The dream started off with the school and the town being abandoned. Like evacuated almost. I was in the school looking for a book I lost, and the school had 3 stories. It should have 2. The power was out all over the small town, and once I left the school I found a riot ensuing. At that point I turned to a friend and told him it was lucid.

We had to spin together to stay in the dream. I remember I was spinning alone, but I was still fading so I told him to spin too. Anyhow we spun to a big empty field by the school track. It was being plowed up by a farmer who didn't leave the town I guess. He was pretty friendly, enough that I could throw clods of dirt at him and my friend could chase him down on his own futuristic looking tractor and turn the old guy's off as a prank. We were just goofing off and plowing the field.

I walked up to the old man and asked him if it was a dream or not. He had a bucket of dirt and a bucket of water. He said "put your hand in the water, and if it comes out wet this is reality and not a dream". I put my hand in, and it was wet, but I knew he was bullshitting me. I kept launching dirt at people, and finally I looked up and one short volley of several hundred dirt clods came from the sky. Then I decided to try some controll, so I picked up a dirt clod and tried to make an ant crawl out of it. It didn't work. Nothing came out of the dirt clod. Shortly after this I woke up.

The next night, I had a NON-lucid dream that I made a girlfriend mad, and my excuse to her was that I wasn't thinking clearly because my lucid dream had made me tired! Grrr...