I'm in a larger room, a corridor, as it seems. On both sides of the long walls there are sculptures of brass or gold. Three on each side. Their form is like what you would see of a half closed eye, or of the intersection of two circles. They are billowed like a sail, standing on their sharp edge. Nearly as high, as the ceiling, twice as high as me.
I think this is what another friend of psidreamers group saw in dreams, so I must be dreaming. With this realisation I automatically start patting the objects, which now morph and take on the appearance and substance of the white walls. The sound is like what you would expect of plaster boards.

I do this to stay anchored in the dream. I recall my task is to connect with dreamfriends, so I try to word an intention: I want to connect with the best [in the sense of being available, ready to contact me] dreamfriend, now. Nothing happens.

I wonder if my intention is too complicated, this is about telepathy, anyway. I see a door with milk glass, light shining through, so I make my way there, but the moment I open the door, the dream fades. I feel like waking up physically, but don't move and wait for new visuals to appear, to no avail. I'm happy for the lucid dreaming, and disappointed I couldn't connect.