A low hum

Hit my longest lucid yet this morning! It felt like it might have gone 20 minutes. Very exciting! Go go Intro Class! Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #10: The Horschwager Olympics (Early this morning) I am at home in the master bedroom and something tips me off that I am having a dream. Fortunately, it is daytime but I still feel compelled to leave the house as quickly as I can. (I have been getting stuck in the first scene very often lately.) After having trouble getting out of my upstairs window last time, I decide to dash downstairs and try the front door. The second floor is a perfect reconstruction of my house, seemingly down to the smallest details. I even have to fiddle with the baby gate to get downstairs. The ground floor, though, has changed into a hot, stifling gaggle of steam tunnels with no obvious exits. I notice a mirror on the wall and check my reflection. I look like myself but with a pudgier face and feathered, rather flamboyant 90s-looking hair. (Still dashing, of course!) I return to looking for an exit and spy an old-school cast iron stove against the wall. I see that it has a vent/chimney sticking out of the top that I imagine must lead to the outside. It is only a few inches in diameter but I decide that I can squeeze myself up it and make my escape via reverse <PERSON>. I crawl through the oven and start willing my way up the vent. It is ultra-confining and hot to the point where I feel some mild pain on my skin during the trek upward. What a way to travel! Why did not I take the mirror? I operate with a noticeably reduced IQ in my LDs, I am afraid! I finally emerge in daylight on a coastal city on a bright, clear morning. It is like a cross between San Francisco and Nice, France. Wife jogs past me and I jog after her through a bustle of dream characters. As we run along, Wife hands me her iPod and tells me to listen. It is playing some catchy pop number with a female vocalist. It is not my style but it is got this great hook that I cannot resist humming along to. As I hum, Wife and all of the other dream characters that we pass start singing as well. The sort of thing that only happens on cheesy television programs and my lucid dreams, I think. Eventually, the road breaks away from the coast and Wife stops to rest. I decide to go off on my own and try to compete in the Olympics (recent goal.) I walk through the door of a nearby building, expecting to find the Olympics. A greeter DC guides me into an enormous room that is a combination locker room and ice skating rink. I am somewhat perturbed to find myself in the Winter Olympics but figure that I can change this later. I grab a duffel bag out of one of the lockers and carry it with me. A harried-looking receptionist and "E" (IWL friend) direct me to go to the second floor via elevator. I ask them what city this Olympics is taking place in. They respond that it is in "Horschwager" this year. The elevators look dilapidated and out of service. (Doors hanging off loosely, bare shafts visible, etc.) I decide to take the stairs. The stairs, however, are a confusing maze of narrow bridges and snaking archways with sheer drop-offs all around. I wander this maze for a good while, reminding myself that "I am in a lucid dream, about to compete in the Olympics" but the clock eventually runs out just as I reach a strange, glass-enclosed room. I wake up.