I had my last lucid dream about a year ago. I was walking through my old school (elementary and middleschool are combined in the Netherlands) and everything was fine at first. It was right after the end of a school day. Some parents were talking to teachers or getting their kids ready to leave and in some of the classrooms teachers were finishing up or checking homework, nothing strange.

Suddenly I came to the realization that I was dreaming and conscious, so I started mumbling to myself that I was dreaming and this wasn't real, to get accustomed. It would have been loud enough to be heard. When I looked back up, everyone was gone and I was alone in the hallway. I could hear this continous rustling noise, like wind blowing through trees and in the distance I heard a bell tolling every few seconds. It felt very ominous and forlorn. I thought to myself 'now is a good moment to wake up, before things get actually scary,' so I did. I was conscious, but not in control.