In my long tradition of having tons of non-lucids about the tasks (elevators! OMG, so many non-lucids!), last night I dreamed about super fancy expensive restaurants at the top of this mall I was walking through (I saw their pretentious, long names in hanging on signs from the ceiling). I wondered if I could affort to eat there, then "remembered" I was on a business trip and could expense it (haha!). I asked a gay maitre d' about how to get to them and if the restaurants at the top floor were all connected in one continuous level or if each corner tower had their own elevator. The maitre d' said to make sure to try to get there 10 minutes before your reservation started (because the elevators could be slow if there was a large crowd using them). Then I saw a square-meter-sized raw red steak sitting in an industrial press that was about to squish it. Gotta love dreams.
p.s. did get lucid last night, but it was later, upon seeing a fish swimming around me in the water at the beach that looked like the green-glutton ghost from Ghostbusters. Giant molars for teeth throughout the gaping mouth, sized like a basketball. I kicked it away from me then nose pinched, haha!
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