I was wandering around a giant house last night. It was definitely my childhood home. I remember going down the spiral staircase. I really don't remember much of it, except that at one point, I became lucid. There were two women I didn't recognize in the kitchen. One of them was quite old. I decided to take a shoebox that I got from who knows where and bash her over the head a few times with it, just to see what would happen.
She didn't notice. I bashed the other lady. They wen't on acting like I wasn't there. I wondered if I wasn't there. Then I wondered that maybe these are the people who are renting that house from my father right now, and I decided to astral project myself there in dreaming, and I was acting like an obnoxious toddler trying to get their attention. I hit them both a couple more times, and nothing happened. They were obviously preparing to cook something. I was obviously in another dimension.
I kind of laughed to myself at myself, and then wandered off into a lucidity-less dream that I can't even remember now.