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Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #238: Patronus Interruptus I am standing in a busy hotel lobby thinking about how I need a mini-USB cable to charge my phone. I reach down and dig one out of my backpack but realize that I have actually just stolen it from this other guy crouched nearby. "Sorry about that, dude!" I say, clapping him on the back. He turns to me and smiles politely. He is an Indian guy and I recognize him as a random guy from the shopping area where I met Wife for lunch earlier in the week. I realize that I am dreaming. I am excited to be lucid and the overreaction starts pulling me out of the dream and into the void. I rub my hands together, determined not to lose the dream. My hands feel stiff and oddly angled and I start tumbling forward over and over. I keep at it, though, saying something like, "I am having this lucid dream!" After a bit of a fight, the scene resolves itself into a room on the second story house with two windows. I move toward the first window, attempting to phase, but the window feels stiff and resistant. I move to the other window and attempt it again, once again having trouble. This irritates me and makes me stubborn, so I head right for the wall this time instead, saying out loud that "There is nothing there, you know." I cut cleanly through the wall this time and float down to the front yard. I remember my intent to summon <PERSON> and say, "[<PERSON>], yeah, you are just... you are right over there!" and gesture at the front entrance of the house. <PERSON> steps out from the shadow of the front entrance. She looks like herself apart from her hair being pink rather than purple. She is wearing a purple jumper that looks like fleece. We approach one another and I realize that something seems off about her personality. She seems not to have much personality at all yet but I feel relaxed about this and that if we keep talking she will get set right. I give her a peck on the bridge of her nose and she reacts with surprise, smiles, and runs off down the street. I jog along behind her, and start telling her about her appearance in a previous non-lucid from that night. "Hey, in this last dream, you would written a book!" <PERSON> stops. The area we are in looks abandoned and urban. Now she has a huge smile on her face and seems like herself. "Tell me about this book!" "Oh, I almost forgot!" I say, and give her a hug. It is nice and I remember how she used thoughts of our friendship to produce her patronus. I also remember her words of "encouragement" a few nights ago for my own patronus attempt: "I wonder if your patronus will be a giant turd!" Chuckling a little, I extend my left hand out while continuing the hug with my right arm. <PERSON> and I are both watching my outstretched fingers with anticipation but when I try to shout, "Expecto patronum!" I do a choking gurgle instead. I get antsy and lose the dream.