false awakening

it's been a long while since i've actively tried to lucid dream. the last couple years have been a bit of a blur, as i was in a dark place. I can recall becoming lucid in a few dreams from the fewer i ever recalled having. pot wasnt very conducive to my memory.

i've been trying the last three days to induce a lucid and i managed to incubate it enough to have one today

awake
thoughts
dream
lucid

i'm taking a nap but i wake up only to find im in my van. wait, i didn't go to sleep in a van.
here we go.
i decide to take flight, but upon gaining lucidity my vision goes and i can't see anything. i can feel myself vibrate as i ascend through the van's roof. everything is still black and doesnt seem like its going to change so

i wake up

i guess i forgot to try stabilizing, maybe that would have helped.

i go back to sleep only to have a couple non lucid dreams that i don't recall

It's late in the evening and I am pretty beat from the day, so I decide to get in a few z's and maybe a short dream.
Shortly after closing my eyes, I find myself in the middle of a dream

I think I am outside, in a metropolis, and the vibrant blue twilight is bathing everything in a nice royal blue tinge. I can't remember what prompted me, but I reality checked with a nose pinch
I'm dreaming
Everything begins to feel like it's vibrating at a very high frequency and I am suddenly in the void.
I am surrounded by darkness, but I can see myself. I hear, feel, and see that everything is vibrating very fast so I try stabilizing by looking deep into my hands.
The stabilization seems to be working, but the vibrations eventually make me fall back into reality.

Fuck! I curse under my waking breath. I'm awake, but something feels off...

I reality check . . . Awe yeeeaaahhhh
I jump out of bed and I am outside. I am stabilized.
I think about the list i've made of tasks to do while lucid and I decide on a few first.
I make a great leap to test my abilities. Once I land, I leap once again and take flight!
To Chichen-Itza! I am soaring in the sky; against strong headwinds I push on.
Dont think about flying! I tell myself. Dont think about the fact that it's not possible. I begin to doubt myself and i feel more and more turbulence. Look at what you've done, fantastic. I plummet to the earth . . .

Son of a bitch! Awesome as it was, I didnt make it to chichen-itza . . .
I reality check with another nose pinch
and I fly straight up out of my bed. Hehehe
Seeing as flying to chichen-itza was met with a crash landing, I try a different approach.
Still flying, I drag myself across my ceiling over to my closet in an attempt to use it as a teleportation device. As I approach my closet I see myself standing there, with some sort of holographic purple cube floating in my hands. Somehow i know that this is my interpretation of death. This isnt something I was going to deal with at the time so I cast it off as ridiculous and fly off, but before I leave my house I remember to check myself in the mirror to see if my astral form is any different then my regular self.
I look into the mirror and see myself. My plain old regular self, black jeans, black bullet bill t shirt, short black hair. I may have been holding something in my right hand.
Somewhat disappointed that I was no different, but also somewhat relieved, I decide to try teleporting via another method. I recall reading about the spinning technique to change location and a falling back technique used for the same purpose.
I do both at the same time for lulz but i wake up in my bed.

A RC and I fly out of my bed once again. I fly out the door, dragging myself along the ceiling (this is like when you are playing a video game and your character is running forwards, but there is a wall in the way so he slowly slides to the side while still running forward lol) I try and draw myself a portal with my finger this time. I trace out a large rectangle, it has sparkling edges but the portal itself is a void.
Im not too sure if I should enter, there is something strange about it.
Before I can enter, I'm awoken by my my family being loud.
Soon after I awake, I realize that the house in my dream was not my house. This house was a bungalow with bright yellow-orange walls with a white ceiling and large potted palms out in the front.

All in all, I had a good time