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Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #204: Ozone I am sitting at a craft table with three other people: a guy in his late 20s ("Guy"), a woman in her 30s ("Lady"), and a crazy-looking woman in her mid-40s ("Crazy Lady"). Crazy Lady keeps talking to herself and acting disturbed as she works on her project. Lady gets the bright idea to tell Crazy Lady that <PERSON> has a prize for her. "If you get all your work done, maybe he will give it to you." Crazy Lady keeps asking what the prize is, becoming more and more fixated on this prize until she gets out of her chair and approaches <PERSON>. I have a feeling that something awful's going to happen but that I cannot stop it. Spoiler for Unpleasantness: I see a pair of dirty scissors flash in Crazy Lady's hand. She gouges them into the side of <PERSON>'s neck and then grinds the thick, dull blade across his throat. Blood everywhere. Guy collapses to the ground. Crazy Lady disappears from the scene as <PERSON> and I rush to help <PERSON>. Now I am on the phone with emergency services begging them to come help us. They sound very unhurried and tell me that the wait will be "about 30 minutes". I am stressed out that they are going to take so long but I hope they know what they are doing. I nose pinch reality check in the hope that this is not real, and when I blow throuigh I think, No way am I so lucky that this is all a dream. I confirm with a second nose pinch, that yes, I am dreaming! <PERSON> and <PERSON> both disappear from the scene and I am left along in an empty classroom. I wander outside into a misty nighttime street scene. I feel happiness and contentment to have escaped a nightmare and I peacefully explore the environment. The bricks on the side of the building fascinate me first, and I bring my vision right up close to them. No matter how close I get, my eyes never lose focus. I seem to be able to look further and further in, zooming into every crack and imperfection. My fingers explore the moist bricks and it is like I can sense each individual drop of moisture with my fingertips. I suddenly give the wall a huge sniff. It feels invigorating and seems to bring the scene even more fully to life. I sense moisture and a sharp whiff of ozone when I do this, just like what you might smell after heavy rain. There are a few DCs hanging around nearby, talking softly about something I cannot make out. I approach one of them, a brown-haired guy that is facing away from me, and examine his hair and scalp up close. I am fascinated how I can see down to the individual hairs on his head. The DCs' conversation ceases as I do this and it feels like I hit pause on what they were saying. I take another huge sniff, this time of the guy's scalp. It just smells like a bunch of hair. I laugh self-consciously at what a creepy thing this is to do. Fortunately the DC does not react. I walk onward now through the misty night toward a short stone bridge that runs over some unknown river or creek. Before I cross it, the dream ends.