Epic Dream

Friends,
It was perhaps a week ago, I posted my interest in Oneirology on Facebook. For the uninitiated, Oneirology (Oh-nigh-rol-ogy) is the study of dreams. A practitioner thereof is often refered to as an Oneirinaught. We'll just say lucid dreaming and lucid dreamer. Lucidity simply refers to the knowlegde that you are dreaming. What you decide to try to do with that knowledge delves into what is known as dream control.
Last week, I complained of "the worst lucid dream ever". I was in my living room, surrounded by extended family, including my mother. I remember doing a dream check and becoming lucid. I remember saying aloud "I dream! I'm dreaming!" but they didn't believe me. I tried every trick I know to try and convince them, but nothing worked. I had no extraordinary power at all. I couldn't fly, walk the walls, lift heavy objects, nothing. Finally, I was able to eacape the room by walking through the door to the kitchen. It was difficult, but I passed through and found myself in the kitchen of a house I lived in over five years ago.
Last night, I had the opposite, perhaps the best lucid dream ever. It still lacked all but the slightest modicum of control, but the best dreams, for me, are what I call semi-lucid. I was only aware that I was dreaming. I made no effort to control my environment or do anything extraordinary. I simply lived out the dream as a man wandering in wide eyed wonder of what his mind is capable. Once I start doing crazy things like flying, the dream tends to fade away. What stuck out the most in the dream was permanence. Things stayed where I left them. If I left a room and went back later, I would invariably find the same room. Now I have no way of proving this, even to myself, until it becomes possible to record and playback your dreams. I know how pliable the conscious mind is when the body is asleep, capable of believing anything it sees or any notion that may occur to it. Therefore, I may be mistaken in this permanence, but it certainly did appear so at the time.
The plot of the dream, such as it was, is lost on me now, but it took place mostly on an infinitely large train. It was a bullet train, travelling over 300 miles per hour. I remember I could feel the incredible wind when I would travel between cars.
What stuck out second, was the false awakening after the train docked in The City. The City is one of my reoccurring settings. Like the train, it is infinitely large. It is full of towering buildings, each of them a universe unto itself once inside. Believing myself awake again, I wandered the corridors of one of these buildings until I randomly did a dream check. "No..." I said. I tried again "No it can't be."
I was actually incredulous. The environment, so intricately rendered could not possibly be a dream. But it was.