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Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #259: Flurries on the 58th Floor I am an operative infiltrating an office building. My enemies have seen me before and know my face, so I have to enter as stealthily as I can. I enter through some side entrance high up on a section of rooftop, and I have a vague memory of arriving by helicopter. There is a huge "59" written on the wall -- this is the 59th floor. I run up, but it is a dead end that leads back out to another roof. Okay, down instead. As I arrive at the 58th floor, I hear a door open nearby and a security guard steps into view. He looks like an easygoing family man, black, mid-40s, naturally cheerful face. But I cannot let myself get found out. "I am sorry," I say, and I rush forward, punching him in the face and then kicking him in the chest. He somehow bounces away down the hall and I lose track of him. I run down the hall after him, and it twists and turns confusingly as I go. This all seems so strange and I remember that I must be having a lucid dream. In preparation for this dream, I used <PERSON>'s goal-chaining technique, and as I become lucid, the excitement of lucidity is followed by the sense of cold, and I remember my intent to summon snow for <PERSON>. (She is never seen snow in waking life!) I walk through the hall, spending a little time examining my surroundings and narrating out loud that "this is a lucid dream." Once I feel settled, I tell <PERSON> that she is here in this office building too. She does not appear right away, though, so for now I focus on summoning some snow. I imagine myself smushing up snow in my hand to form a snowball, and as I do that, snow begins gently falling around me as well. The snowball is a little too small and rock-like to be fun, so I discard it. I walk into an office enclosed by glass walls, and a group of 4 or 5 women follow closely behind me. One of them is <PERSON>! She is pushing a stroller! She looks like herself but older, maybe ten years older than she is now, and she is wearing a purple head scarf like she came prepared for the cold. The other women are close friends or relatives, and they are all here on some kind of important business to do with the baby in the stroller. Amazingly, I do not look to see who or what is inside the stroller! I say to <PERSON> "You are here!" and do a little <PERSON> with my hands. "I am having a lucid dream!" She laughs like I am joking and says no, she is got to focus. This meeting is really important to her. I insist that this is a dream, saying something like: "I was infiltrating this place and then bam! <PERSON>! I used your goal-chaining technique, just like the last lucid!" "Ah," she says, "like when I had the [???] series!" The other women nod and smile at the apparent memory. "We had some fun with that one!" "Yeah!" I tell her. "I wanted to show you this!" And the snowfall begins again. <PERSON> looks up and smiles. "Is that snow?" She looks excited and torn between enjoying the snow and following through with the story behind the dream plot. She looks like she is toying with the idea of opening her mouth toward the ceiling and letting snowflakes fall onto her tongue. I see a handful of people dressed in suits waiting at a desk for the meeting with <PERSON> and her posse. I ignore the suits, focusing my energy on the snow, and hoping they will fade into the background. There is a bit more quiet snowfall before the dream ends.