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(Dreaming has not been a focus lately, but: ) I am floating in a void full of clouds and stars, and recognize that I am lucid. A destination comes to mind - not one I would planned in advance, it is an impulse. With that thought, I have the impression I have changed direction, moving closer to the earth - slightly negative connotations here; not bad, just frivolous. I am in a bar; it serves as a front room for my actual destination. There is conversation, people sitting around at tables; the bartender's a heavyset and balding man. Asks what I want to drink. I believe I am not physical enough here to either drink or pay for anything, but refusing to order anything is not acceptable, so I ask for a water. I am thinking about the unusual vividness of this scene. The man to my right, clearly a regular, starts talking to me and the bartender, talking about the guy who owns this place (the person I came here to see) and the way things are done here; I am going to have to set up a tab before I can order anything, even water. The bartender asks to see my phone in order to give me the owner's number. I take it out, but the screen's showing what I think of as the real world, in contrast to this place. I am concerned about the bartender seeing that and recognizing that I am out of place here. I hand him the phone anyway. He programs the number in without seeing anything out of the ordinary and hands my phone back. The image on the phone, my 'real' world, is showing a woman with dirty blonde hair, winter clothing, knit hat, walking on a narrow street at night, the outskirts of a small city maybe, lots of greenery around on this particular street but the sense that there is a much more heavily built up area within walking distance. She is talking to someone, male, a friend or a sibling. The scene shifts so I am there with them. They walk, they talk, they are being followed by something other than me. There is a sense of the dream becoming a nightmare. As they entered an apartment building, I made the mistake of reacting to the other thing following them, thus letting it realize I was aware of it and attracting its attention. It attempted to latch onto me instead, and in the next scene it is taken on the role of my younger sibling (not one of my actual IRL ones), inserting itself into a role in my dream the same way it had been playing a role in that woman's dream. There was a brief moment where I accepted it as my sibling, before I remembered. It was very shocked when I hurt it in the process of removing it. "Ow, ow, you are hurting me!" "Get off of me, then." It did, and I woke up.