Lucid books without titles

Coming back from bathroom on 2nd floor down to basement room (reminiscent of old town house family room). Just as I came off the stairs, realized I was dreaming, had maybe 7-8 seconds of lucidity. Walked to bookshelf, tried to see what was written on book covers, but did not see any text. Felt like breadth of environmental awareness kept narrowing into the book covers I was looking at, and I didn't have the ability to look back out and do other stuff. Woke up with (not scary) sleep paralysis.

Floating quasi-lucidity

Feeling of sleep paralysis roughly coincided with near-lucid ultrashort dream. Envisioned flying (more like floating) in a dark, stark, rusty-metal colored room. Could only see the floor and bottom of one wall-floating no more than 3 or 4 feet up, in "superman" (belly-down) orientation. Didn't think of any methods to strengthen the dream, and quickly fell back out to sleep paralysis.

Out of body showering + lucidity

Short lucid dream. After an encounter with a mouse behind a book on the bookshelf, then a short board meeting where one of the ladies leading it up kept running into people as she was trying to usher people out (thought she'd be stuck in three meetings in a row)... I walked to the next room where the shower was going hot and full blast, and wondered who was supposed to be in it. I managed to imagine my own person standing behind the curtain (obscured but still visible -- think fragmented light), and thought that was interesting. Next I walked over to my dresser (in the bookshelf/conference room) and looked for a minute, by this time realizing that I was in control of my dream. I reached my hand up to my face and touched it -- however, I did not feel any touch or pressure. Regardless, I started feeling around some more, but finally lost my concentration and drifted awake.

If he's a blind man...

If he's a blind man, then _ _ - - - - \ << -3 semitones why does he know you're so yel-low? x x x x x x x x x x x

So colorblindness is communicable?

In Appalachian music classroom, people are complaining about various symptoms but I don't seem to have anything. Then the color fades out of my vision in about three seconds and I wake up to the feeling of an air bubble popping in one of my veins (more like the feeling of hitting the one nerve above the elbow on the inner side ... aka funny bone).

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Dad tells me he's glad I was named Donald, because HE had such a boring name. (!)