So the other night I had this strange, but lucid, dream. I was at an event, celebrating the opening of a new hotel. I don't know what city. There were many people outside, in this large open area which was paved with limestone. Very few trees. It was a sunny, cloudless day. I remember standing near a group of young Japanese men who took notice of me. Just then I realized I was lucid, and I decided to show off my flying skills. I had to take off like a bird, flapping my arms and running. They were happy, laughing and cheering. I flew to the entrance of the hotel. And went through, literally, the glass entrance doors.
On my right was the concierge desk. Working there was a man I worked with a decade ago who owns his own Bed and Breakfast now. He smiled at me. I waved. I flew forward to the entrance of a theater inside the hotel. The usher advised me that the performance was not being seated yet, as the orchestra was still in soundcheck. I turned the other way, now walking, and went towards the elevators, as I wanted to go to the top floor and see the view. There were two doors. I was stood at the one on the right, and two men were to my left. The elevator was taking too long, so I floated through the doors and into the shaft. It was dark in there, and I could see the vibrating molecules in the air. I floated back through the doors, this time taking notice of how that felt. It was somewhat like entering a waterfall of electricity.
As I came back out, the two men advised me that I was too impatient and had just better wait for the elevator they were waiting on. I came and stood by them. Waited. Got bored and felt I was wasting perfectly good lucid time. The elevator came, I stepped inside and woke up.