A real "fist-pumping" ("Yes!") night, finally.
earlier:
+ restaurant: piles of ravioli, pop a frozen meatball into my mouth, spit it out as it thaws
+ amnesia girlfriend letter, we can start anew, move away
+ chinese restaurant counter: order rice several times, cancel them all, then they all arrive, chef offers sparzha-like thing on chopsticks, says "Jung Jie!"
+ shoot-out with seizure-faking, freeloading partner who wants to steal my wealth, both guns unloaded, the team gets back together and (runs along rooftops?)
+(f) I'm putting my prized bicycle pump into the shopping cart, "it's a great pump," I hope I get it back
+ travel past street of childhood home, point it out to friends, continue through neighborhood becoming increasingly bizarre (property borders extended into streets), the streets become slick steep colored stone ("You can't even ride a bicycles on that!" I exclaim), the environment becomes psychedelic, acid-trippy shapes and colors, fairy-tale surroundings in wacky colors, mushroom statue, scarab temple, explode the scarab priest with my power. I'm astounded at the environment. [This is why I recall dreams, wow.]
mid-late:
+ observing house down the hill below childhood home backyard which I can fully see into: pet escaped/not fed, woman with mascara
+ flight full at airport counter, "But I'm on a business trip!", agent tries to modify ticket so I can get on
late:
+ (lucid #98) planning some "personal activities," door's open, close door at top of stairs, childhood home, there is no door there, get lucid, downstairs, enjoy the sights, affirm body in bed/waking world/dream-fantasy, take off blurring glasses, go to next room, super bright ultra HD, counter of clerks, tell the girls to come to me, all ignore me, I go back and "firmly encourage" one to engage, feels great, wake up in a few seconds
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