A beam of light

Non-Dream/Non-Lucid/Lucid I am walking down a busy street when I perform a reality check and realize that I have six fingers. I look away and the fingers have not changed in number, so I become lucid. I try and change the number of my fingers by pulling off the excess finger, but decide against it once I remember other lucid possibilities. I then try an activity that has been eluding me for the past few dreams - flying. This time, however, I decide to begin the flight neo-style and jump from the ground to the air. I look around and realize that I am flying in mid-air. I take a couple swimming strokes to steady myself and take off (again as neo) with my arms by my sides. This causes me to fly straight into the ground. However, I am not discouraged as I feel minimal pain. I repeat the process again except this time hold my hands a-la-superman which allows me to fly with stability. I fly over to a diner by the lake that surrounds the town and set myself down near the entrance. I then try another of my lucid goals: to become a super-sayan. I hold my hands in front of me and yell "camee camee ca!!!" in an attempt to make a light beam come out of my hands. The only thing that comes forth are small crystal-like particles in front of my hands that look like the beginnings of a light beam. After a few seconds I try again, this time with zero results. I then decide to go inside and see what is happening inside the diner. I look at the peaceable people having lunch and smash a table to pieces, (probably angry over my failed light beam attempt). The manager throws me outside where I was before. I then notice a large pole, presumably for telephone lines. I fly to the top of it and start peeing off the edge. I then look down and see a woman from the diner watching me. She asks me how I was able to fly up there and I tell her that we are in a dream. She is fascinated with the idea and asks me to teach her how to fly. I come down from the pole and tell her to jump into the air and use swimming strokes to stabilize the flight. Suddenly I find myself in the middle of an intersection. The woman is there along with two other men who apparently want to learn to be lucid as well. I tell them all that we are going to fly to Paris and that they all should just follow me. I then crack a joke which I do not remember, but it went over well. We all jump into the air and start flying. As we go higher and higher I begin to lose control of the flight as gravitational instincts set in. I am not sure when or why, but we all veered off into the building, flew through walls, and ended up in a room. I then decided (not sure why) that I would kill all of them in Saw-esque traps. I followed them around the room but they seemed aware of my intentions and evaded me at every step. After a while I decided that it would be pointless to continue and tried flying away to Paris by myself. However, I was pulled back into the room. And I woke up