I was on a holiday in Spain with my family and a friend of mine (I think I myself was Donald Duck for some reason, but that's irrelevant to the story). We were at the beach and suddenly I had a terrible hurry to go and take a dump. There were these stairs leading to a level with doors to toilets on a big building next to the beach. I walked up there, but noticed that every WC was either occupied or not clearly enough marked for me to see whether it was for men or women. Also every time one freed up, some bastard slipped in there in seconds right past me. Then finally I came to a door that I thought must be a free toilet, but it turned out to be minimarket instead...
There actually was a toilet bowl out in the open right next to the cashier, but I decided not to use it, since that would've been kinda embarrasing. The entrance to the shop was really narrow, but for some reason I squeezed myself in anyway. When I finally got in, a local looking man with a moustache pointed a gun at me and said he was gonna rob me. I of course didn't let him do this, but instead ran and squeezed myself right back out of the shop. Unfortunately there was a black woman dressed like some secret agent with a gun also pointed at me right outside the shop. Before she could say anything, I started running away from her too down the stairs inside the building.
I could hear her, the man with the moustache and other people chasing after me. I started to realize that this wasn't just a simple robbery, it must've been some conspiracy against me, going back at least to the point where nobody would "let" me in a toilet. I also knew that if I wouldn't pick up my pace, they would catch me. I started taking bigger and bigger leaps down the stairs (there were loads of them), but knew that it still wouldn't be enough to get away from those people. That's when it occured to me: "This is a dream, I can do anything I want!"
When I made my next leap down the stairs, I started to flap my arms in a rapid fashion and yes indeed, my feet never touched the ground again, I was flying! I flew out of the building and into the skies of Spain. I could see the whole town beneath me and got higher and higher with the help of airstreams. I did flips in the air and played with a crow that joined me in my journey through the skies. Then the wind started to die out and I was loosing strentgh so I knew I had to land somewhere.
When I reached the ground I immediately woke up. Intrigued by this dream I decided to write it down, but for some reason I couldn't turn on any of the lights in my room. I remembered that we were supposed to have a temporary blackout this morning, so I just walked to open my curtains to let the sunlight in. Then I noticed that there were too many vines outside of the window that it was no use. I started to here a kitten meowing somewhere and instantly knew (as my dreams continuosly feature cats) that I was still dreaming and only then really woke up.
We didn't really have a blackout and there really aren't too many vines outside my window to let the sun in, but when I woke I still really had to poop.
This was also the first time I ever lucid dreamed and it was cool as heck. 
Anyway, when I read about these two phenomena in wikipedia, I noticed that they're both conditions closely linked to lucid dreaming and that (plus an article in a science magazine that said it wasn't just new-age nonsense) got me so interested in it...
