I've had some very strange partially lucid dreams, and this one was the one that gave me the greatest feeling:
In this dream, I existed as a sort of realistic cartoon version of me...and it starts with me descending this big hill. The hill has two peaks; one on the left of the valley and one on the right. I am in this valley, but it follows the contour of the peaks, and as such, creates a downhill transit for me. I oblige and begin travelling down this hill. I realize I can essentially fly around and I did just that. When I made it to the bottom of the hill, there was this weird flat area that seemed to be a town square of some sort. It was very colorful and welcoming. Once there, I proceeded to fly around and check things out. Food all over the place. Set tables with prepared meals on them. Glasses full of beverages. Then, I got the idea to try to hit something. I did just that to some glass objects and they shattered like they were made of, well, glass. I proceeded to travel all around this awesome town square, all the while smashing everything in sight. It was an extremely fun dream and I felt extremely good during the dream. As it faded away and I went in and out of the dream, I felt a very strong feeling that I would never again be granted access to this realm, except perhaps after I die. The dream is much less vivid than it was years ago, but I still fondly remember that place I existed ever so briefly.
Cheers!