Sometimes in lucid dreams I get so busy doing what I want to do that I forget to pay attention to other things in the dream holodeck. Last night I was trying to get something done before I woke up, and I knew I didn’t have much time.
So I’m flying around around trying to get it done, and then as I’m flying down a pathway like Superman, there’s my dad standing in my path. He’s wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt, and so I come to a screeching halt and pause for a moment in front of him like the Road Runner. I’m torn between the time clock running out and having a conversation, so I just say, “Hi dad.” Then I poke him in the belly and say, “Great shirt!” Then I zip off again with a little “meep meep” because I know my time here is almost up.