I had my first lucid the other night, it started off set in the dark, short story, my sister screamed for me, my mom was pulled out the window by a jaguar, a man was in the bathroom with a knife, then it was a different man with a shot gun..i grabbed my sister and ran. turned into a mall, different items on each floor, realized the men had something like a map or codes that belonged to my little sister, so i started chasing them,, eventually flew to try to catch them quicker..sister was on the phone, and told me everything was ok. So after i realize everything was good, i realized i had flown, so i thought, wow i must be dreaming, cool. lol. so I looked around and I was on a familiar road, I decided to fly in the direction i wasnt so familiar with, and i managed to fly easily, and came across a pond, and flew down over it, skimming the water with my fingertips..
lost control, i guess cause im not an experienced flyer lol and have never flew before.. but it was so beautiful, and felt amazing.

After this dream however, I have managed to become lucid again, but all my dreams i remember have taken place in the dark, a night setting, and when i became aware that something was not quite right, instead of saying, oh cool, im dreaming, i felt like i was in another demention, like an alternate reality. I thought i was stuck so to say, in this dream, this real place..and had an anxiety attack, thinking i was going to be stuck forever.. and the walls and images around me were shaking and going in and out and melting.. and i couldnt realize that it was a dream, i thought it was a real place i had somehow went to..

any ideas of why i felt that way? why couldnt i realize it was a dream? even though i realized something about this "world" wasnt real?...