Lucid Dream Before Waking

As I dream, there is very little imagery. Only a slice of light, coming through a crack in a curtain into a darkened room.
The major sense that I am aware of is aural.
I can hear two monologues going on at the same time, like over lapping radio stations.
“What are we all doing here down on the ground?” I ask myself.
I will myself upwards. My eyes are closed.