Also I came so damn close to having an actual lucid dream last night. I no longer remember where I was in the dream, but I recall thinking "wait, this can't be right." And while I didn't remember why you need to do it, I still remembered the "count your fingers"-trick of lucid dreaming: Count your fingers, and if there's more or less of them than there should be, you're in a dream. I couldn't remember why I needed to count my fingers, but knew that counting them would be the key to realising why the situation feels off somehow.
So I looked down, and my hands were gone. I did not have arms from the elbow down. And perfectly calm but slightly irate, I though: "Ah damnit. I forgot my hands at home. How typical, just when I needed them for something."