I Grew a Tail!

...Non-lucid part abbreviated..

The dream was taking a serious turn for the worse when they started chasing me with knives. I jumped out of the window and decided to fly away.

By flying, I realized that I must be dreaming. I was still feeling kind of anxious, and even though I knew it was just a dream, I wanted a change of scenery first to get my mind off of it. I found myself in some kind of industral warehouse, where I decided to do the Advanced Task of the Month: growing a tail.

I really suck at making things appear out of thin air so I took a creative approach. I took the back of my shirt, which was somewhat baggy, and tugged on it, as if I was feeling my tail (without looking behind me to see what I was doing). I kept doing that until I transformed the tactical feeling of tugging on my shirt to the feeling a tail. I looked behind me. IT WORKED. HELL YEAH!

I saw that I had a pretty badass fox tail. The upper part of the tail was red, then it had a black stripe, and the latter third was white. I may have done a happy dance right about here. I started talking to some dream characters because I always love what they have to say. I checked back a couple minutes later and my fox tail had turned into shiny tinsel, but about the sale color scheme. I think I lost lucidity after that, or my recall drops.