Dreams.

Lucid dreaming is definitely cool, but I can't seem to progress any further after the initial realization that I'm dreaming.

It took place in some wooden Fortress. In the middle of the Fortress was a large pond, surrounded by many wooden huts. There was snow on the ground; events were taking place in the north or during winter. I had to go and find the chief general (who happened to be my brother). Somewhere around here, I realized it was a dream. In anticipation of a battle with orcs (it was they who were supposed to attack the Fortress), I hurried on my way to look for my brother. Only my thoughts were lucid. I couldn't control movement or the setting itself. Over time, the snowy forest landscape changed to just a forest, and I found my brother, who was fighting some beasts (fangs wolves, probably), but by the time I ran up to him, he had killed them. My brother greeted me with a hug and we hurried toward the Fortress (the thought flashed through my mind that I could teleport us there, but then I decided not to, fearing I would ruin the setting). As we walked, I told him my plan. It consisted of luring the attacking orcs into the icy pond (I won't describe the details, as it would take too long). Everything was fine; I really hoped that nothing in the dream would change, that we would reach the Fortress and beat the orcs' faces in, but as I already said, I cannot control the setting of the dream. Therefore, everything turned into banal bullshit that one can do in real life without much effort—namely, going to the cinema with friends.

The landscape changed to a real-life one; two real-life friends appeared, along with two other some kind of assholes. When we reached the cinema (also a real-life one), one of the friends refused to go for some reason, so I went with the other. Entering the cinema, we saw many people and numerous halls (although in reality this cinema only has two) and my dean, who simply walked past after greeting me (that's how it always is in reality). We wanted to get tickets, but there were no tickets. I got tired of all this and said that if I wanted to, everyone would just disappear from here—all it takes is for me to snap my fingers (the words and the hand movement were fully lucid), but of course, nothing happened, because besides thoughts, speech, and occasionally hand movements, I couldn't do anything. And the characters of my own dream laughed at me (so, did I laugh at myself?). My attention shifted to a familiar girl standing in the crowd. I thought that it would be worth starting small and making her disappear (by the way, by this point, the size of the cinema had sharply decreased and become close to reality).

- You, - I said, - stay where you are; now I will make you disappear (while thinking to myself: what an idiot, trying to prove to a dream that it's a dream and that I can control it).
- But I am a person and I actually exist, - she replied, - you cannot make me disappear.
- You are nobody, not a person, just a part of my consciousness.
These words offended her and she left (lol, I did manage to make her disappear after all).

Realizing that nothing would work, I sat down on a bench. The friend I had come here with sat next to me and started saying something about iPhone games. I began telling him about a game I wouldn't mind playing (one that exists in reality), and then realized that I am an idiot, and I'm just telling everything to myself, because this isn't a real person. And the orcs' faces remained untouched.