I found myself in an exhilarating dream.
Castles, Knights a great medieval scene. I was fighting and I felt like a warrior. It was a great dream.
I became aware that I could or should not be able to be throwing these gargantuan Spears. That was the sign that led me to my lucidity.
Oddly though it was to my dismay.
I don't want to go into great detail about my thought processes, ones that carry over into conscious sleep. But I am quite frankly tired of F*$^@* up my dreams. My gosh dang analytical train of thought.
Why can't I let go?

I fell in an out of lucidity to ultamitly wake up anyway.