Almost.

I was in the classroom hallway. I confronted my teacher. She was sobbing, and in her hand was my portfolio I had turned in a week ago. (Note: I actually did turn a portfolio in for English 102 college class about a week back. Still don't know what I got, but it'll determine whether I pass or fail English 102, regardless of the fact that I have an A in that class. But I digress...)

I asked her what was wrong, nervous that I had butchered my portfolio. She looked up at me and said:

"My husband died."

I hadn't expected that answer. I comforted her for a few moments, then went out the doors of the college and into the fresh night air. I breathed for a few seconds. Then I realized it.

"I'm dreaming."

I took a deep breath and didn't hesitate. I knew what I wanted to do. In my very first lucid, I had attempted this and failed, only doing a high jump off the surface of the ground.

"I will fly."

I closed my eyes and jumped into the air. I visualized myself with wings, and, after a few seconds, I realized that I hadn't collided with the ground, and I could actually feel some sort of new appendage on my back. I opened my eyes, and saw the earth shooting past me many feet below, my wings open, catching the air as I soared. I had done it. I was flying for the first time.

I took a few moments to get a feel for flight. I never have flying dreams, unfortunately, so, I was surprised to learn that I could maneuver myself left, right, up and down with ease. It was far easier for me to fly than I thought.

Surveying the ground below, my vision become blurry, and I knew that I was going to wake up soon. I scanned my surroundings a bit further, and saw that bright colored objects were still rather stable and clear to me. As I flew on, I saw below me a small carnival, and it was full of rides, caroussels, and tents... but no people. I stopped in mid-flight and stared at one of the caroussels. It was poignant and bright. Then, I looked into the sky, and said:

"I bet there's a whole planet of carnivals above."

I noticed a star, and I knew that, were I to reach it, I would find this carnival planet. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance. I accidentally opened my eyes and woke myself up. After ensuring that I wasn't in a false awakening, I looked up at the clock. I remembered that my alarm had woken me up at about 6:07 AM before I turned it off and lazily went back to sleep. It was now 6:25 AM. That entire dream had taken place in about twenty real-time minutes.

After returning to my senses, I kicked myself for not attempting to find the source of the snow. But, I had flown for the first time. And if that doesn't brighten up someone's day, I don't know what does.