I was walking around, the sky was orange and the clouds were purple, and there were blue mountains. Of course I knew I was dreaming. I started talking to myself in the dream, then for the fun of it, started shouting obsenities. I didn't walk around, but teleported to a different scene. There were tourists pointing at the blue mountains. Then things started fading black, and I struggled because I didn't want to leave. A different non-lucid scene in my dream I appeared in. I enjoyed it while I last. The more I type out my dreams the more I remember. Like I had an image of me walking down a sidewalk. Maybe I did walk to the scenery, but I just don't remember.
