Oerravaexinh

I wake up and look at the clock, then go back to sleep. I'm in a shopping centre and somebody I know is trying to get me going into a shop labelled 'Stargate', which sells merchandise and viewings for that show, which I've never watched, but I'm not interested because I don't think it sounds any good. At first I decide to go along anyway, although I think it is weird that they have such a niche place and it seems so successful. It occurs to me that I'm dreaming, and end up passionately lecturing someone about how they're just part of my dream, but in the end I start to think I might be awake after all and I am left feeling embarrassed. (This might have happened in a prior dream or a different scene, I can't quite place it at the moment.)

In the end I decide to go home instead (and the dream just skips from scene to scene, no need to walk anywhere) and I look at the clock in the car, but realise that every time I look at it, the time is different. At one point, it has the year on the end, 1932, and it occurs to me that it's a classic dream sign. I don't want to make another scene if I'm wrong, but with the case so strong, I end up getting out of the car to try and explore the dream world. I think about shouting for more clarity as you're supposed to do, but decide that would attract too much attention if it's not really a dream. I try spinning instead, but the only result is vertigo, and then the dream ends not too long after.

Between then and waking up, or maybe before the others, there is a fragment where I see a comedy sketch, except it was done wrong or something. When I did wake up, I notice that the time is over an hour earlier than the time I remember from when I woke up beforehand. It was probably a false awakening, and one that felt very real compared to the other dreams at that.