Wow. My second-ever lucid dream. My parents were Important People in this dinner party thing the Dallas Institute was setting up, and the guest of honor was Paul McCartney. Therefore, Paul would have dinner with my family the day before the gala. It seemed so strange, because there we were in an everyday, homecooked family dinner, and there was Paul McCartney, sitting across the table. I woke up three times during the dream, then went back to sleep. Each awakening occured at the moment when I thought, "You know, you're at Parsons right now, not in Dallas. You're dreaming, hon." Drat. Oddly enough, Paul acted exactly like Neil Gaiman at the signing. Fwee. After dinner, I apologized beforehand and asked him to sign our unopened LP of the 1966 Compilation album thing. I didn't pester him with anything else. After that, I asked if I could hug him, and all in my family took turns giving him a hug. It was merry. Then, it was time to drive him back to the place where he was staying the night. I said "Baby, You Can Drive My Car" and we all laughed. We went outside and saw the night sky before us, which was strange, because we could see a paper-white sun setting. On the other horizon was a blindingly bright moon, which was reflected against the sky to show a dimmer moon where the sun had been. It was surreally beautiful. We got in his car, which turned out to be the red convertible from the new music video, and he drove us to the house he was staying at. I idly pondered how on earth I was going to get back home, then I woke up. Bah.