!", I said, hoping I'd remember once they did, and hoping they won't turn out to be unhelpful DC's.They were what looked like a group of students - I think there were four, a girl, two guys of average height and one tall guy, standing at the back. The tall guy spoke in a friendly tone:
"Rystkievin". At least I'm pretty sure it was Rystkievin, I made an effort to remember it. I repeated it to be sure, and he did also, nodding. The "vin" part was pronounced in the French way of pronouncing "vin".
"What does it mean?", I asked.
"Everyone has a right to fair play.", he said. A DC that actually talked sense. Wow. I can actually imagine how there would be a foreign word or expression to mean that kind of thing.
I thanked the DC's and they walked away. Then I remembered the other task - rob a bank with a banana! I exited the gate and went left, and neighbouring my house was some kind of building with a couple of shops in it and some kind of Starbucks drive-thru or something. I had tried to incubate a bank to be built there in my mental map before I went to sleep, but I half-assed it so all that appeared was this building.
I wasn't sure if there was a bank in there. Oh well, I wasn't going to be defeated. I noticed this one particular room of the building, accessible from a little outdoor corridor which was drilled into the building, in which there were heaps and stacks of banknotes. The room was shut behind a metal fence door, but I didn't have much of a problem opening it. It was a bank vault. As soon as I went in, alarms went off but I also noticed I had accomplices with me. About three other guys, all in masks and holding machine guns. I also had a machine gun, but it was a Lego one and I could only pretend to shoot from it, although it seemed that it could kill people just fine.
There was a little table in the middle with heaps of "50" banknotes on it, and one of my accomplices pocketed most of the money. I said I'd take the remainder just in case we got split up and stuffed the notes into my pocket. At that point, some people at the door started shooting at us and we started shooting back. We killed all but about one, who had one of our guys as a hostage with a gun to his head. My guys put their hands up; I hid behind the table. Then the guy said there was another guy hidden in the ventilation shaft, a sniper ready to kill us, and he let go of our guy. At this point I stood up from cover and pretend shot a few rounds into the ventilation shaft on the wall, my men shot the last guy. We got out of there with the money and all split up. Then I was walking down the street and wanted to summon my girlfriend for a bit of fun, pleased that I had completed the TotM. She didn't appear however, and I woke up.

"Rob a bank with a BANANA" I thought, annoyed at myself that I had used machine guns. I fell asleep again, desperate to rectify my mistake.

My family and I were eating strawberries with cream in my room. There's nothing really unusual about that. But then my self-awareness kicked in; I suddenly questioned the reality I was in. But it all seemed so real. I was questioning my reality but didn't believe it to be a dream - then I did the nose pinch reality check. Sure enough, I could breathe. I couldn't believe it! It took me completely by surprise. I immediately went outside my house, repeating arithmetic calculations in my head all the while to make sure I keep my logic active in the dream and stay lucid. I also paid attention to my surroundings, stabilizing the dream. I went out of the gate to my house and turned left again, and came upon the same building again. "Rob the bank with a BANANA", I thought, and looked around. Behind me there was what looked like a massive inflatable banana lying on the floor. I grabbed it with my right hand and made a magical gesture with my left, shrinking the banana to normal size and properties - it now looked exactly like a regular banana, only I didn't think to taste it. I went into the building and went behind this counter. Behind the cashier's place I could see the entrance to the bank vault - it was like I was looking at a mini bank of some sort.
There was no cashier. Wielding the banana, I went up to the till (which was conveniently left wide open) and pocketed a handful of notes, so technically I did steal from a bank, even though I didn't rob the vault. I turned and saw my dad, who was holding some kind of keyring thing with a button on it. He pressed it.
"Now we will see if they respond. You better not have stolen that money."
I pushed past him and ran out of the door. Alarms went off. He started talking about how I will never amount to much and how the best thing I ever did was join a church choir and how at that point he thought I was going to grow up into a good person but I disappointed him. Amused, but wanting to run away from the police, I went left out of the door and sprinted into the bushes. I ran through a wooded bit and came out onto an asphalt road - there was a black audi coming down it.
It occurred to me that it was an unmarked police car, but I kept running. They turned on their lights and sirens and drove down the road in my direction. They stopped about 5 metres away from me.
"Stay the f**k away, I have a f***ing banana!", I screamed, and I held up my banana. The policemen looked terrified.
"S**t, another psycho bank robber!" shouted one of them.
I turned around and kept running through a little grassy square. The dream dissolved around me and I woke up, at 6:50am, having had three lucid dreams and being unable to go back to sleep because I managed to complete two TotMs and had three lucids before it was even anywhere close to my usual wake up time.

First Dream

I woke up in the hallway of my house,in a dream, and remember seeing my nan talking to someone else, and I was irritated that they woke me up so I can't lucid dream. I checked the time; 8:20am. I then went back to sleep, remember hearing buzzing and feeling water in my ears and entering another dream - I thought I had successfully WILD'ed, but later on of course realized it was just an FA and then a DILD.I was lucid. I appeared in my room and the lamps were on, I ran outside my room to the living room. It was night time outside. Both my siblings were on the couch, and I told them that I was lucid dreaming. My brother said, "cooool" skeptically. I went up to the door of my living room which opens onto the garden and looked up at the sky. There I saw the Moon, so I thought it'd be cool to change the time to day, so I held up my right hand and pushed the moon down across the sky, and then once the Sun appeared on the horizon I pushed it up to about noon. It became day and sunny. Pleased with myself, I ran outside and tried to summon Ani, this girl I had created in my imagination, because I wanted to do it as a kind of experiment if I could design people and bring them into my dreams. I held out my hand behind me and imagined her and willed her to appear like with Justin Bieber the other night, but instead my girlfriend appeared.
Still, I wasn't complaining. It wasn't exactly what I wanted but since I haven't seen my girlfriend for about a month and won't see her for another few weeks because I'm on holiday, I thought it could be a fun dream anyway. We made out in front of my house in the sunshine, laughing all the way. It was a beautiful experience. Then I stood up, not wanting to use my whole dream up on kissing, said my goodbye and walked onto the road. I then proceeded to walk to our local shop, the shelves of which were very unusually empty and there were people everywhere all holding the same item, which I can't remember what it was but I think big cartons of apple juice. They were all arguing and complaining, and then I remember seeing my dad start touching up some random guy, so I without further ado I got out of there. Outside I tried to materialize an apple pie in my right hand but it wouldn't appear, though I did feel some tingling.
I then saw a massive chair factory to my left, and decided that my siblings and I should try to rob it. We ran over there and my brother and I started loading chairs into this forklift-like vehicle. The chairs were all flatpacked, and I broke one accidentally when I dropped it. The people at the factory soon noticed, but there was also another gang of furniture thieves who occupied their attention. I think that by that point I had lost most of my lucidity, because why the hell would I be stealing chairs in a lucid dream?
In any case, then someone intervened and said that we'd play a game of cops and robbers of sorts, and the chair thieves would be in teams and be given a head start and then we'd get chased down. But in the end it came down to me sprinting away from the factory and these people trying to chase me down. When I came out of the factory grounds, I saw my old physics teacher coming the opposite direction and he said, "On my start" and I stopped and said I had already started. He winked and told me that he was trying to help me. So I kept running. But I was running my fastest when this girl caught up to me and tapped my back, like it was a game of It. I stopped, knowing that I'd lost. But then sprayed a deck of cards in her face, for which I got criticised by my physics teacher. Yeah, no lucidity at all by that point.
I woke up and looked at my phone: 7:58am.

Second Dream

A few friends and I were at some kind of airport, waiting for someone's auntie. When she came I decided she was definitely a MILF. Then we were walking down a street close to my house and BAM, lucidity. I broke away from the group and decided to go have sex with someone, since I sensed that the dream was really shallow anyway and would end quite soon. There were numerous girls on bicycles but they were quite fast, so I telekinetically made their bikes break down and stop. But I was way too picky damnit. After stopping one or two girls I saw another one pass me, and she was very fit. So I waved my hand, imagining the front wheel of the bike coming off. It did, but the bike turned into a car. It spun out on the hard shoulder of the road. I went up to the car. A man also did, opened the door and sat inside, talking to the woman. They were husband and wife. I opened the door, grabbed the man's head and threw it out of the car, the body vanished. She looked at me horrified as I sat next to her.
She said, "You just threw a human head out of the car!"
Me: "Nonono, it was just a piece of dust." - just wanting to get the talking over with.
Her: "No, it was definitely a human head."
Me: "No it wasn't! It was just some dust!" And I sidled over to her, admiring her body. And then the dream dissolved too quickly for me to do anything in the way of stabilization, and vanished. I woke up.

Dream

I was travelling with two people - a guy and a girl. I remember having a camp somewhere snowy, blizzardy even, and I remember that we were getting chased by this monster thing. Soon I was in my house, with the guy and girl nowhere to be seen, but there were guards patrolling outside the house, protecting me. I had some kind of electric superpower, so because I was bored I pointed my hands towards the window and charged my power, just in time for one of the guards to walk past my window. I couldn't stop myself and electrocuted him. He fell down, pale as dead people are. Another guard quickly ran over and inspected the body, trying to wake him up. The eyes jolted open and the guard started. The eyes then closed. I knew what was going on - the bad magic that was following us was turning the guard into a zombie.
I ran out of my room into the corridor and then the living room, hearing a scream from the guard and an exclamation along the lines of, "He bit me!" and then he entered through the front door. I asked if he'd been bitten. He showed me his arm, with a nasty, swelled up bite on his forearm. I knew there was no hope for him so I was gonna kill him, but then realised he can still fight and killing him would turn him into a zombie anyway. Meanwhile, the other guard, now turned into a ghostly white, toddler-sized monster with a relatively big head, small torso and spider-like arms and legs ran into the room and burrowed into the wall.
There were by now other people in the room, trying to see where the monster thing went. Cracks started appearing in the walls and ceiling before it re-emerged from the wall, ran a bit along it. I electrocuted it but it recovered quickly. Turns out, these things were notoriously difficult to kill. People were trying to hack it with swords, there appeared more monsters, it turned into a battle. I was electrocuting every nonhuman thing I could find. In amidst the chaos there was what looked like a young woman with completely black eyes (as in, no whites could be seen) and black hair. She was actually pretty hot even though her eyes were so strange. She turned out to be some vampire-like being, only without fangs, and she was commandeering the monsters. She grabbed my hand and bit it, but not in a vicious way at all, more like seductively. I looked at my hand and saw what looked essentially like a lovebite. I felt myself getting worried that I'd turn into a zombie, but then I thought, "wait, this is a dream, I won't turn into a zombie".
I became lucid.
I thought it was tempting to have sex with this woman...but then I remembered my LD goals and how I've wanted to punch Justin Bieber for ages and how I recently read about a summoning DC technique that might work. I ran outside through my front door and fell onto the grass, stabilizing the dream.Just in front of my house I put my hand behind me, imagined Justin Bieber and willed him to take my hand. Once he did, I led him around to in front of me. He was grinning like an idiot and didn't have a hat that I imagined him with, but it was Bieber nonetheless. I proceeded to make a solid punch across his face. He spun around on the spot and toppled onto the floor. Mission accomplished. The dream was destabilizing so I threw myself down onto the grass again, but the dream dissolved and I woke up.

I really hope this has broken my dryspell for good. I woke up a couple of times in the night and experienced the lucid in my eighth hour of sleep, which I guess shows that I should be able to have lucids on school days too.

11/1/2013

Fragment of 1st Dream: My house in Poland seems to be a big dreamsign. I'll make sure to utilise that in a mantra or something.
Sitting on my sofa in said house, I observe one of my cats, the older brown/black stripy one, playing with this random guy in my living room. He's tall and well-built, but his body is constantly changing texture and looks so at one moment he's a massive cat, at another a guy. My cat jumps up and slaps him in the face playfully, then runs away down the corridor, and the guy laughingly chases after it. The next bit I remember is looking at some kind of card with information about him - turns out he's mentally disabled somehow, has got some syndrome I cannot now recall.

Fragment of 2nd Dream: I am on some train station, presumably Dartford where I always take the train from to go home, but it looks nothing like that station, it looks more like Charing Cross or something similar. A train rolls in but is too fast and stops right at the end of the platform; I have to hurry to get in before the doors close, and make a little jump at the end because the last door has stopped already beyond the platform. The carriage has two floors, is dark and has a rather strange layout. There is only one noticeable passenger on the first floor, and I take a seat. The train begins to move and my recall ends.
3rd Fragment of 3rd Dream: I am looking down the ranks of an 18th century army. This probably stems from my playing Empire: Total War quite a lot. They are up on a little hill, and the weather is very grey, a darkish overcast. The sea of rifles twitch here and there, before the whole line leveling their guns and shooting a multitude of times. A lot of smoke clouds the area, and a lot of enemies, who are charging up the landmass, fall in agony. Dream recall ends here.

Lucid Dream:
Now onto the good stuff I am in my house, in Poland yet again, and there seem to be two severed man anatomy parts that belong to my friend that for some reason I have the responsibility to carry and deposit in the waste bin. I pick them up, walk into my living room and immediately realise that I'm dreaming, so I put the things I'm carrying on a windowsill and quickly look at my hands. They look normal, but that doesn't shake my beliefs in the questionable reality of the dreamworld. I rub them together for stabilisation and concentrate on the sensations I get from it, as well as becoming aware of my surroundings like I would IRL practising ADA. The dream instantly gains in clarity and I get quite excited, since this dream broke my dryspell that I thought to be virtually unbreakable for a short period of time. I walk out of my house, or rather run out, paying close attention to the vivid details around me, and feeling the grass beneath my feet, etcetera - it was a beautiful summer's day, a couple white clouds in the sky. I walk up to the fence of my house; now at this point I always jump over it using my super jumping ability for faster travel, but I noticed that the fence was higher than usual. I try to jump, but, just as I expected, failed. I don't have any volition to battle my subconscious, so I walk around to the gate.
My dad's there, and he takes out the key to the gate to open it for me. Before he does so, however, I pull the gate willing it to open, and it does. My dad's surprised, but he says that the heat must have expanded the metal somehow, possibly causing the mechanism to break which enabled me to open the gate. I don't even look at him, just walk out onto the street. I remember this street from so many of my lucid dreams before, as the vast majority seem to take place here. I look to the left, where the road continues for about a hundred metres and then goes into a wheat field. More close is a turning, which leads past some houses into a forested area. That direction is unpopulated however, which I feel wouldn't make for an interesting dream, so I turn around and look down the other end of the street - to my surprise, the street ends very promptly, as it goes up to a house about ten metres away. The house is made out of dark wood, and it has a lot of trees in its garden, providing nice shade along the area. Immediately to the left of me and opposite my house there is another field, littered with daisies and bees and wasps buzzing around. A path goes through this field into the garden of the house, so I start walking through it but decide to turn back because of the wasps, which I have a bit of a phobia of, especially in dreams. Back at the road, however, I notice there is another path I can take which is much closer to the house and only infringes a little bit on the field, so I use it.
I walk around the wooden fence of the house and end up in its garden, where a DC of a woman is cutting some planks on a table. A girl who came in from the field goes to help her by the woman's request, and impales her finger on some of the nails sticking out of the wood, but there's no blood to be seen. I walk past them, saying to my dream, "An ambulance is needed here!" there is a glass door that allows me to go through to the second half of the garden, and push it open just as an ambulance pulls up in front of the house. I laugh to myself at my own power over my dream. I then turn left and notice a door to the inside of the house. Deciding to try dream control which I had never succeeded in before, I wanted my room from my house to be behind the door and swung it open. Sure enough, my room was there, but I didn't have a firm idea of what it looked like in my head before opening the door, so it was just a generic bedroom with a small table and a lamp in the middle.
I tried again, closing the door and this time visualising specifically my room. Again I pulled the door open to reveal exactly what I had hoped: an exact replica of my room, a wormhole into my house so to speak. I rested against the doorframe for a couple of seconds, looking simultaneously into my room and outside of the house I was next to. It was amazing, manipulating reality like that. Then, I came out of my bedroom and closed the door once more, and when I opened it this time, willing a banana to materialise inside, I saw, sure enough, the small table in the middle bearing a bowl with one banana in it. A male DC also materialised, facing away from me, eating another banana. I laughed at my subconscious' caprice to include him, since I didn't ask for him. But I thought I'd give him a nice surprise before I went my way, and closed the door, willed a brothel into existence and opened it again. The room was roughly the same size, but now there was a long central table either side of which two rows of asian-looking prostitutes, sure enough, sat, giggling and talking amongst themselves. The guy stood there dumbfounded, but with a smile taking over his face. I personally decided to get involved a little bit.
A lot of things ensued which I am reluctant to post on a public forum.
My family came in partway through but I was still lucid, so didn't really mind. Then the world turned to mist and I could feel there was no way to stop myself from waking up. Then, well, I woke up.