Can’t remember much of the dream, but I do recall this: I’m riding bike kinda downhill amongst a lot of other cyclists. Other than your typical bizarre dream environment, I realize something is odd.
“Hey! Wait a second here… [scans immediate surroundings] …we’re all on recumbent bikes!”
The thing is, I’ve never been on (in?) a recumbent.
For the first time, something really seemed OFF in a dream. I don’t think I’d ever had a flash of rationality like that before.
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Aside: perhaps I should have named myself infrequentvisitor. 
My lucid pursuits have been stalling overall. Think I’m gonna try some of those will-strengthening exercises from “Exploring The World Of Lucid Dreaming”. 
Seeya later