I was at home and mom was here. I went to the kitchen and found some pot, along with modafinil. I grabbed both, put them in a bag, and went to sit at the computer in order to hide it from mom. She came in to say some things and in that moment I realized it was all a dream. I clutched the bag and it kept inflating, until it popped. In my semi-lucidity I controlled the dream so that mom wouldn't find out about my addictions.
I started looking around, everything looked so vivid and real. "Wow, my mind is capable of this level of realism" I thought. I was going to open the door, but I didn't have the key. "It doesn't matter, it's my dream", so I opened the door without any problems, despite it being locked. Then I reached the stairs and realized I had two options: go up or go down. I went up to the roof and there was nothing special, except boiler room stuff and a nice view. I could try flying, but in reality I wanted a sexual dream, so I started to go down.
As I was coming down I realized that my mom was my anima, and that I had to speak with her, but as I thought this I woke up. I went to sleep again asking to be put back into the dream, but I arrived to a different dream.