When I re-enter the house I look down and notice that on the right foot I only wear a sock and on the left a shoe full of dirt. First I try to get my shoe clean and then I think that it doesn't matter since it is only a dream. This realization is like a slap in the face and when I go through the door I make my RC and pinch my nose. I can still breathe quite normally and I'm sure now that it is a dream. Since I can remember my goal, I immediately look for the next DC. The customer now stands in the kitchen in front of the sink and cleans something. It is a somewhat older man with shoulder-length brown curls and I speak to him from behind. I am polite and apologize to ask him if he can tell me some interesting story. Meanwhile, I stand sideways beside him and he turns to me while he asks if I want to hear the story of Denmark. I tell him that I do not care what story and he is supposed to choose, which he considers interesting. He begins to tell me about his time in Denmark and a night on a high mountain where many people were seen in warning vests. He is enthusiastic about the reflection of the warning vests and how beautiful the city has looked. The story begins to come to life before my eyes and I have to distract myself in order not to get lost in it and loose my lucidity. I did not expect getting a story told being so difficult. As the man speaks, I always rub my hands together as I fear a premature awakening. Meanwhile, we are in the living room and the wife of the man sits at the kitchen table, while all the others are standing around the table. Then the man ends his story with the part where he returns to his hometown Prague. I stand there for a moment and wait as I expected something more profound from my subconscious (I have never been to Denmark or Prague and did not plan so). I'm a little disapointed in this story but at least I got the goal, I guess.
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