Vanishing suddenly

This was a short but pleasant lucid after drinking a 3-bag brew of peppermint tea during my WBTB. I woke up for the WBTB on the late side (4:45 or so), so I did not stay awake for very long. Probably because of this, my waking life memories were a little tough to access. Color legend: Non-dream Dream Lucid Lucid #64: The Menthol Arcade I am in a dark arcade playing Street Fighter II with my friend SC. We are talking smack and he says, "I bet you cannot win a sumo wrestling match." I say something really brilliant like, "Bring it!" and the game starts. I am on the righthand side and both of us are playing as <PERSON>. I look down at the game's controls and I am disappointed to see that it has no joystick and each side has only 3 buttons instead of the usual 6. The weirdness of this sticks in my mind and after thinking it over, I realize that I am dreaming. The game starts and neither of us moves at first. I jam on the buttons a bit and my player starts <PERSON> signature "Hundred Hand Slap". I will him to start drifting to the left and he slides along for a few seconds. Before I can land a shot, the screen goes black. I look over to my left and SC has vanished. I am completely alone and all of the machines are off now. I turn away and start to explore the rest of the arcade. The arcade's divided into two sides, and the side that I am on is arranged around an enormous air hockey table that is at least 4-5 times larger than a normal one. I wonder what someone would do if the puck got stuck in the middle of that huge thing. On the opposite side of the room I see an emergency exit. I think about exploring the other side of the arcade but it occurs to me that I probably have goals I want to work on, and outside seems like a better bet. I keep verbally reminding myself that this is a dream until I reach the exit. I push on the crash bar, the door swings open, and I am staring out into a milky gray void. I am nervous about walking out there but I feel like there is no going back now. There is a bit of a drop as I step into the void, but my feet land on something solid a couple of feet down. I feel like I am wearing my work shoes. The scene goes totally dark, but I am ready to <PERSON>. I start swinging my arm around, imagining that I have a gladius. Nothing happens for a few seconds, but I still feel relaxed. I start swinging harder, throwing in a few man-grunts for emphasis. Some sort of wind sweeps up from below and picks me up off of my feet. The wind starts to swirl and soon turns into a cyclone. I can feel myself spinning and spinning, and I think that this is great -- <PERSON> suggests spinning as a way to change scenes. I am confident it will work, and sure enough I see a colorful, spinning scene start to emerge. The wind dies down, the spinning slows, and I am gently set down on a vast, jeweled mosaic that stretches in every direction as far as I can see. There is a slightly reddish glow on the horizon and what looks like a set of distant mountains. I am awestruck by what I see, but it is just a few seconds before the dream ends.