A little description of me: I'm a teenager who almost never remembers his dreams, or at most, just a snippet of them. Then I found this site. I started looking around and reading all about lucidity, and I decided to start doing a dream journal later.

Two days after reading all of this stuff and NOT keeping a dream journal, I had this dream:

I was on my couch with my laptop. It was sunny, although it's winter over here, but that didn't bother me. I had all of this porn on my laptop that I was furiously trying to delete before my parents saw it. Then I found myself in a car with my parents and we were going downtown. For some reason, we had won a Wii, and my mother and I were arguing about it's cost.

We arrived at this bookstore with a cafe, and I realized that I wasn't wearing any pants. Then I thought "Wait, is this a dream?" I thought this because I remembered the dream signs that I read about. I tried to do some stuff and change the environment around me. It didn't work. So I thought "No, this is real," and kept walking to the bookstore. My dad and I went to the cafe and it was really huge with all these jugs hanging from the ceiling and then I woke up.

What's really strange about this, is once I questioned my dreamness, I couldn't do anything to prove that it was a dream. Second of all, this has been one of the least strange dreams I've ever had, so why would I question it on such a normal dream?