I'm walking in a city, it's a summer afternoon, the sun is high and bright, it's by some water. In the shade of a large building, I'm walking and I see up ahead some people who are a little too happy and cheerful, they must be religious or something. I see to woman, their backs are turned to me. I want to walk by and ignore them, but I know they are going to come up and talk to me anyway, so I slow down and wait for them to turn. I assume they are Mormon. They smile and start to talk to me, they are dressed in old-timey Amish like clothes. They point out that I'm wearing nice religious robes. (Did I secretly want them to talk to me after all?) An Indian man with robes and a turban comes up to us and pulls me away, saving me from a long and awkward conversation on religion, saying he's never really been into the stuff. He knows me and I know him apparently. He says he has a headache and I go to find a pharmacy to get something for it. I go up to people sitting by the water, I'm a bit awkward and don't know who to ask. I end up talking to some Asian tourist, realizing as I talk to them that they are not going to know where a local pharmacy is. Next to them is a group of guys. They tell me one is around the corner. One of them is a celebrity known for his travel shows. I pretend to be unimpressed. Inside, I play a game of Hearthstone. I'm playing a game where there are an impossible amount of minions in play, my opponent, playing a Priest, has 1111 life. I take a screenshot, no one is going to believe this. I spill some ink from a pen on the floor of the kitchen. I try to clean it up but it just spreads it further around.
Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #153: Foiled Creativity I'm riding with my family in a car and we pull up near a curb in a shady-looking part of town. When the car stops, my two young children "E" and "R" leap out of the car and bound away toward a group of maybe half a dozen grimy-looking people that are huddled near a wall. I run after the boys and when I catch up to them, I see that the grimy-looking people are muttering angrily and trying to hide some kind of drugs they're using. I hustle the kids away back to the car and Wife gets out to join us. "We can't just let the boys go running off over here!" I tell her. "Those people over there are using drugs." I look into the car and see Jesse Pinkman (from Breaking Bad) sitting in the front passenger seat. "Pinkman!" I say. "What's that they're using? Is that meth?" He slinks down in his seat and doesn't respond. Wife and the boys move off together into a nearby building. When I follow, I catch sight of them taking a right into a bathroom, but when I enter they're nowhere to be found. I consider that I might be dreaming, nose pinch, and become lucid. The scene gets shaky and I move into the void. I rub my hands together, keep walking forward, and mutter reminders to myself that I'm having a lucid dream. After perhaps 20 seconds of this, I get a vague image of a dark-haired woman in her late 30s trying to speak to me. I kiss her, partly to draw myself into the scene and partly because it seems like a fun thing to do. After a few moments of this, she pulls away sort of gestures at the room. I see that I've stepped into a big living room with a high ceiling and hardwood floors. There's a couch nearby with a gold-stringed violin lying on it. I look at it closely and run my fingers over the strings, trying to make the scene as vivid as possible. Vividness goes up sharply and the strings jangle pleasantly beneath my fingers. I try playing a few open-string notes pizzicato and the dark-haired woman silently observes, looking a little amused. The music sounds nice, but after a few attempts the notes grow soft, almost too soft to hear. I look down at the golden strings and see that they've all broken and hang limply downward. They still look beautiful, though. To my left there's a projector showing a huge image of a computer desktop. My friend "Conan" is standing nearby, working on a computer, and characters fill the screen as he types. I think that this will be a good opportunity to engage my creativity. "Hey [Conan]! Let's work together to make some kind of game on this computer." He goes into a long speech about how he got screwed over in his most recent business dealings. Now he never enters into any business arrangement unless everthing is in writing. "No, you don't get it," I tell him. "This is all a dream. Let's just make a game or something." But he's steadfast, telling me again how "careful" he has to be. I'm disappointed, but I let it go. Now I think about the Colosseum. I announce to the room that I'm going to the Colosseum and I see that the dark-haired woman is observing from a few feet away, saying something encouraging. There's another woman watching from a different part of the room, mid-20s, light brown hair. I think she's someone familiar but I'm not sure of her identity. I'm determined to change this room into the Colosseum. Oddly, I notice that there's some kind of turban on my head and a something like a long, red satin blanket spills out from the turban over the right side of my head. I find this all super weird but I use it to block out my vision of the rest of the room so that I can change it. I turn slowly around, trying to switch the room into the Colosseum but I can't stop seeing that hardwood flooring. I'm feeling a little stuck so I head outside through a door in the wall, emerging in a grassy field. The elegant house I just walked out of now looks like a temporary building. As I'm deciding what to do next, the dream ends.
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