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I was having some kind of confusing dream about being at a luxurious opera house with my dad and singing. I was up on the balcony, obscured by an odd, curving screen so that the audience could not see me and realize that I was the one singing (in the dream I was already a famous singer, and we wanted them to think the person singing was someone else). <PERSON> was being irritating and peeking around the screen corner trying to "encourage" me. As he kept doing this, I got more and more annoyed and started to miss whole lines of lyrics, until suddenly I grabbed the flimsy screen and threw it at him, completely giving up on my singing responsibilities. As his insincere smile became replaced by a more genuine mix of anger and his trademark disgust, I climbed onto the balcony railing and prepared to throw myself off it. My reasoning was, somehow, that falling to my death was the only way to cap off the entire experience. That said, although I made an attempt to tip and fall onto my head, I could not overcome my instincts to fall feetfirst. I somehow landed safely on the seats below as though they were a flat surface, and began to walk away from the whole thing, when I was struck by the incredibly obvious thought that "This whole thing is a dream!" For the first time in months, I was actually, truly lucid. I quickly remembered what I would need to do for spellbee's dreaming contest. First, a reality check: Still walking away from the site of my failed suicide, I pinched my nose and breathed regardless, enjoying the sensation, the confirmation that I was really dreaming. Next... stabilization. The dream was not really unstable, but I said "Stabilize!" out loud anyway, accompanying the words with a sort of calming gesture. I found myself looking at a wall, unsure of what unrealistic things I ought to do next but certain that I could do anything. Still, I did not really have ideas for what to do next. I was still striding swiftly away from the theater as I remembered my three-step task. First: basic summoning. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pear, mindful of step two: eat the thing I summoned. I bit into it, somewhat surprised that the summoning had worked so easily. It really did seem to be a pear, and appropriately juicy. After eating it down to the core, I tossed it aside. Step three was to ask advice from dream characters, and there were a few of them passing me in a group. It would have been easy, but... somehow the idea of asking advice from strangers did not sit well with me. Because that is what I saw them as: strangers, not inventions of my own head. I think I was beginning to lose my lucidity a little here. The dream began to take back over, but I had enough clarity of mind to attempt one last dreaming competition-related task. I wanted to go big: perhaps mass TK, something I would done in a dream before. I wanted to pick up a house, but the dream and my lucidity were beginning to become a bit flimsy. Rather than pick up the house, I believe I picked up a toilet inside it and caused it to rattle around within. After that I lost my lucidity. When I woke up, I almost forgot that I would even had a lucid dream. Managed to commit 20 minutes to writing all this out and now I am going Back To Bed.