Today's dream: Got visited by the dream police, a Chinese censor!

I had a small lucid dream today. I was at first with my family in a hotel, we were going on and down on some elevators. I don't remember much except the fact that I was sitting with some family members in a lobby, then went down an elevator and along the way I noticed that I had left my phone in the lobby when sat up.

When I noticed I had left my phone, I went into thought: How the hell could I leave my phone behind? "That's not something that happens, is it?", and I immediately questioned whether I was awake. I never leave anything behind, I have a method I've used for more than a decade, so this was extremely strange.

I was still not convinced that I was dreaming. Everything was too realistic and happening in good time order. I looked around, everything had details. I walked through a hall, saw a receptionist, saw some food stands, and that's when it all clicked. I was with family members whom I never see, and I was travelling in a foreign country, going through buffets and markets with luxurious goods I loved to watch. I realised at once: this would never happen, if I were travelling in another country, I'd have a more solid notion of where I was, who I was with, etc.

So, I walked through the buffets, grabbed some fruits from fruit baskets, ate one to see if I could taste it. It tasted like melon (it was peach yellow, though), and I tasted a few other things. I kept looking around. I was in a very big cafeteria, long tables, lots of fruit plates, lots of food hanging like sausages, meat, more fruits, vegetables, etc., and there were kiosks everywhere. It was an extremely highly populated area, but too many were employees.

The only "client" I saw was a blond woman who was sitting back on a chair, her eyes getting droopy. I recognised her droopiness as me losing control of my dream. I started pushing people around in the dream, trying to eat stuff, desperately grabbing for things, looking around for a few minutes, until I saw a man in a meat kiosk. He was sitting there, doing his job, but his eyes were getting droopy as a reflection of my loss of control.

I looked around and saw nothing I could cling to. I suddenly "woke up". I heard a voice telling me that it had been wrong of me to dream that. I felt like I had done something illegal because I had been conscious after all, it was a choice of mine that was being criticised. I understood that the dream censors usually arrived a few hours after a report was made because they had to find a specific person. But I had been sleeping, dreaming, and they only woke me up when they arrived, so I kinda "waited" for them by dreaming.

The censor was a Chinese man, tall and very formal. He wore a uniform like FBI, no glasses, and told me to follow him. As soon as I saw him there, I felt like I had screwed up, and I felt in my hand that I had a piece of fruit, a residue from the dream, a piece of proof that I had dreamt something wrong. I threw it behind me quickly, convincing myself that I was successfully disposing of that piece of evidence, and followed him until we got to the end of the enormous cafeteria. Standing near a wall was a man who started to defend me. He told the policeman how I was innocent of a crime, or should be, or this, or that. He was like a father just standing there, defending me unquestioningly, and I felt kinda happy.

I was then going to be taken further, but I said to myself, I don't enjoy being taken into jail for stuff, you know? So I forced myself awake. Somehow, even if I'm following the flow in a dream, and not thinking that it's a dream, I'm always capable of waking myself up. I wish that impulse of waking myself up could be turned into an impulse to gain control of the dream, but it doesn't seem to be possible for me, not yet at least.