Sprocketon

I was in a hotel lobby of sorts. The walls were shiny, black face brick. Like onyx. There were also chandeliers (gold) hanging from the ceiling. There was also a reception with a few faceless individuals standing around it going about their business. (I didn't actually take the time to pay attention to these people) I looked on the floor near my foot and there was a board. It was shaped like a ripstick except without the wheels. I stood on top of it and it began to move slightly. I wanted to move forward but had no idea how. It was then that I realised that I was dreaming.
I 'willed' the board to move forward by imagining what that would feel like. The shift in gravity, the adjustments to my balance and the subtle breeze that accompanies a fast acceleration. I sped about around the corridors of the lobby until I hopped off and changed my surroundings. I made the walls join with the floors to form a ramp so that I could carve along the walls and down again. The last thing I remember doing was forming a deep tunnel, like pit and free falling with the board into it.