The best one I ever had (I might pay good money to have this one again) was a flying dream. I was already flying when I realized I was dreaming and I was downtown about a mile or 2 from my house - flying over the cornfields between my subdivision and town - all of a sudden a thought came to me. I knew I (my body) was asleep on the couch upstairs in the bonus room and I contemplated going inside to look at myself. As I flying I’m literally mulling this thought over - something made me hesitate and then I decided it might freak me out too much so I decided not to. I don’t remember anything after that so I must have woken up. I think the reason I decided against it is because I had always read it was a bad idea to look at yourself in the mirror in a lucid dream (although I have done that since - and yah it’s a lil creepy and distorted, but so are your hands/fingers). I’ve had lucid dreams that were beyond what I could ever describe in this little comment box, but the flying ones are best. I can FEEL the wind, the temperature, I can TASTE food (any kind)...colors are unbelievably vivid. It’s an amazing gift. I don’t have them like I used to - I think I had them more when I was home during the day and slept a LOT (thanks Lunesta). I have them every now and then now but I feel like I’ve kind of lost the fascination with it. Except for the flying ones - I’d give anything to have those more often. You can really train yourself to have more if you have the luxury of a lot of time on your hands but now that I’m working I have other crap to concentrate on.

To this day I wonder what it would have been like if I had decided to go inside the house, go upstairs, and look at my own body sleeping