Last night I had a lucid. I went outside my door, and it was cloudy and rainy, but with an end-of-all-times glorious light shining down through it. it was cold and windy, but being in a dream, I only felt what I wanted of both, and it was awesome. So I decided I wanted to fly up and watch from the skies. After several failed attempts at that, I decided I would walk around a big bush in my yard and find a jetpack there. And there it was. As I was strapping it on, a DC comes up to me and starts telling me something about some neighborhood dream committee or something. He said they didn't take too kindly to people messing around in their dreams, and I'd do best to put the jetpack down. Not wanting to waste my lucid dream, I put it down, resolving to find another way to fly. And then I woke up.