Venryx

I'm on bike trip, just having gotten on the bus. Someone says, "If you forget your bike, you lose it." I run out and say "Wait", and start pulling my bike to the trailer, when my dream fades.

The dream reforms shortly into a scene in like a train station. I now know I'm dreaming. From this part, I only remember the part toward the end.
Someone is sitting to my left and right, as I talk with a "voice" who's controlling a very large screen on the wall in front of us. It's either understood as my subconscious, or something close to it, like a powerful AI--either way, it was asking me who I should summon back from the dream that had just ended.
I scroll through the list and pick someone. The person on my left then starts pestering me, and then I think that led to the false-awakening below.

I'm now back in bed. I think I'm probably awake, but when I open my eyes, then close them again, I notice that my "eyes-closed" vision/imagination of the room around me is unusually sharp, and contains not real element (like a large tin on a shelf above me). I decide I'm probably in the in-between state where part of it's from my senses, and part from my dream generation.
I thus begin the break-back-into-dream procedures. I try rocking left and right, but it doesn't seem to have much effect.
I try imagining the feeling of there being some object on the ceiling. This one starts working. The vision of an object forms, and sharpens. I can now see a large white sheet of paper on the ceiling, with writing on it as of some official document.
I try reading the text, but only get a few words as I decide it's better to focus on the overall picture for use as a dream-reentry tool. (the part I read had "Property of [something]" as the title)
So I focus on the vision and try to deepen it, and it begins warping and animating. I also start hearing some noises--something like wind, and then more distinctly, a voice saying some letters. They were repeating, like of a rhyme. They were: "o b q c" (may have gotten the first one wrong, but the rest are correct)
I feel that I can make the paper warp even more and become more wild, but this makes me slightly nervous as I don't want it to start talking or something (still a lucid scaredy-cat), so I decide to shift to another type.
I start doing the rocking again, or something motion or hearing based, when I then hear a familiar sound, of a number prompt being spoken.
I then realize it had awoken me for real, as verified by rc shortly after. (which is fine; I prefer continuation, but getting a lucid each day (as has been true lately) greatly reduces the pressure)

Sorry, this one has very little context as I was interrupted and couldn't return my thought immediately, so I only distinctly remember the part just before waking. (which is sad since I know most of it was from an earlier section)

We'd just made it to the island somehow. I had flown up onto a wooden platform about 300 feet in the air, and was surveying the scene, when natives on the ground began firing at me with small flute-like weapons (they'd use them to shoot small arrows, I think poisoned). I was successfully evading them, but was simultaneously attempting to coordinate some procedure with the rest of my group.