I'm lucid. I might be riding on my bike. I'm moving at fairly high speed.

I'm going down a hill, and somehow come off the road, onto the nature strip. I see myself (and almost fall into third person perspective) - yet the difference is I'm increasingly lucid. I allow myself to just watch.

I let myself spin, fall out - make no effort to control the event. It's as though I have a second motivation - I want to understand what it's like to fall totally out of control but remain totally calm.

The results are very interesting. I eventually find myself back at the top of the same hill - with my friend Andrew.

I'm telling him about the dream, and of course (as I would expect him to be with these things he's not all that interested). I'm saying,

"Yeh, but the really cool thing is I was LUCID!"

It's almost as though I'm expecting him to "wake up" and join me in this state of mind, though I soon come to the conclusion that it's only me who's really "here" right now, and it won't make any difference what I say to him. His stern, somewhat serious face seems to reinforce this.

I have a false awakening. There's a screen and I'm saving my dream into it, as though ready to continue it when I wish.