Useless meta-dreamspiration

I was talking to Greg (in the dream) about the crazy random creative turns of phrase I can come up with when I'm half asleep. But really, I was reading off random text from a dense document in Microsoft Word. It was as though I, and the document, were in a dream-like state, and I was reading it out to Greg, who I assumed to be normally conscious. Unfortunately, of the several random phrases I read off, I don't remember any of them. Just that they seemed clever.

Smanblue. Another (almost) lucid dream.

I was walking around some kind of a huge, open convention center/department store with Calbert and Jared G. As we walked through an open lane, I was mentioning something to Calbert about what I was dreaming about earlier, and even mentioned something about "this dream".

Of course, at this point, I went, "duh", and started paying very close attention to what was going on around me. I knew that previously when I had realized I was dreaming, my pulse would start racing and I would have a very hard time staying asleep. This time, however, I felt somewhat calmer.

Still, I was trying to come to terms with my surroundings, so that I would have a basis for what was in the dream before trying to consciously mess with it. I glanced all around... I remember seeing extremely tall shelves, like you would see in a BJ's or Sam's Club, but even taller; but the walls and ceiling were white, like a department store.

I caught sight of a box that Calbert was holding, and written on it was the word "smanblue". I repeated it to myself, loudly, a few times, desperately trying to stay attached to my surroundings. "Smanblue. Smaaan...bluue... SMANBLUE!!"

Then I woke up. I think. No sleep paralysis this time.