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Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #255: <PERSON> at the Symphony I am standing in the kitchen with Wife and my two boys E and R. I feel incredibly tired, like I can barely keep my eyes open or even stand. The exhaustion gets the better of me and I collapse, falling flat on my face. "Oh my God! Are you okay?" asks Wife, rushing to my side to help me up. I feel embarrassed that I have worried everybody when I am only tired... surely I could have stopped myself from falling like that! I stagger over to the sink, noticing that I am wearing glasses (extremely rare in waking life.) I lean against the sink, noticing odd patterns and spots in my vision. Something is definitely wrong with me, but I feel like it will all be better if I can just fall asleep. It occurs to me to look for the dream and when I hit the nose pinch reality check, I become lucid. I am shocked that this is all a dream, and I say out loud, "That countertop right there -- that looks exactly like waking life." I run my hands over it. It is in a different configuration from waking life, but the texture, the look, it is all perfect. Amazing. I catch my reflection in the mirror. I look like me, but my movements are just a bit delayed from my dream body's movements. I wave my arms above my head and watch in amusement. I remember Jenkees' dare to play an orchestral soundtrack. I raise my arms in the air, willing one to arise. I hear something! But it is very faint, sounding like nothing more than an orchestra tuning up before a concert. Yes, that makes sense, cool soundtrack will come from doing cool stuff. I walk toward my den but now I am somehow in the hall of a building, walking past a big mirror. Hey look, I am shirtless! I look just like myself but with just that little added bit of dream buffness. I flex for a little while, shamelessly indulging in vanity. This goes on for much longer than it should and then I continue along the hall out into a balcony where well-dressed DCs go wandering by. Hey, I bet that I am at a concert hall! I decide that I should attend a symphony concert to complete Jenkees dare. I find another mirror and think to summon <PERSON>. I do not want to get too fixated on immediate success, so I say, "Hey, [<PERSON>], you can join me if you feel like it!" And in the mirror, <PERSON> appears next to me! She sports the usual purple hair, but a heavier build than waking life. I look to my right to catch a direct view of her, but instead of <PERSON>, I see my friend "Topspin"! He bears not the slightest resemblance to <PERSON> in appearance or personality, being a dude of a completely different height, race, face shape, and demeanor from her. I look back and forth from <PERSON> to <PERSON>. Both of them are smiling at me in amusement and I laugh, saying something like, "Okay, follow along with me if you like!" (Nobody does.) I walk further along the balcony and see a brown-haired woman in her mid-20s pretending to take pictures by forming her hand into a camera shape. She points her "camera" at me and I am caught by surprise when it flashes and making a picture-taking noise! I laugh at this and say "Nice one!" She springs up and does these amusing, highly exaggerated photographer poses while taking a few more pictures. I think she is hilarious and attractive, and I kiss her. Things turn sexual, but as we head this direction I notice that her reactions are almost precise mirrors of my own. The experience is fun but feels artificial somehow, and I decide to let the dream go in another direction. We are on a crowded street at daytime now. I give the photographer a hug and afterward she turns around and wanders away. I start down the road, but after a little bit, the dream ends.