I remember going into a hotel room that had many beds and few doors. I walked into what I believe was my room, and noticed my suitcase. It was pink. I turned around to say something to someone, and when I looked back at the suitcase it was yellow. This caused me to question reality, and begin a lucid dream. However, it was not very strong and I had little control over it. I decided that I wanted to meet the drummer from my favourite band, so I called out his name and willed him to come forward. He did. Except he ran from me. I lost lucidity and ran after him. I woke up.