MythicDreams

So, I was in the large conservatory room of some house. It was nighttime, I believe.
The conservatory had a single glass pane, which comprised the whole wall. It was more of a single huge window at one side of the house, actually.
I was non-lucid at this point. I walked into a lounge area, right next to the glass wall.
My older sister was sitting in a comfy looking chair. We spoke, but it obviously wasn't important because I don't remember what we said.

I started play-fighting with her, but I suddenly became aware of the possibility that I was dreaming.
Unsure, I stepped back and looked around the room. It was quite small now, and it had shelves along the walls, which were lined with sturdy mugs. I said something like:
"Hang on, I think this is a dream" to my sister.
I stretched out my arm, hand open, pointing at a mug. I willed it to fly into my hand, trying to exert a gravitational pull.

Nothing.

I tried again.

Nothing.

Then it clicked - I only needed to imagine the mug flying into my hand, and it would!
So that's what I did. I pretended the mug was actually flying into my hand at that moment, and guess what?
It whipped off the shelf and landed in my hand, in milliseconds.

Unfortunately, my satisfaction was short-lived. As all the possibilities of what I could do hit me, the dream quickly degenerated into me walking around the house and deleting blocks, now in a game of Minecraft.

A spark of lucidity flickered inside me:
"Must try and get back to... before..."
I thought, before that spark was snuffed out, and my feeble effort to gain control faded.