I'm in the living room of the house I grew up in. I realize that I'm dreaming*. So I decide to fly. I lean forward and stretch my arms out in front of me Superman style, and I become airborne. I float and move slowly rather than fly. I look at myself in the large mirror that occupies most of the wall in front of me. Then I turn around to face the opposite direction and float out of the room. I decide to head toward my parents' room.
* This is a dream in which I have a lucid dream. The dream that I'm reporting here is not itself a lucid dream.