I remember when I was around seven years old I had this dream/nightmare that terrified, I mean TERRIFIED, me and I dont know why because now that I think about it, it wasn't that scary:

Well. I started out walking in the living room of my old house (my current house at that time) and I walked into the living room half asleep with pajamas on. They weren't really pajamas but they were old clothes that I slept in often. I walked into my family room (where the t.v. and everything was) and there was a plastic jigglypuff (yes. the pokemon) doll thing sitting on an end table on the left side of the couch, up against the wall. For some reason I was staring at it. Really concentrating on it. It lifted off the ground and I FREAKED OUT! I was like, "Omg that thing just freakin floated! Thats not possible." Up until this point I thought I was in reality. I didn't really think about it being a dream because I was too scared. I ran outside, somehow knowing my mom was out there, and I ran up and hugged around her legs. She was talking to someone and didn't say a word or acknowledge I was scared. I'm not sure if it was a man or woman but I didn't care too much. I was really scared. I had my head in between her legs hiding my face and I looked up and then looked behind her and there was a ghost there kind of waving his arms like he was coming after me. A classic "sheet" ghost. Then I woke up.

Was I lucid or not? I realized that the thing floating was not possible but I didn't think about it being a dream.

(I posted this on a different board but I think it was the wrong board. I don't mean to spam.)