I was lucid, naturally lucid. I was outside on some pavement trying to build some momentum to fly. I normally fly with no problems at all, but occasionally, I can't. I feel too heavy to lift off the ground or I can't get up past a few feet for more than a few seconds. I accepted that this was one of those lucid dreams where I just don't have it in me to fly. Suddenly I was pulled FAST through time. I saw my entire life flash before my eyes until it was over and I was dead. It was like the entire timeline of my life was a tunnel and I was being pulled through faster than the speed of sound. I caught glimpses of everything: my kids growing up, my aging, the mundaneness of day to day life. It all happened so fast until I was old with white hair. 82 years old. In a hospital. And out the life tunnel I went, my life over. And I was floating in pure black nothingness. My entire life gone, far away. A mere dot of light where I once existed. It was the end.