I'm pretty out of practice after my long lucid break, so I decided to post this one anyways even though I didn't even tried to recall it. I was on a plane, I think. But now that I think of it it would be more of an interceptor like in Saints Row the Third. It was on autopilot, and while the windshield is open I don't feel the wind nor freeze, dream logic I guess? I commented that it's fun to be on an aeroplane. Later I somehow talked to my dad in telepathy, I spoke aloud until someone asked me what I am doing, so I started trying to talk to my dad in my mind. My dad wasn't in sight, by the way. I told my dad about my fascination about skydiving, but he said that I can't drive them because I'd need a piloting permit, which I remembered just now, and went OK. I think directly after this I segued into some MS Paint adventure thing. then it skipped to my talking to my friend about how to defend yourself if you're lucid in the middle of a dream siege in a restaurant (FACEPALM) and another of my friend went kinda "I'm sorry, but your conversation is a bit... umm..." And I finished for him, "Retarded"
There was a train on a very linerar track that moved automatically on autopilot. It moved through a dark city. Unlike many other dreams of mine that have trains I had a little bit of control over this one. I could not steer it or make the train deviate from its pre-programmed route but I could use the brake to slow the train down or even stop it, which I had to do several times because there always seemed to be people on the track who would not notice the train until it was very close. I managed to never hit anyone by slowing the train down and sounding the loud horn. At one section of the route, which seemed to be the edge of the city, the streets were tilted and twisted and very very oddly placed and I had to stop the train to avoid it crashing into a building or something. I got off the train and it continued its automatic route without a pilot. The twisted streets defied gravity and were on steep angles yet all of the buildings stayed in place and looked like they had been built to accommadate the twisted and angled streets. There is some more to this dream, something about being on or near a warf by a large bridge that spans a river or something, but I cannot remember any of it.