Lucid Intent? Yes
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[lucid assignment: let the dream direct itself, and just go along with the plot as an extra would ... but don't let on that your goal is to passively absorb spiritual energy from all aspects of the dream, including the "evil" ones. If necessary, fool other dream characters into thinking you're not lucid by acting the way they expect you to act]
I'm somewhere in Manhattan, sitting in a restaurant with my two brothers. I have a suit on and I'm starting my career as a businessman, which they both highly approve of (in real life, I chose the least illustrious career of the four of us -- being a hospital lab tech ... but I don't envy the compromises they have to make all the time to stay at the top of their cutthroat career ladders).
Suddenly both of them get sick of talking to me. I shrug and take off running. At one point I'm actually skidding along on the surface of puddles of water in my bare feet, almost as if I'm barefoot water-skiing (something my older brother could do in real life ... I, on the other hand, could never even get up on TWO skis on the family water-skiing expeditions).
I come across a pothole that's full of muddy water. I'm almost lucid, but the puddle looks so REAL -- the skyscrapers behind are reflected in it, and their reflections ripple as a breeze stirs the surface -- that I decide I must be awake. I feel semi-drugged, though.
I wake up and am startled at how detailed the puddle in the pothole looked.
In a new dream, a statue that looks a little bit like Michelangelo's "David" is alive and moving around. He is attracted to a statue of a fairy-like nymph, but the latter is not alive as he is. However, he keeps touching it as if he can't contain his desire for it.
I warn him that he needs to get the statue's consent to be touching it like that. My advice annoys him and this seems to trigger a shift in the dream.
Now I send a toy wind-up car off down the hallway in a church. When it bumps over a power cord strung across the floor, it disappears for a moment (this should have made me at least a little bit lucid, but it did not).
I wake up.