Lucid: Yes
I was walking down a familiar street in Oslo, when I get a tiny feeling that I might be dreaming.
I check a poster that's hanging on a nearby wall. I read the text, then glance away for a second, then read the text again - and sure enough - it changes. (In a dream world an object is never constant, it will always change when you turn your back to it.) I became lucid - "This is a dream!"
I had given myself an assignment in waking real life (WRL) to what I should do in my next lucid dream, but I couldn't remember it right away. So instead I started dashing down the street and flung myself forward and started to fly. As I ascended into the air I remembered my assignment. I wanted to manipulate the environment. I had done this before.
Like in my previous dream, it was a cold dark winter evening. I thought to myself: "I want summer!"
Wishing for this to happen I snap my fingers.
Evening turns to pitch dark night and millions of stars appear above my head - I admire them for a while - until I snap my fingers again wishing for a warm summer day.
The sun rushes to the sky, all the snow is gone, and all I see is green grass and trees among houses, churches and farms - a typical view of a Norwegian fjord. I fly around admiring everything before I decide to land at a beach volleyball court below me. Then I wake up.
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