I forget how I become lucid, other than that it was through inhaling through a closed nose.
I tell four other people, two of whom I know in reality, to do the same thing. They do so and are shocked at the result. I tell them it was possible because we are in a dream. They let out a sigh a relief.
Later I am in the kitchen. I remember my goal to break things of value. Other people are here and I tell them what I am going to do. They don't really want me breaking anything, and I remind them it is a dream. I then begin breaking various vases and plates that are in here. I throw each one on the floor, and part of it breaks realistically, but the largest portion remains unbroken. I pick up a brown one and they want me to skip that one, which I do, and I say that I skipped it just in case I am sleepwalking, although I don't really believe that is a possibility.
I move on to my next goal of burning something of value. My memory of this part is not too good, but I am in the basement trying to burn something in the water heater burner. Other random burners fire out of the pipes near here.
After this I am not sure what I should do next. I remember the third goal of driving around and smashing things, but I know attempts at driving a car ruined previous lucid dreams (twice). But it is all I can think of, so back upstairs, I go out to the garage while feeling in my pocket for the keys. I slightly feel what seems like the key ring, but I cannot make them appear.
The door to the garage faces the garage door to the outside, unlike real life. My car is not here, but someone points out a garage door leading to another part of the garage. I open this door and my car is the same color, but a different shape, and says "PORSCHE" on the back! I am very happy about this, that I have a cool 'dream car.' I somehow have the keys and use the key to open the door.
The seats are a medium-brown leather, and have a new-leather smell, making this the first time for me the sense of smell has been engaged in a lucid dream. I marvel at how real it seems. I rub my hands more often than usual during this part because I never got further than this before. I look for an ignition, a place to put the key, or a button, but there is nothing for starting the car. Something points to a little black plastic thing sticking out of a part of the dash, so I pull it out and it is just the right size to nestle a quarter in it. I do so, and the car starts. Whatever works, I guess.
I finally did it! I back out of the garage and drive straight into the street. The street is not like any specific street in reality. It is wide and has highway lines painted on it, but the lines angle in and out, like there were turn lanes and so forth. The acceleration is unrealistically fast. I slow and turn right. I smash into a few objects, and I also smash into another car, with no damage or impact felt by me.
During this part, lucidity and realism steadily falls. Driving and the scenery is more and more like a video game, but I don't notice at the time. I don't remember the scenery much, but I do remember a road turning into gravel and becoming a causeway high above the landscape, which even in the dream I remember as being like a video game.
I get bored with this eventually and somehow end up back at home. P. is here just lazily sitting, and I am mad that he wasted his time in a lucid dream. Evidently at this point I am just barely lucid, not realizing that P. is not his real self, but just a dream character. Outside the window, three lanes of jammed traffic end abruptly in front of the house, with a truck carrying a large board game, or a sign with a picture of it. The game is called "Mike" and that name is written on the box in cartoony, orange letters. I recognize this as something I dreamed earlier (whether it actually was I don't know) and describe this to P. as something I dreamed earlier. He says he dreamed the same thing and I and someone else in this room am shocked at this. I ask the name of the game in his dream and he gives two other, random names, and then I 'know' he dreamed something different. I want to scold him for wasting his time in a lucid dream, but I don't get to it before I wake up.