One Must Imagine Sisyphus Happy

Basketball Fragment
Something about basketball. Coworkers play on a team against real pros. I am surprised that the lazy slobs at my office could be any good at basketball. Apparently, one of the coaches is a girl and she is really good at studying other teams and developing plays that find holes in their defense. Another guy I recognize plays as a forward, which I think is weird because he isn't very tall.

attempted to WILD but instead found myself in this DILD

A Small Room
Method DILD (absurdity)
Lucidity C
Vividness B
Control C
1145: Not much happened in this dream but I recall a lot of detail so my description seems long. I am sitting at a computer, typing. (Funny, that's exactly what I'm doing right now IWL as I type this. But I digress...) So in the dream, I'm sitting at an old computer with an old DOS-like terminal screen and an old clunky keyboard. I am in the middle of typing something when I decided test how fast I can type. I pause and think to type "The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog." Then I try to type as fast as I can, but really I'm just mashing the keyboard. I have a moment of self-awareness: Wait, why am I doing this? This is silly. Oh, I'm dreaming.

I am lucid. I stand up and turn around to get a sense of where I am. I am in a small room with no windows. It's lit by one small light bulb. There are two small desks with chairs that take up almost the whole room. Overall, it seems like a large closet or small attic space that was converted into a home office. At one end of the room, the ceiling is sloped which to me suggests I'm on the top floor of a house with a sloped roof. This remind me a bit of the closet in the bedroom of my old SAV house. But otherwise, the room is unfamiliar to me.

I weakly recall that my plan was just to remain lucid and maintain self-control. At this moment, I feel a wave of sensation from my physical body and the dream starts to become unstable. I try to remain calm and focus my vision on the room to anchor myself back in the dream. I rub my hands and things feel okay for now. I take a step toward the wall and touch it with my right hand. It is a very typical wall: drywall with white paint. It is slightly rough to the touch and so realistic and that gets me a little excited. I marvel at how such a mundane activity in waking life can be so interesting in a dream. I run my hand along the wall for about 15 seconds.

Now I turn to the other desk in the room and notice the chair. It's a very small office chair on castor wheels, like the one I keep in my utility closet. I pull it out to sit down. For some reason, the idea off sitting down in a chair with create deliberateness and awareness appeals to me as a lucid task. This seems like the behavior of a playful person who is drunk or high. ("Oh dude! Check out this chair, man! I really want to sit in it!") So yeah. I start to sit down but then I feel another wave of sensation from my physical body. I am slowly pulled out of the dream and wake up.