Longest Lucid Dream Ever

And it sucks that as soon as I wake up I forget half of it. Ridiculous.

What I remember:
Unlike most of my dreams which are in third person and I know are not real, this dream was in first person and for quite a while I thought it was real. I became aware that I was in a dream when I realized that what was troubling me (this black guy was being such a douchebag to me, and for some reason he lived on a new floor in my house. I called him a gay Theo Huxtable in the dream lol) was pretty unrealistic. The black guy and also the fact that for some reason my mom had ordered a ton of plants from nursery and the guy they sent was doing shady shit in my lawn. I started walking down my street because I think I thought I was in trouble about something (that I can't remember) and then I was like "oh yeah... dream."

I've become pretty good at flying in dreams now, only a couple times will I jump into fly position and hit the ground. In this dream when I wanted to fly I had to catch a certain wind. I could tell the wind was coming because I would look at the horizon (which was in a permanent pinkish sunset) and the clouds would start to squiggle and smear. When I saw that I would run with the wind and jump head first with arms out and soar into the sky. At first I just flew around my house, over hearing conversations going on inside, saying hello to my neighbor (who no longer lives there), doing random things.

After the initial flying around the house I thought to myself, "I need to take better advantage of this dream." I ran down my street again, waited for the wind, and flew up into the sky, destination: new york city. I accidentally flew into a flock of birds at one point but then they let me fly peacefully with them. It only took like a minute to fly to NYC from my house which I guess is pretty convenient. I landed in Greenwich Village and went down some stairs from the street level into an unusual bakery. I think I might have known a few of the customers sitting at the tables or at the counter but I didn't talk to them. This Asian girl with neck length hair worked at the bakery and she seemed a little annoyed at first, I don't know at what. I saw this one small like one-person sized caked that had vanilla frosting and was the shape of a shooting star and asked her to see it, but when she pulled it out it was in the shape of a full-sized rifle. She told me it was 3 dollars but I could only find 2 in my pocket (it seemed like I was slipping in and out of lucidity at this point). She gave me the cake anyway.

The dream skipped to the next scene (or I can't remember what happened in between) and I was at the Asian girl's apartment. For some reason her apartment was only one room and it was my parent's room at my house. At her apartment we were basically doing shit like that one episode in the Animatrix, you know, the one with the kids in the factory. We were talking about one thing or another and the middle of conversation she said the word "shazalla". I said to her "What does that even mean? That's not a word." and she smiled and nodded. This made me think about the fact that it was my own brain that had made this Asian girl that exists in my dream world say a word that doesn't exist and that I was actively questioning a creation of my mind as though it were a seperate entity. This woke me up instantly.

I feel like there was a lot more to the dream than I can remember, but that has to be the longest and most interesting lucid dream I've ever had.