Vanishing suddenly

This LD was the first of two from the morning of 9/17/2013. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #147: Train Station Cafe I am in a wood-panelled room looking at some kind of device with Wife and a woman that I think is NyxCC. It is a small wooden box about the size of a cigar box with a mirror-like screen on it when you flip the lid open. There is a big window to our left with a view of an endless forest. After we are through looking at the device, we walk down a long hallway into an area that looks a bit like a train station. NyxCC and Wife are talking animatedly about types of art projects they both like to work on. On our left is a busy cafe with walls made entirely of glass, and we step inside to find a table. NyxCC and Wife sit down at a table, leaning forward, elbows on the table, still talking about this art thing they are into. Before I sit down, I realize that I have forgotten something back in the room we just came from. I turn to leave just as I notice that NyxCC's jaw looks thinner and longer than it did a moment ago. I think about this as I am preparing to exit the cafeteria, trying to think whether Nyx looks different than she used to. The whole thing makes me think of lucid dreaming and a quick burst of critical thinking makes me lucid. I turn back to look at the crowd, but Wife and Nyx have both vanished. I see one of our friends "LS" seated at a tall but narrow circular table nearby, but as I scan the crowd and return my eyes to this table, LS has turned into my four-year-old son "E", sitting by himself in some kind of boosted chair. I walk up to E's table and say, "Hey buddy, I am dreaming." "Uh-huh!" he responds, emphasizing the second syllable. I grip the edge of the table with my hands, trying to draw out as much vividness as possible from the scene. My hands are a strange color, slightly pinkish. The table feels just like a cool, laminate table edge like you would find in a fast food restaurant. I look up to see a waiter watching me, along with E. I reach down and grab the table by its leg. "I want you to see what you can do in dreams," I say, pumping the table up and down over my head. "I can make it float away if I want to." For some reason, the ceiling is high above us, maybe a hundred feet up. The table floats upward for a while and then awkwardly disappears. I look down to get one more glimpse of E and the water staring at me before I fall into the void. I rub my hands together then reach forward to see what is here. My hands land on what feels like the shoulders of a woman wearing a strapped dress. She is moving around a bit and seems like she might be trying to communicate or interact but none of it is getting through to me. I get a vague vision of her as a woman in her mid-30s with long brown hair, but before I can see her face, I wake up.