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This was the second of five lucid dreams from last night/this morning. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #107: Menthol and Marriage, the Sequel I am helping my friend "<PERSON>" and his wife prepare for a huge party. For reasons unknown, <PERSON> sticks an ice cream cake in a heated oven, and it melts to a puddle in seconds. "No, man, do not do that!" I say, too late to be of any help. <PERSON> gives me a pathetic look and asks, "Do you think it can be fixed?" Solemnly, I shake my head no. I then have a false awakening on the floor of my master bedroom. The lights are all on and Wife has spread circuit boards and other electronic gizmos all over my side of the bed. "What is all this stuff?" I ask. "How am I supposed to get back to sleep?" She ignores my second question. "Did you know that [son E] had all of this stuff in his room? I do not even know what he was building but I have got to figure out what it is supposed to be." I am super tired and very annoyed that this project is going on. "Cannot we figure this out tomorrow? I am trying to get some sleep. It is..." I look at the clock. "12:30." Wait, my WBTB was at like 3 in the morning... I realize that I am dreaming. "Sorry, you are right. Keep looking into it. I am going to look around outside." With that said, I phase through the external wall. I do not emerge in any particular dream scene, though, and fall immediately into the void. I rub my hands together and probe my dream body, trying to device what exit I am going to use. I decide that I will call NewArtemis to pull me out and wind up at the Alamo (or wherever she happens to be.) I extend my hand, calling out twice, but there is no immediate response. This is not alarming since it is normal for this stuff to take some time. I am getting ready to "expect" a hand to reach out to pull me through, but before it happens... ... I have a false awakening back in my bed. It is dark now. It is an excellent replica of waking life, but somehow I am not fooled. I look over at Wife's side of the bed and she is there, fast asleep. It is tough to discern detail in the dark, but it is obvious that she is scantily clad. Things proceed in a fairly predictable fashion and we have a couple of very fun but very private minutes of dream sex before... ... I have a false awakening back in bed. I wrongly believe that I have woken up for real. Wife rolls over to my side of the bed and hits me with a make-out style kiss. I think how cool it is that "waking life" is imitating the dream. She stops for a moment and says, "You are not kissing me the way you usually do. It feels different." "I was just dreaming. Maybe that is what it is." "Oh, right," she says. "This is a dream. That is what is different." She kisses me again. I find myself hoping that this is some sort of Groundhog Day scenario. Unfortunately, I wake up soon after, this time for real.