Pickman

My dream recall last night was pretty fragmented, but I remember being lucid. I'll get the non-lucid fragments out of the way first:

I am visited by an American comedian I like, he gets bored quickly so I take him to this crappy takeaway place. I queue up to pay for the food, and the cashier makes things unnecessarily complicated. While waiting for the cashier to sort things out, I meet an old school friend in the queue, and we complain about living in the town we grew up in.

I am resting on a couch. A magpie flies around the room and rests on my head.

A plane crashes into the sea near China. A group of Asian kids (Japanese? Korean? Not sure about nationality) survive and are separated from their families, and have to start new lives in China. I watch a BBC documentary about how they are mistreated in Chinese schools.

Here is the lucid dream:

I am being marched down a dark underground corridor by one of the managers from work. She is okay in real life, but in this dream she seems evil, like a concentration camp guard. I don't know where this corridor leads, but once I turn lucid, she stops moving and seems to freeze. I turn and try to talk to her, but she seems utterly still, like a mannequin. It's like she has become catatonic. The only movement is her eyes that look at me and follow me as I try to get her to react.

At first I just do the normal things, like say her name loudly, clap my hands in front of her face, gently pat her on the cheek. I get no response. She's like a shop dummy.

Then I slap her ass. I thought that might get a response, but still nothing. I had to have been lucid at this point, because there's no way I would have done that if I wasn't 100% certain I was dreaming.

I leave her and head back the other way up the corridor, looking for something fun to do.

I must have either woken up or lapsed into a non-lucid after this, because I remember nothing else.