LOL Dreams

When the hotel lurched about, I instantly became lucid. The movement of the hotel (or was it the floor?) was rotational , like the entire structure was set upon an enormous turntable. My business associates became panicked, and we all headed for the elevator, as though it were the solution in this state of surreal emergency. I frantically pushed the "elevator down" button as the hotel spun faster, faster, even faster. As we boarded the elevator, I distinctly recall the dream becoming even more lucid. I was so aware of my surroundings and my dreamstate, it was like the best lucid dream experiences I've ever undergone. It's a hyper-awareness, with everything about you heightened to super-human levels, while all remaining within the confines of the reality your dreamplaying brain replicates.

As the elevator plunged downward at a rate I couldn't determine (due to the centrifuge-like spinning vector), I was in a different state of consciousness, somewhere between waking and dreaming, wondering if I was actually coming to my demise. I didn't know if it was real or not; I only knew I was fully aware, fully sensing, and dropping like a bale of hay crossed with a helicopter propeller. Would I die? I can't believe I didn't awaken, but it must've been due to the motion, in terms of the theory that types of motion, steadying states, inertia, etc. will help one remain in dreamstate.

The answer is: I did not die. Not even in the dream. The elevator came to a slow stop, the hotel stopped spinning, and we reached the bottom. No door opened. We were sent sideways, underground, like some sort of super-elevator cum train car. The elevator (what had been an "elevator") reached a stopping point, ascending gently after the stop. The door opened and we were in Chipotle! I knew it was a dream! At this point, I was in that fully lucid state of super-awareness, where colors, motion, sounds, emotions, ALL SENSATION ITSELF, was raised to a maddening level. Maddening, in that, life will never be able to match these types of sensory super-being one is only able to attain in interludes of lucidity.

Everything smelt amazing. Take your waking olfactory abilities and multiply them by 1 million, for a rough estimate of what I was experiencing. I thought about ordering a burrito as I sidled up to the counter, but I saw a young lady (identity obscured to protect the innocent) I fancied a little some-some with. See, that's all I do when I become lucid. Perverted? You be the judge. I walked over to the table where she was eating burritos with a bunch of my old coworkers, and I stood there like some sort of stoic god-prince.

I said nothing.

She responded to my thoughts, saying, "You mean out here? We can't do that here."

I relented, and started walking toward the Chipotle lavatory as she got up from her table and fol