Lucid horse riding

I was walking through a corridor and what I encountered was a big group of people that happened to be participants of a funeral. I started to talk with one of them, who turned out to be a brother of deceased. He told me that his dead brother was young person - he was born 11th of December 1983 - the same day I was born! I showed him my ID card to ensure him that I was telling the truth. He glanced at me with curiosity and told me to show it to his mother. She wasn't actually surprised. She explained that strange things had started to happen before the death of her son. She led us to TV with VCR and put a cassette inside (which, I was sure, had been planted them by an unidentified, mysterious person). The movie began. The camera was focused on a field where after a few seconds some blockbusters started to explode. They exploded all the time in different ways... All of the sudden I found myself on that particular field. I spotted a shock wave from one of those explosions coming straight against me. With no better idea I raised my hand and shouted "Stop!", and the shock wave disappeared. That was a crucial moment, for I understood instantly that I was in the middle of a dream. Of course I forgot about everything I planned to do in a Lucid Dream. Anyway, this time a giant herd of white horses was running against me. I had no fear because I was sure that I could make them disappear... but I didn't want to. I had a better idea. When the first horse was close enough I jumped on it, grasped its mane and started to ride it bare-back. What a wonderful feeling! I was riding whenever I wanted, speeding up to gallop (but much faster than a real one) or slowing down to walk and enjoying the breathtaking sight. When I got bored with horse I switched it to camel and then to elephant. After certain amount of time I let the animal go and started to stroll along lakeside. I was looking for some place to urinate, when I stumbled on a fishing-rod, which fell partly into the water. One of the two present anglers got mad on me and started to swear in Spanish. He took a box out of the water which was somehow connected with the fishing-rod I soaked. The box was containing some filthy rags and a pouch of coins. They said that it was all wet and useless so they gave me the box (with all the money). I grabbed the pouch and said: "No podeis pagarme por mojando vuestros cosas" (you cannot pay me for soaking your things), but they only laughed. Then I woke up.