Dream hands

I wrote a post here a while ago about how, one night, I was completely lucid the whole time I was falling asleep and remembered it in enough detail to write about it afterwards. I've always had a weird kind of lucid thing going on when I'm asleep, particularly when I'm dreaming. I got to the point in my early 20s when I was really really good at dreaming. I had worked out basically how to control my dreams, to the point where, I remember in one particular dream, I just looked at this guy I didn't really like a whole lot and said "Get out of my dream" and he promptly disappeared. I've had peaks and troughs since then. I still fly from time to time and I can, if I have my wits about me, control objects well enough. The other night though I was having a really weird one, which had no real narrative to speak of, it just moved from one scene to another. It moved from me being in a busy city street, not wearing any pants, to me being in a lift with a lot of people who were rushing to catch a train and I was tying my sneakers because as soon as I got out of the lift, I was going jogging (pants or not). Out of the lift was round the corner from the house I grew up in and then I ran into a side street and round the corner to a street where I used to deliver papers. It was around this point that I realised I was dreaming and I thought, "Wow, I'm dreaming... I wonder where my hands are." I wiggled my hands and saw them move in my dream. "No," I thought "not my dream hands, my real hands... "I wonder if I'm lying on my back, my tummy or my side." I turned the corner into another street, then saw in a window a whole lot of people having a party then I was somewhere else where there were all these weird steam trains going past. And then I woke up. (On my side.)