I just woke up in my bed and I knew I was "in my bed" that I was theoretically "at home" but I had no idea where or when, which bed I was in. I layed there thinking none of that matters you know you're in "your" so it's fine. Until I remembered.
I lucid dream so frequently I can't even be bothered to go or do anymore I just hang out and wait for things to happen to me. I swear I've been stretching and playing with these two girls from highschool for the passed three hours singing and waiting for a basketball game to start. Sometimes my team was tree and sometimes I was in St. Augustine or Mount Dora.