I think I'm too lazy to lucid dream. Sometimes I'm pretty close, or have wait-what? moments, but I can never put the pieces together. Also, false awakenings are a pain in the ass, especially if you need to get up early (you'll dream you checked your watch and have enough time, and then you wake up and realise you've slept in.)
In my latest dream, an unusually detailed and realistic one, although still with plenty of wait-what? moments, I was in my Dad's garage cleaning up stuff. Realising that there was a TON of cobwebs, I went for a can of flyspray. As soon as I picked it up, and started shaking it, a MASSIVE (at the upper limit for feasible size, and way beyond the size of any in my country) spider scuttled from under the bench and ran out. I chased it, brandishing the flyspray, but it had disappeared into the grass. My father and I joked about it, but went off and did something else. Coming back, I idly wondered if I'd see it again, and lo and behold, there it was, in the middle of our drive. My Dad ran off, telling me he'd go get the shotgun (I have never seen a shotgun; my father most definitely does not own one). As he ran off, the spider reared up, exposing its fangs, and then scuttled towards me. Cue me running around in circles with the bloody thing chasing me. Then, as always happens when I'm being chased in a dream, I tripped, and the dream ended just as the spider got to me.
Psychological analysis anyone?