I had one of those lucid nightmares last night.
Chillin’ with extended friends and family in some non-specific dream-made location, minding our own business, when a big group of well trained, modern pirates locked us inside and proceeded to pillage all our belongings, not just what was in our pockets, but somehow all our stuff that was worth anything.
When I woke up I didn’t immediately recognize that it was a dream and that I ought to figure out what to do next. What was I going to say to the police, etc. Awake(!) during this thought process. (this is a common nightmare reaction for me) I fell back asleep and went right back into another variation on the same urban pirate theme.
When I woke up for good, I was relieved to find it hadn’t really happened, but my mood today has been spoiled. My sub-conscience isn’t convinced yet.