I’m standing on the street with a group of people. There’s some commotion going on, and I immediately know that I am dreaming. I’m staring at my hands and feet, and I feel a rush of excitement. I’m really happy that I’m in a lucid dream and immediately want to start flying. I jump off the ground. I start hovering off the ground for just a moment when my dog jumps up with me. We’re rising off the ground, soaring in the air. I am so happy how vivid everything is. The weird thing, this has never happened before, I was completely aware of my body sleeping, but I could still feel my dream body.
I came back down onto the ground for a moment. There were some dream characters standing around my car. “Look what you did,” one of them said, opening my drunk. A cat was in there. They said it had been starving in the trunk of my car.
“Nope,” I said, “I’m dreaming, I can’t feel bad about that.”
It was a relatively short lucid, but every detail was so vivid, it almost seems more real than my entire day yesterday.