I was standing in my room, next to my bed when I looked down at my alarm clock, sitting on my bed. The time was completely whack, and I knew I was dreaming. It's been ages since my last lucid dream, so I got excited, I ran out of my room and headed for the balcony, preparing myself to jump out and fly to where I want to go. I've done this once before and lost lucidity, because it took too long, so I decided to try and close my eyes and visualise where I wanted to go. But when I opened my eyes, all I saw was darkness, I had no more control. Upset, I forced myself to wake up, deciding I'll try and fly through the cupboard mirror next time. So far, there's been no next time..