Schmaven's Dream Journal of Randomness

Outside my house, at night, mostly noticing how green everything is. I fill a balloon with air and it floats me above the ground comfortably. "I must be dreaming" I think, and then slowly glide through the house and around the yard. My friend Tim shows up. Wanting to keep him in the dark about my lucid dream to prevent obstacles, I tell him I'm flying because I found the perfect amount to fill the balloon. He seems to believe this, and I continue to fly around.

I maneuver as I would in water, only with no resistance, and the comfort of not holding my breath. Leaning to each direction as I turn, using willpower to accelerate.