Let’s see… last night I was:
Flying around my living room on a miniature bicycle
Small enough to fit on the minature bicycle
Being chased by government forces for some secret technology I had.
Using a yellow balloon to distract the miniature government planes that were folloing us around the living room from us, because the balloon looked like the technology (I think it was some sort of power source or engine)
Becoming normal-size as I jumped off the bicycle and ran through the door outside.
Announcing or nearly-announcing (it happened the first time I had the dream, I don’t think it actually was announced this time but I definitely was thinking about it) my betrothal to a woman who was both working for/leading the government forces and trvelling with me and helping me get away.
Her name never came up but I had the distinct impression that she was Dominique Francon from The Fountainhead.
But of course, the one that I do notice (at the very end of the dream) is that I can’t run properly. There was actually a logical argument in my head, going something to the effect of, “I can’t run properly, but it’s not really a nightmare, it’s not that scary of a dream, but then if I can’t run properly, it must be a nightmare… okay, this is a lucid dream, stop.” I managed not to wake myself up by getting too excited but I forgot to stabilise it and woke up anyway [/list]