Quite a weird experience last night.

The dream started as a non-lucid. I woke up on a school morning, really early, to pack my school bags. I went back upstairs to my room, then became suddenly lucid. I decided to go outside and fly around, so I got halway out of my bedroom window, when I suddenly stopped. Wait a minute... I thought... what if this is reality? What if I'm just really tired, and I'm thinking that this is a dream, and I'm about to plummet to my death? I looked around at my surroundings. It was all incredibly vivid and detailed and real. I could feel the cool breeze on my skin... I could smell damp air... I could see the mist in the streets and the brown/orange sky caused by the streetlights. I had a few moments of indecision before realising my vision was very narrow... I could see ahead of me, but my peripheral vision was nonexistant. This made me realise it was a dream afterall. I breathed a sigh of relief and flew off over the landscape.

Two weird things about this. Firstly, the fact that I genuinely confused the dream with reality for a few seconds, and secondly, the fact that I had no peripheral vision - something that I've encountered before in lucid dreams.

Anyone else had an experience like this?

-Pat