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Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #125: He Had It Coming I am working with Wife, Mom, and <PERSON> on a project where we are trying to restore a 30-foot replica of the Great Pyramid. The pyramid's sitting right on the edge of a neighborhood street where a house would normally be. We work on the interior for a while but it feels stuffy in there, so Wife and I go outside to do some work on the exterior. It is nice outside, so Wife and I stand there for a bit enjoying the sun and the cool breeze. We are standing on something that looks like a driveway and about fifteen feet to our left is an elegant wooden side table with Wife's purse sitting on it. As we are standing there, a pair of tall, brutish-looking teenage boys approaches us. One starts rifling through Wife's purse and the other surrounds us from the other side. I am angry and fearful, running through our "fight or flight" options when I realize that it is all a dream. The guy who had been looking through Wife's purse is gone now. But when I turn back, the other kid has Wife by the forearm and she is cowering in pain. I am overcome with a killing rage, the kind of anger you (hopefully) only feel in dreams. I am aware that the thug is just a DC, but I want to stop him and I want to hurt him. I hurry toward him, shouting a bunch of angry threats (including lots of profanity), and kick him squarely in the balls. The strike is perfect -- bone of the lower shin right into the "target". As I deliver the kick, I am amazed to see that I am wearing white high-top sneakers like I did back in middle school. The combination of noticing this weird detail and the satisfaction of hitting the hated DC softens my anger a little. Rather than double over, the DC stands rigidly straight, his feet lifting a few inches off of the ground and coming back down. His body is completely stiff and his face is frozen statue-like in agony. I get a hold of my temper enough to realize that if I keep fighting with him I might turn him into a real opponent. I really just want him gone from my dream scene. I force-push him high into the air and his paralyzed body flies toward a distant set of hills, quickly fading from sight. When I look back at Wife, she is standing nearby, unhurt but nervously looking around. The place feels unsafe and I want to leave. There is no way that I can leave her behind after what happened, though, so I scoop her up in my arms. "We are going to the Colosseum," I tell her, and try to start flying. I can get about 3 feet off of the ground but after that I feel like I cannot move both of us. Even though she is pretty tiny IWL, her weight feels "real" while my dream body feels almost totally weightless. It seems to be getting in the way of flying. "Am I too heavy?" she asks. I show remarkably good dream judgment by ignoring this question. I try flying a few more times, each time with the same result. I know that I should come up with some creative solution to this but it is not coming to me. I think about throwing her over my shoulder or imagining her floating like a balloon but before I can do any of this, the dream ends.