So last night I had a dream about me at school, running around - I think some sort of event was taking place. And then I come to this elevator, but it opens like a regular door. So I go in, was by myself and I guess I remembered that if you look on the back of your hand, you might see that it looks weird and realize that you’re dreaming. So I looked, and I realized I was in a dream. Everything sort of blurred out until I saw my room from an in-my-bed perspective, except everything was in black and white. I moved a little in my bed and I realized that I had control. And then I woke up, hyperventilating.
Good job. You managed to get stuck in my head.