Sleep event

Ah, August 11/12 2010. A night I will remember for a long time. My first relatively long, satisfying, epic Lucid Dream. It is actually my second, but it means so much more to me as I discovered many things. I took my first steps as an oneironaut. I am a lucid dreamer. There is no stopping me now. Let Us go back to the beginning of this great night with the non-lucid, shitty part. I am on an action tele-series. Similar to 24. We are in front of a huge glass tower with big stairs and steps. There is a black car parked next to it which contains a mentaly troubled man. I engage in a conversation with his mother, who has short blonde hair. I ask her "Is he dangerous"? She answers no, or any other negative answer I cannot quite recall. I sort of know i am on a TV show since my sister is watching it in the living room. A big load of stairs is shown while different characters from the plotline chat about how hearing people talking yet not seeing them in a tv show adds to the effect. Weird. Thn somehow I end up in a rollercoaster ride with the mother. The rails are blue and white, and it is only a few feet from the floor.. As we ride, the cart suddenly derails and we end up on the pavement. I yell to the other passengers that we are fine then ask the manager if it happens frequently. He says that this stuff happens regularly. I remember thinking "Nice and i am going back to <PERSON> with <PERSON> soon. Now i am too scared to ride stuff". I talk to a man on the front of his door and ask him why he does not like the crazy guy. I am having a red slush and I go yuck, hopefully its not cherry. It was actually strawberry. The man is having a Frosty (<PERSON>'s) with a chocolate and peach flavour. I consider taking some. Then I turn around and see his wife with another Frosty. Could have went in details but that is not the interesting part. Noone cares about Non-Lucids. False Awakening. I am in my bed and next to me is one of moms shirts. It has a very special texture, which is why its a memorable shirt. I pick it up and try to find a spot to put it. Then it hit me. But much more softly then the first time. I was not like OH SHIT DREAM! It was more of a: I think i am dreaming. Then, so I do not wake up from excitement, I pinch my nose and confirm my doubt. Instinctively, I feel like my eyes and my "Dream" eyes are still fragile. I Am afraid I will wake up if I open them. So I get up, with my eyes closed, and spin. Then I disconnect enough to open and look around. I Am convinced had I not done that, I would have messed it up. So i am in my room. Yeah. Now what? I Am going to try flying! Yay! Jump, jump, jump...no liftoff. Damn it. I keep trying to jump until I can jump to the ceiling. But I fall back down. Then I remember about a thing where you would jump from something high. I jump off my bed. No luck. I consider jumping down the window but i am too scared. So then I go "Wait a minute...Il just go through the wall, then outside, and then il have tons of space!" So I kind of feel with my hand if that is possible. The wall becomes gooey and covers the edge of my fingertips. I have just enough time to be amazed that I open my eyes and its over. Already . Next time I wil fly. For sure.