I had just walked in some room ready to beat the shit out of some racists people and I grabbed a bat to wait for them. I smashed a TV (it hit me, the glass that is) and waited. I was on some bed. I looked at the floor and said "Hey, this might be a dream!" I don't really remember when I first became lucid but I do remember being lucid. I got up and walked around exploring the room. I saw a towel hanging on the wall and tried to make it disappear, but that didn't work.

I felt like i was losing the dream, so I began spinning (which only made me dizzy, what kind of backwards trick is that? :-p). I went to the TV to confirm I really was dreaming and I remember thinking the channels were weird and off so that confirmed it for me. I went to my computer to try to communicate with one of the guys on here (the guy that had a dream for 500 years or something), not sure if it worked. I tried spinning again but got dizzy, again. I walked into another room, and lost lucidity.

Overall, it was kind of weak 'cause I couldn't do anything, but it was my longest one so far.