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Lots of little sort of fragmented experiences, 3 fairly longer dreams but each made up of fragments.

+ driving to work, feel the road is wrong, I at the last moment take an exit with a strong feeling I'd be going the wrong way, I had glanced at a road sign and felt I needed to take one of those exits. I'm then taking an on-ramp, it's like I'm on a motorcycle, I rotate back the throttle and will myself to go faster as my bike accelerates on the circular on-ramp and on to the freeway.

+(f) with a woman and her daughter: I say for them to meet me at the store front and I'll (give them a ride home?)

+ I'm coming up to a small food kiosk (like in a food court), there is a choice of two different ones: Mexican place with burritos on the right, and an Asian noodle place on the left. There are wooden bars in front of the Asian place on the left where I really want to go. There's a woman inside and I knock on the wood to get her attention for service. She is eating from a large bowl with rice and things in it. She looks up at me and shakes her head, indicating that they're closed for the moment. I guess it's there lunch time and everybody there is eating now, I wonder about how I could know ahead of time that this is their lunch and avoid this time.

+ I'm closely inspecting and observing a rechargeable battery recharging station/device. It is a large device with many many slots in it for many different types of batteries. Each slot has tiny red print describing exactly what kind of battery goes into this slot. I'm amazed at the tiny writing and think someone with a steady hand and a really fine pen/sharp pencil wrote those notes. I think I want to buy a recharger here (in America?) and take it back home.

+(f) I'm with my dad and I'm showing receipts, there was some question of whether I had bought (2 things). I take out the receipts and look at them, they're small square white pieces of paper with black printing on them (machine generated), and I show them and this proves I bought those two things.

+ futuristic spray that explains everything, you learn all about a person's experiences from a device selecting the questions you want to ask, this saves time.

+ I'm DO in space, the situation is that there are journeys that go out and comeback once a generation. When they returns things have changed. For the first 3 trips the space stations around Earth get bigger each time (I see each of the larger and more complex stations). On the (4th?) return trip, space has been commercialized. There are now store space stations, rotating, this seems comical and I chuckle to myself as I glance at one rotating station (from a distance) and try to make out the "Target" name that I know is there.

Then I'm inside a store in a space station, in the aisles of a department store. Women staff (who look part-pig) are promoting perfume that changes your personal characteristics (makes you stronger? Truthful? <don't remember exactly>), and is being demonstrated on little donut/anemone things that pulsate open and closed on a counter.

I'm talking with a woman who's been sprayed by a perfume that makes people around her know things about her without having to ask. This saves time by avoiding small-talk. I'm holding a device with switches and buttons on it that when pressed also give you knowledge about her history, to save time having to ask.

I'm standing under an overhang that contains automated turrets firing energy bolts at me. I'm shooting the turrets, but my energy gun has no effect. I switch to a "boomstick" (shotgun) and shoot a turret point blank range, it seems to stop firing but is not destroyed (and starts shooting again?)

I'm walking in the mall/department store, come around a corner and walk past a (naked?) pink/red-skinned pig-woman who is facing a screen. Then she is sitting on my bare leg, I notice she has overly-pronounced genitals, and I feel them on my leg.

Spoiler for sexual moment:

I reach around to her front (she is facing away from me) and feel her (ahem), she is sopping wet, I feel the warmth as well

+ bowling; we have 4 lanes at the rightmost edge against the wall of the bowling alley. I bowl a ball on the 2nd lane from the wall. I'm thinking because I'm left-handed that even bowling against the right wall won't bother me, but it might bother right-handed people. My lane is not turned on yet, I think about hitting a button to get the attention of the front desk, but then I see the pins getting set up still in the dark and then the light turns on. I'm trying to position myself properly on the correct starting foot arrows but the ball return is in my way and my right leg is pressing up against it. I make my approach and aim for the 2nd arrow like always, expecting the ball to go down the left side of the alley curving towards the head pin but instead my shot goes badly to the right crossing over to the right side of the lane. At one point I'm face with having to makie a 2-pin the two pins are in the middle of the lane about half-way down, the pin on the left is more forwards so I will need to aim at it first. I'm trying to decide how I should approach making this spare. I have to hurry up because the 2nd pin is moving, it is sliding backwards, and its angle relative to the more forward pin is changing. (Because some people are standing in the lane and moving it?) I bowl and instead of rolling on the ground the ball flies through the air and hits the forward pin on its head and then the ball bounces off to the right, (missing the 2nd pin?), I'm a bit surprised that the ball went through the air

+ JG in CH, kitchen, sister's room, outside at the intersection
JG is in my CH and I'm trying to get alone with her. We're at the kitchen sink and there are dishes in there.

Outside on the street at the intersection of F and S, there's a car standing there and JG is there?

Inside CH upstairs in sister's bedroom, JG is in bed under the covers and I think looking at me seductively. My BF MR is in the room but not paying us attention and I ignore him. I go to JG and am feeling frisky but she rebuffs me telling me I have "too much complacency". "complacency" echoes in my head for a while as I try to figure this situation out.

1) The dream starts off in white. I'm walking through a town that has been bombed in the past. Some of the buildings are in ruins. The street has been re-layed around all the old rubble and metalwork which juts out awkwardly. Then I'm in a modern shopping centre, and inside a dark restaurant. There's a man sitting at a table, I'm in a spy film of some sort, I show something to him. Then I spot a lady that is involved with the spy film in the distance through a window, I let my accomplice know and she watches her. I go out of the other door and decide that I should fly over to the woman.
I'm flying high in the wide open space of a shopping mall. I see a girl drinking something sitting in a corner and fly down towards her, someone says "he must like you!", and I realise it's not the woman I was looking for and veer off to the left and up again. I was doing aerobatics swooping high up in the air then down again quite enjoying it.
Suddenly the dream changed. I was in a car driving along a cold dark busy road. I could feel snow landing on my face. I looked around to find where it was coming from but couldn't see anything open so just accepted it, I felt freezing cold.
Then I was walking through a tube station, someone asked me to put money in a collecting bucket. I saw someone collapse out of a lift door, everyone ignored him so I went over to help. He was having a fit. I held him to protect his head as he fitted, I looked at my watch, he had been fitting for 6 minutes, so I thought give it another few minutes before needing to call an ambulance. He was coming around and pointed to his arm which was at a funny angle, so I straightened it for him. There was a group of medical students coming over I hoped they weren't going to start taking over. A man came over to me and asked if this was my bag, I looked in and saw it was my wife's, she was there and I told her that mine had been stolen whilst I was helping the man and all my money, credit cards and phone had been stolen.

2) Doing the walk I used to do between my flat and medical school in London. At the first set of traffic lights I start turning left then remember that I have to go straight ahead. It's dark and I find myself on the wrong path, looking down I can see the correct path. Then on a downhill path it's all a bit surreal a racing car pulls up beside me but it's stuck on a track and turns at a funny angle and gets stuck, I'm pleased as I walk past it.

Semi-Lucid

I hesitate to call this a true lucid dream since I never broke free of the storyline, yet I had full control of my body.
I am approaching the dark dead end of a hallway. There is an intermittent security light that slides slowly back and forth over a small box embedded in the wall. It is a strange little thing (about..2X3?), there is a white-grey rectangular thing, like an oil pastel on the left end. To its right is pink fibrous felt, covering 6 similar (though darker) oil pastel things. It is like playing a game. I know I have to pull off the grey rectangle, peel back the felt, and then remove at least two of the thingies (it's almost like a battery case?) before the alarm goes off. I know I have tried this at least twice before and didn't succeed.

Meanwhile, I can feel the light pulsing, back and forth, and there is a speaker overhead that plays a song. A man, singing in another language. It has an old-time feel to it, distant and tinny. I hear the same three words over and over, and it reminds me of the inception 'pre-kick song' Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien by Edith Piaf. Except I hear these words: "Baaaalllou, veli maaali. Baaaalllouu, veeeeli, maaali."
Somehow it sounds ridiculous and I focus on the lyrics, waiting to understand them. At the same time I reach out and carefully pry the weird grayish white thing from the box. I wait a beat, and take a hold of the felt to peel it from the casing.
I wait, thinking that if I wait for the music to swell, they won't notice my movements. I dig out one of the pieces and am reaching for a second when the dream fades into waking. I try to get it back, I was so close and I want so badly to finish.

Apartment

I'm in my apartment, except that it has two levels instead of one. There are a lot of people from work visiting. I go upstairs to what should be my room and find it full of things that belong to an acquaintance, I notice they are his only because of a bright red backpack I've seen him carry. I'm disquieted to find that the second bedroom is also full of unfamiliar things. This is my apartment...right? I frown and go downstairs. I am telling someone how much I pay per month, how affordable it is, especially given the size. My eyes scan the living room which is so large it could accommodate 3 sets of living room furniture at different points of the room without being cramped. I trail off, looking at the vast room. How can this be mine? There are a lot of people milling around and I wish they would all leave.

Ruadh
You may see mention of this man in other entries. He has become quite a part of my subconscious. I was seeing him for a while but he always seemed to put someone or something else first and then he left me, but pretends he is my friend. So he pops up in...unflattering ways. It says more of what I think about myself than him, really. If you look at it closely. Anyway. In the dream I'm at work. I feel separate from everything. I watch him as he calls another associate he knows but in RL doesn't go out of his way to be friends with. He is going to have lunch with her. He avoids his friend who used to date her, saying that he is going to lunch alone, waits for his friend to leave, and for her to arrive.
I know he doesn't particularly like her, so that he is going to lunch with her when he evaded so many plans with me, eh, hurts. I watch her enter the break room and get her stuff. I walk over to him and querulously ask why we never go to lunch together.
"Figure it out." he says, smirking a little. He takes it as a joke, just like he does everything else.
"I already have." I say seriously. He pretends he didn't hear me, so I repeat myself. I wait for him to ask what I've figured out, but when I try to explain he says something I can't understand and I am left feeling desolate and lonely. :/

Oh ow
I’m in my room, texting a girl called Mel. I think it’s my room at my mom’s house. I’m not sure whose idea it is, but we want to meet up. I tell her she can come by. I chill for a moment, knowing fully well that I will regret chilling, as I still have a lot of cleaning up to do before she arrives. She suddenly texts me that she is already on the way and will be there in a few minutes. Fuck. See! I gotta make this room presentable. I dash all over the place to make it happen. Meanwhile she also texts me that she has had a beer or 2 and not to take advantage of it. Ok.

I’m standing in an elevator with a girl that went to the same elementary school as me. I kinda pretend I don’t recognise her so I don’t have to talk. She strikes up a conversation about how much we have (not) changed. I’m casually leaning against the wall, facing the door. I turn around to look into the mirror to have a look at us both. The door opens. I let her get out first. (Interesting intermezzo?)

The setting is different. I’m at a university building. It’s more of a bar type of setting though. This is supposed to be (or look like) one of the buildings of the uni of Amsterdam. Mel texts me to ask for the location. I tell her something, though I can’t remember what. I assume to tell her where I am. After a bit my ex girlfriend shows up, looking a bit sad. Fuck! What’s she doing here? She should be halfway around the world. I feel an urge to talk to her to check how she’s doing, but I fear I’m the last person she wants to talk to right now. I try to avoid her, make it so she doesn’t see me. Then Mel shows up. Really?! This close to each other. Come on man. Mel tells me that she came here by riding my ex girlfriend’s bicycle. The two of them know each other? Just perfect. Eventually my ex does spot me. I’m not entirely sure what happened anymore, but I do remember that I imagine doing something to her. Driving her into a corner and.. slapping her with my shoe? Not sure anymore.

Damn son
I’m watching a police stop go down. It’s inside the porch of a building. There’s a suspect in the left corner on the ground, whom I can barely see. There’s a male police officer (black guy I think) and one or two more other people. There’s an animal that’s supposed to help the police, sorta like a police dog, but more like a police.. rat? The main cop, which is the black guy, picks it up and orders another younger white guy to take care of it. The animal is way too vicious towards the suspect, can’t have that. The suspect starts heading towards the opening of the porch slowly under some false pretence and eventually makes a run for it towards his car 20 metres down and gets in on the right side. He does something with the dashboard, don’t remember what. Whatever he did, me and someone else are cheering him on. Well played. Whatever charge the cops had has just become invalid and they now need another reason to arrest him. His car was already neatly parked but for some reason he re-parks it, actually doing a shitty job now. He’s partially parked on a spot where you’re not allowed to park. Also his car is much bigger now. Like he went from a Volkswagen to a SUV. Both black models. The cop is now Ice Cube. I’m a neutral bystander, but we give each other a smirk cause we both know the guy is fucked once he exits.. which he does. Ice Cube immediately attempts to arrest him, but the guy resists. Eventually the suspect is Ice Cube’s son. There’s some shooting. Ice Cube gets on the driver side of a white truck to get some cover. He gets shot at from inside the truck it seems.. though it also seems fake. He takes a lot of shots without getting hurt. This happens two times. By now his son thinks we’re messing with him. Eventually his son gets into a police or ambulance car and drives off. I run along the passenger side and manage to open the rear door. Just barely, as the vehicle was speeding up and getting away from me. It’s ‘miracle’ that I managed to get it. I lean over. I consider pulling the handbrake but that seems foolish. I pull out the key instead. The suspect gets out a gun and I feel like I’m fucked. A few seconds later he’s got his hands on the roof of a car cause he’s getting arrested by Ice Cube and.. Kevin Hart? The gun is also on the roof though and he’s getting close. I stab him through the arm, just off his hand, with the key, while quoting a Cube lyric. I get a “damn son” look. I just turned from nerdy to having proven myself, in the same way that a nerdy white character proves himself to black gangsters in a comedy.

Keyboard motorcycle
I’m riding a motorcycle. The controls are pretty messed up. It’s a manual and instead of kicking up, I switch gears by pressing buttons on a sort of keyboard. I have to hold control and another button. I think at least, cause I’m not sure what I’m doing. I also have to then type the number of the gear I want to go into, meaning I have to remember which gear I’m in at all times. I pull up at a traffic light.

I'm looking out the window and into the backyard. I see all the trees in the back of my property in the dark of night and say to myself 'I wish I was lucid'. It hit's me and I say excitedly to myself 'I'm Lucid!' with the realization I'm in a dream. I remember my dream goal right away: studying how my own gravity works in dreams. I make a slight movement upward and completely resist all gravity, and float upward easily. I come down and go for a second very easy jump with very low gravity. On my decent, I phase through the wall to my right and sink partway into the ground, slowly. My visual go into white and I remind myself to stabilize and hold until the next scene. I rub my hands and hold in this white-out for a couple minutes.

For the following reason I did not even try to remember my dreams.........Yesterday we brought in our outside table which doubles as a dining room table for the indoor season of holidays. It's a nice table w/ granite tiles. And one of my daughters came by to pick up a crib mattress. After this, Meesha Cat went missing. Meesha cat never came home even to eat. I was up until 3:30 waiting on her & took 2 xanax to finally sleep. When I woke up she had missed her morning breakfast & daily mauling of my head by many hours. I scoured the neighborhood & prayed. I even fell in my garage which is actually an old barn packed full of dangerous, mostly useless shit & cut myself up. So I asked my neighbor & nothing. I then noticed her cat was outside which was odd. Meesha scares the hell out of that cat, lol & it stays clear of her & stays mostly in her house. I asked the cat where Meesha was, yup I really did that. And low & behold the cat went still & her eyes bugged out in fear. She froze. I turned around & you guessed it, Meesha was right there. She didn't want to go into the house. She let her pick her up, which is something she usually shies away from for some reason & brought her inside. She inspected the table & I basically gave her a kitty cat 4 course meal. She's exhausted but she did eventually play for a while. All I can figure is what we always thought about her is that she may have thought we were moving & that her last owner may have left her behind. She's a thoroughbred Maine Coon cat that ended up at the Humane Society which is unheard of.

Lately I've been changing up my sleeping routine and just not setting my alarm. It seems to be helping with recall...so far.
I was in a little house that rested on top of the clouds. The house wasn't any that I recognized, but the sight outside was beautiful. Strangely, our house was the only one like this; no others were in sight, just an endless sea of clouds.
In the house with me were my dad and my aunt. We were all gearing up to ride on some airships to this festival that would be taking place down on the surface, beneath the clouds. While we were preparing, multiple people I knew IRL also came to visit, popping up through the clouds on their own airships. The airships themselves looked like motorcycles without wheels. One guy who I didn't recognize popped up and laughed loudly, cupping his hands around his mouth and shouting towards us, "ARE YOU GUYS READY YET??"
Eventually my grandpa appeared on his own airship, parking it on the house's balcony and coming in to chat with the lot of us. Unfortunately, if we did go to that festival, I certainly don't remember it.
The next dream recalled was much smaller, and I think I had it after going back to sleep when I woke up to write the previous one.
Me and my friend AJ were in this strange place that looked like a combination between my high school and a shopping mall. /for some reason, quite a few of my dreams feature warped or weird versions of shopping centers or my high school. I don't recall much from this dream, just that AJ was trying to lead me to some place, but I ignored him, as I had a bad feeling about it. Instead, I went upstairs to check the lockers, for some reason expecting to find something in them that was apparently very important.

I meditated for 30 minutes during my WBTB period then when back to sleep. During the period of falling asleep, I still tried to do a light meditation and not lose the mind frame I had minutes ago. I felt the shift which unmistakably meant I was in a dream. I could not move however; I feared that trying too hard to move would ruin lucidity.

Morning of September 12, 2016. Monday.



The most obvious dream sign in a dream is being in a bed (which is not typically a “dream symbol” at all - it is usually just a subliminal memory of having gone to sleep, just as being undressed in public is) and such is the case here. However, it is not my real bed at some points even though the orientation falsely feels exactly the same. I find myself sleeping in Leonard’s bed in the King Street boarding house; a location I have not been to in over twenty years.

Leonard’s room is arranged so that there are three beds; two to the east wall and one from the west wall somewhat in the middle on that side. Although Leonard (born August 1945) is only present briefly, there are also two malcontent disaffected college students sharing his room. They are probably only around twenty years of age. The bed I had been sleeping in is in the northeast area of his room (head to the east windows), where a bed had not only never been in reality, but had appeared as such in previous dreams, which causes me to yet again question why dreams “get everything wrong” so consistently like this in regards to layout, locations, and settings in general (even combining settings from two different countries), more especially as my dream self never takes notice of such an overt “mistake” that seems almost intentional as a type of tertiary dream sign which has been a facet of the majority of my dreams since earliest memory.

I seem to be ostracized (by the two other males) for sleeping in Leonard’s bed due to the fact that I am not an actual tenant who pays rent at this boarding house at this time. I do not really care. Even though I am not lucid, I decide to get out of bed, allow myself to float up to the ceiling and hover there, facing downwards while very slowly turning about much like a large ceiling fan that is coming to a stop until my head faces east. The sensation and momentum feels perfect and very harmonious. Still, they do not seem amused, continuing to only glare up at me (which I find somewhat amusing), but they do not say much. I contemplate the idea of sleeping up here from now on while hovering downwards as such in the center of the room near the ceiling, slowly turning like a ceiling fan as if in an environment without gravity.

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Of the tens of thousands of dreams I have documented and closely studied (including with comparing and contrasting similar dreams), there seem to be three types of dream lucidity (not including scripted lucid dreams of which there is no point in posting online) that are nothing at all like typical lucid and semi-lucid dreams (which otherwise come into full control by spoken phrases, or including lately, the written word), and in fact, are so different from “ordinary” dreams as to be “something else”, especially apex lucidity, where full automatic control is manifest for as long as desired (or until the dream colorfully breaks up from needing to wake relative to the biological need to wake).

Instinctual dreaming seems to be the most common type of dream for me since earliest memory (and is similar in clarity and mood to a typical non-lucid dream); that is, shaping at least part of my dream with background expectations (which is how some people create nightmares for themselves by focusing on and amplifying their own fearful expectations, without understanding that it is their conscious mind creating this, not the unconscious - which of course has no sentience or awareness) without at all having any level of actual lucidity or questioning my status or perspective in any way regardless of any wrongness or otherwise surreal nature of the setting or events. Two, pretense-based dreams, where whatever I say to another dream character or imply in a dream changes it perfectly based on my pretense even though there is no facet of lucidity at all. For example, I will say that I have valid identification to enter a secret military base (even though I “know” I do not) and it will simply manifest in my dream as such. Three, apex lucidity, something I cannot begin to understand due to its state being so utterly different than other dreams. Fully in-body, perfect clarity and sense of physical weight and momentum, solidity and incredibly realistic ambiance, and full ongoing “automatic” control based on any conscious desire (though conscious expectation is the dominating factor in most dreams anyway). The state is different from scripted lucid dreams (which often end after the last scripted event with the falling jolt waking mechanism as is to be expected) in that no practiced meditative sequence seems required and whole consciousness (though somehow shifted into liminal space) takes over completely (and the perception remaining at this level potentially indefinitely), with all the senses augmented.

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Dream that involved a train or subway station. It was a long and creepy dream, but I recall no details.

Another faux-lucid dream. I was restrained by a former colleague (don't recall which one), who had put chains around my wrists. He knew I could easily break them if he used just one normal chain, so he used several, made from very thick metal. So, he was aware of my lucid powers, and so was I, even though I don't think I was lucid! I was keen on showing the bastard he couldn't stop me, the dreamer, and tried to break the chains. The first time, I couldn't. Then I focused, convincing my mind the chains aren't real (there is no spoon!) - and this time they broke. I remember menacingly walking after an older man who worked there as well, scaring the hell out of him. He fled in terror, and I felt somewhat bad for him. I yelled after him that he should retire (???). I also (for the umpteenth time) learned to levitate and then fly, which I used during my attempts to terrorize my ex-colleagues.

1) Walked into reception and started looking through some papers looking for death certificates I commented that I had 3 today but could only find 2, and I had just seen the body of the third. Walked out of the office, a group of young girls was in my way I pushed through them. Outside there was another group of girls and they seemed to be being taught something. I saw one of my cats stood with them and went to give it some attention.

2) A watched a farmer plough a field. He was also planting some seeds. At the edge of the field I saw him cut a branch of a tree back becasue it was in the way.

Writing this down a few hours later. Think it would've made a memorable dream if I had written it down immediately.


I'm in a room. It's the studio of an artist. A painter of sorts I think. He is... eccentric. He also runs a weed business from within this room. He has just hired his girlfriend to help him, but he's complaining about everything she does. He's giving her instructions: this joint you light before handing it over, this one you just hand over, this particular weed you give this much of, and so on. He's complaining that his previous employee was great. I feel bad for his girlfriend.

This artist has made an art work on a canvas for me. Not entirely sure if everything was painted on. He just finished and is now taking a break, relaxing on some beanie bag type of thing. The artist can still edit the art work, but he's put so much effort into it that I feel bad about it. He's also hinting strongly that it would be a lot of work. I'm not really satisfied with the work though. A second painting will come after his break. I show the first one (or the second one?) to my non-existent girlfriend. I think it's a painting of her, but she doesn't recognise it and I'm kinda shy to tell her for some reason. Not sure what happened, but I think she got mad and it was the final straw. We broke up on the spot. She stayed inside with the artist and I went outside. The girlfriend also went outside. Outside the door is the first time I really take a look at her. She's wearing short heels and something with bare legs. She's pasty white. Somewhere along the dream some chemistry starts evolving between us.

I'm talking with mismagius. There are lines of text appearing, like in chat. We are discussing something.

DR 2:
I am walking with few others outside. There is nothing there, just some fields and trees. But that path was leading somewhere. It was getting dark and I realized we left too late and we need a flashlight. I was a bit mad at myself how come I don't have one on me. I look back and we already walked a good distance, so going back for a flashlight was not really possible. I pulled out some small gadget that had a small very bright light on it. It was not enough to light the way, but at least alerted others not to bump into us.

This dream was awhile ago, but it made no sense to me. The time period was probably in the 60's or something. Me and my siblings and a bunch of other kids went to school in the same room. We were dressed in dresses and the guys were in pants and shirts. I could see myself as around eight years old asking the teacher something. Then i was back in my body. I asked where my desk was, and a student led me to a desk whose name tag said "Lemontine". I could feel i was the omega. When the lunch bell rang, all the staff and students changed into today's clothes. We played many sports. I was shunned a bit in kickball. The teachers played with us. Any ideas?

My dream was about getting married. I was apparently getting married but it wasn't any traditional type of wedding scene. It was more like a before thing like food & entertainment. Some of it was like a bachelor/bachelorette party. I was looking through a bin of supposed party favors but they were like bits & pieces from children's toys. You know the kind that has a million little pieces & cardboard backgrounds. Then I was up at the counter where food was being served behind the glass & there were kinds of fish & really big crabs & I asked if they had lobster. The guy laughed & said Lobster?! He thinks this is really funny & opens a curtain up next to the food bar. He says, if it's lobster you want, you ought to be in here! There were men stripping w/ a full audience & stage. This wasn't your low rate strip show, there were very muscular talented dancers that weren't ugly! I knew this was most certainly a dream at this point & tried to become lucid but I had had more than enough sleep & started to wake up. I tried really hard to lay back down but it just wasn't meant to be.