(WBTB/MILD)
I have a lot of recall for this dream, but at some points the continuity gets confusing, mostly due to changing levels of lucidity. I'll do my best to put it all in a way that makes sense:

I started non-lucid, or rather, almost lucid. I was in a house that looked vaguely like my RL one. The place was strangely dark, mostly due to the fact that all doors, windows, blinds and curtains were closed, letting little light in. The strangest part, though, was that everything seemed way too sharp and clear. "Am I dreaming?", I asked myself. I was almost sure I was, but I still needed to test it. I opened a closet, but there was nothing wrong in it. I remembered there was a bathroom nearby, and headed into it to look at the mirror. I had a little trouble focusing my sight on it, but when I got right in front of it, I was sure this was a dream. The large, square mirror seemed to have several cuts and folds in the reflection, while it was still plain. The result was several repeated images of myself in different angles. Two or three of the reflections also had something strange: beside me was my friend M. She had a weird hairpiece made of white thread. It thought it might have been some kind of North-American Native art. I left the bathroom, happily. My eyes itched and I blinked, making the dream temporarily unstable.

My lucidity decreased a little, and I faded between lucid and non-lucid moments. I had met B. and he had invited me to go out with some friends of ours, like R. M., who we hadn't seen in a while. We arrive at a bar, restaurant and chat for a while, though I barely remember what happened here. The scene eventually repeated with several changes. At some point, my lucidity increased again, though it wasn't as high as in the house/bathroom scene. I was leaving the restaurant, when I notice my Nintendo 3DS is in my jeans's pocket. I pick it up, amused to find it in the dream and vaguely think about the pedometer function working in a dream or not. I meet a friend(?) outside and we talk. A strange guy shows up and though I'm somewhat lucid he scares me a bit. He spoke loudly and wanted to see my 3DS. He was distracting me too much, so I was losing lucidity. I became worried that he'd try to steal the 3DS, but showed him anyway. He played a little poking strongly against the screen. I winced and told him he didn't need to touch it so hard, but he wouldn't listen.

My lucidity pretty much derailed again, but returned at almost its peak, along with a dream change. I was now in yet another dark house (it's a recurring dream sign for me o_o strange). I was hanging out with a dream character that reminded me of my brother, another character that I didn't give much attention to and a girl I instantly felt attracted to. She was small, slender and looked fragile. She had a tan/light brown skin, wore glasses and had short hair. She was feminine and didn't speak out much, but was a really nice and cute girl. Apparently, she was a tailor or a fashion designer of some kind. She wanted us to help her find some fabrics for a theater play. While I was still quite lucid, I decided to go along and help her. I kiss her softly on the lips twice, but as she seems embarrassed I decide not to force her. We go on.

We walk through dark alleys and streets (again, darkness) and seem to be having a lot of fun walking and chatting. Eventually, we get into this old dark (AGAIN) house (in fact, I wondered if it was the back of the theater). There are three doors on the back wall here, which I know are empty closets. The brother-like DC asks me why don't we "use these doors". I tell him they are empty, and moments later I realize he was suggesting a Lucid Dream trick. I smiled, surprised that a dream character would give such a hint. I open the door on the left and see an empty room. I close the door and open it again and it is leading somewhere else entirely. We all go through it (I don't remember exactly where, but again it was a darkened house).

As we cross into the new place it hits me - wait. If this is a dream, we don't have to keep searching for this stuff. I mean, it'd probably just disappear after I woke up, right? I turn around and tell this to the short, cute girl. Upon the realization that this was all a dream, she started to freak out. She was crying and hyperventilating, and fell to her knees on the wooden floor. I sat and put my arms on her shoulder, trying to calm her down, repeatedly saying things like "Calm down", "Don't worry" and "I'm here, don't worry, it's gonna be okay." She hugged me and wrapped her legs around me, crying and sobbing. I calmed her down and kissed her softly once more before waking up.