I was playing four-square in the dream. That's weird for me, because I don't even know how to play four-square. I never learned. Somehow I knew I was playing four-square, though. Anyway, I thought to myself, "Oh, right. In my next dream I have to become lucid." Then something clicked and I realized I was dreaming. At that moment, the dream had already been slipping away. I frantically rubbed my hands together, but my dream-hands didn't move, only my real ones did. By now the dream seemed more like a daydream than a dream. I woke up and screamed in frustration.