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Before 8.30
Medium LD
After a brief interruption I chain back into a dream, but not lucidly. This time I am sitting on the bed, reading a paperback. My parents show up and start asking about what books I have read previously. Blank memory. Damn. I cannot recall anything. "Something about vampires?" I say, then admitting my inability to recall and blaming it on Aphantasia. -Since my memory is conceptual/verbal rather than visual, I can happily re-read books and re-watch films multiple times.

They change the subject and ask how my push-up challenge is going. I hop off the bed and start doing some push ups. They are completely effortless, as if my body has no weight. Ah. This must be a dream. I continue doing press ups and show off by getting a DC to sit on my back.
"How many can you do?"
"Like this? Infinite."
I get bored of doing push ups and tell them to gather their things. "We're going on an adventure!" I tell them. Figuring it would be nice to include my parents in a lucid dream for a change. (Might keep my mind out of the gutter as well. )

Outside the bedroom is a wide hallway with toilet signs, so I ask if anyone needs to go before we leave. They don't, so I head outside with everyone following me. There is a tornado in the distance and the winds are very strong. I demonstrate my super strength by climbing up the building and then holding on - the winds are strong enough to drag my body out horizontally from the wall.

We continue as a group and find an Indian looking bazaar. One of the shop/stall keepers is my friend ST, and a girl that introduces herself as Helen. I greet them before we continue to where the stalls are clustered around a valley of a dried up river bed. There is a sort of exhibit/display at one end of it, like a small ornamental water feature.

Then we arrive at the entrance to a museum of sorts. Mum wants to look around, so we walk around the various advertisement boards and go inside. The room contains large marble statues. They are around 25ft tall, so I levitate everyone in the group up to get a closer look. Then I sky-swim up and around the room as well.

Down on a table are a collection of orange plastic bags. The text on them reads Civil War. I go open one of the bags and find a special edition notepad and pen inside.