So last night I remember being in a crowded train station with people who were dressed as if we were in the 1800's. I was watching a blonde woman, she seemed to be watching me also, or at least aware that I was watching her. She was wearing a brown trench coat, black stockings, brown shoes with a low heel, and was carrying a brown purse. Her hat was also brown, and had a very flashy pheasant feather on the right side.
As we locked eyes, a train came into the station, barreling, not slowing down. It hit the end of the tracks and came flying into the crowd, and directly over my head. I watched it fall onto my face, but as it hit, everything went into reverse and the train flew backwards back onto the tracks. I looked back at the woman, and she was still looking at me. Not smiling, just looking. Just then some police officers took her by the upper arms and led her away. All the people in the station just stood there, dumbfounded. I realized that no one had moved, or screamed, or even changed a facial expression the entire time. It was completely silent.
The next part of the dream I remember arriving at a lake with some friends. I have never actually met them in waking life. We were planning to camp. I looked up a steep incline and saw that people had staked tents there. I asked someone how they intended to really camp there since the incline was roughly 75 degrees. They didn't answer. I was interested in going swimming, but for some reason I spent the next long part of the dream trying to masturbate, and finding it difficult to find a private place to do that in. Once I realized this what what was going on, I became lucid.
I ran over to a mirror to see who I was, and my face was that of a woman in her thirties, blonde. Very good looking. I was pleased with myself. I hurried over to three people to speak with them. But all I did was look quickly back and forth upon their faces. The one on my right asked me why I was acting so immature. I said that I rarely became lucid these days, and that this was the first time in months. She smiled. I said that if I didn't look at them quickly, I would lose my lucidity.
I wondered why the word "immature."
I noticed that the faces of these people were not people faces at all. They were slightly feline. The skin almost seemed like it was an exoskeleton. I was starting into the face of the one on my left, when I lost lucidity. I couldn't keep it together to ask anything or do anything with my time.