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I'm freshly lucid (don't recall how it started). The first thing I remember is running out to our truck and getting in. It's night time, I seem to be at C's mom's house, and I'm feeling excited about lucidity. I start the truck up quickly and drive off onto the lonely country road. It's so realistic that I'm having a little trouble believing it's a dream, but I just KNOW it is, so I put the pedal to the medal. The road starts to curve back and forth and I take the turns like a race car driver, hugging the inner edge. A few times I go a couple inches off the road and it's still really smooth. This gives me a little confirmation that I'm dreaming. I still think to myself, "If this is real, it's really easy! I should always go 200 mph around these corners."