The Nearly Lucid Dream With Those Two Entertainers

MORNING OF JUNE 14, 2008

The early part of this dream delves further into my personal life than I'm willing to go in an online dream journal, so I'm skipping it and joining the dream in progress:

Something that had happened in the early dream just left me totally nonplussed, and I couldn't believe I'd seen it. I reasoned with myself that surely the only way possible for such a thing to happen would be if I were dreaming the whole thing. As I sat there contemplating it, a woman (who I realize in retrospect looked like Richard's mother, though it wasn't supposed to actually be her) approached me.

She told me if I was dreaming, I should just tell myself to wake up. So I sat there for a moment, repeating to myself, "Wake up! Wake up if you're dreaming!"...and nothing happened. The lady and I were then both satisfied that I must not be dreaming, and so it continued on! (How very rare for me to come so close to lucidity in a dream and lose it to the dream once more.)

At this point I went into a room where several other people were gathered. It looked like we were at some kind of resort. I could see a body of water out the windows. We were waiting on something, but I can't remember what. I just know we were all very impatient, as though the wait had been long. There were two men, one black and one white, who stepped up to entertain everyone while we waited.

The duo just acted crazy and did all sorts of comedy acts for us. Most of them really weren't that funny, though a few bits were OK. Eventually people started leaving, including me. One man stopped me on my way out and informed me that it was considered good etiquette to tip the men who had been entertaining us. I didn't think this was fair, because no one asked them to entertain us, and they weren't even very good! And yet for some reason I now felt obligated to give them at least a small tip even though I didn't enjoy their work.

I had nothing smaller than a 10 in my wallet, so I found one of the two guys and handed him the 10. I told him it was the smallest I had, and said I hoped he and the other guy could split it for a tip. He said that would be fine. I walked off and realized I'd accidentally handed him a 20 instead of a 10...but it was too late now to correct that without seeming like a jerk.