I don't know how to explain this, but during my dream I knew that it was a dream, but somehow I wasn't aware of it. It was like a regular dream played by my mind, because I'd have done better things than sitting on some roof made of floor tiles while knowing it's a dream. I'm pretty sure I did something else, but that's very blurry to remember. The ending of the dream made me consider if it was lucid or not, as I looked at the sky and I saw dark blue storm clouds coming towards, so I said to my self I have to wake up before it starts, I lift my right hand to the sky as if I was about to take off, but I just stood there, wondering why it's not working. Well that's the most I remember
