It is like I experience tipping over from consciousness into the dream world. There is a down-rushing wave of what seems like paint streaks or images smeared in a wave which I am floating over in some way. I am lucid as soon as this starts happening, I just can't remember what happened between then and when I ended up in a pleasurable romp with a woman other than who was in my POA.
I do have to state yet again, that despite what I have heard a majority of phasers claim about phase sex having no manifestation in physical reality- I have personally disproved multiple times. 
I woke up again in RL, and since I was more or less on a break from practicing other techniques than LD, I went back to sleep shooting for an LD. Now this is the humorous and disgusting part. I find myself standing in my living room in the dark where some of my family and unrecognized friends are watching TV (there is no TV there in RL and the position of one of the couches was all wrong).
I am standing behind an armoire where a baby is sitting in his pajamas (there is no armoire sitting in our living room in RL). When I look down at this baby, I see that he has one of those disgusting puddles of yellow-green baby crap running out of him.
Worse than this, I sense that somehow some of these chunks are in my MOUTH! 
Now in retrospect, I think I must not have a RL experience or frame of reference for what butt dumplings should taste like, because it was actually quite flavorless, and nothing what I would expect it must taste like in RL. I am thinking about how I don't want to walk away and risk the baby falling off the armoire, so I don't know what to do. Anyway, somehow I eventually recognize that the baby's unrecognized mother is standing slightly behind me at the entrance to our hallway, so I miraculously am able to get her attention about the crisis despite the poo pebbles in my mouth. She takes the baby and gives me a bar towel with which I start to wipe off the armoire.
I remember that I have baby brownies in my mouth and think it might be a good idea to expel them with extreme prejudice. I open our front door, step off the porch in front of where our roses grow and spit out the diaper gravy. Right after this I hear this growling from across our street and start to feel a bit fearful and anxious. There is a large boxer there growling and staring at me threateningly as I hurriedly jump to my porch and open our front door.
It is FINALLY at this point that I realize I am dreaming. So neither the unlikely circumstance of me having Mr. Hanky's family reunion in my mouth, nor the trained dream check cues I have in italics up to the point of the second door opening alert me to lucidity.
I excitedly start palpating and peering our hall walls while I move toward the room across the hall. It is easy to recognize how unreal the walls are with their cloudy paint patterns of blue to green hues and how the paint has a reflective quality to it, but seems blistered and often flakes off at the touch. The subconscious agenda sucks me in again when I get to a portion of the hall where the wall waves inward like a heavy canvas curtain. Like Carlos Mencia's proverbial "Dee Dee Dee" I think "(Duh), A secret room!"
I abandon my POA and end up in this huge room where there is a dark hardwood floor and it looks like there is an Asian man and woman doing some sort of infomercial. Bored to tears, I leave the room and remember my POA. I sense that I'm across town from where my target is and am about to attempt a translocation back to my own agenda when my alarm goes off in RL and I have to get up for the day. Sneaky subconscious- foiled again! Doh!
Happy Flying! 
. The culmination of sexual excitement is manifested inside and outside the phase as the phase went on. 
. As I'm trying to get a feel for my sleep breathing despite the nasal honking I'm doing, at 4:44 on the recorder I hear a deep throated scream like someone is being subjected to excruciating pain and terror—and nearly sh*t my pants as I'm sitting there listening to it 
Anyway, Happy Flying! 