I was being driven around with a sort of 'gang', in a large truck. After a while, I was the one driving, and then I was in the car with Mom, and then Mom disappeared too.
Realizing, for some reason, that this must be a dream, I looked at my hands while driving, still worrying a bit about crashing, and saw that they still looked normal. This, however, didn't set me off, and I continued to think that I was in a dream, although I don't remember looking at my watch.
I immediately drove home as I realized this, for I also realized that I was on the back roads near my house. When I got there, I told my parents that I was dreaming. They didn't respond for a long time, then looked at each other, and, I think, broke out laughing.
(wasn't very vivid, and indeed seemed more like 'dreaming about lucidity'...)
Posted by Trevor Savage at September 27, 2003 10:45 AM