I won't recount the whole thing, but at some point in this dream:
A thug with long reddish hair attacks the man I was talking to. My first impulse is to run away so I won't get hurt, but I realize that is not a very noble impulse and I remember what Stephen LaBerge said about dealing with enemies: If this were a dream, I could approach the thug and try to make friends with him, or at least face him bravely, so I walk over to the fighting pair, but before I reach them, I see them walking toward me together, chatting as if they are friends. It worked!
(end of dream)
I can't decide if it was lucid or not because I never thought "I'm dreaming," but I thought ABOUT dreaming, and proceeded as if I were dreaming. I did record it on my list of lucid/semi-lucid/briefly lucid dreams. Was that cheating?
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