StephL

It starts to work with recognizing dream-signs - I had three spontaneous, but short lucid episodes last night.
Recognizing dream-signs.
In the first instance I summoned somebody successfully - I had thought of doing that going to bed.
The night before I had dreamt of him and wanted to meet and talk to him again.
Again using pretend-remembering - and he was around the corner, I choose.
This was the first time, I managed (second time I tried) to summon a real life person.

He sat on the floor and was unfortunately pretty life-less initially.
So I started engaging in conversation - and that dragged me back into non-lucidity.
But I enjoyed it.

Somewhere in between - I didn't journal, but woke up between dreams and recapitulated a bit - there was a nice dream-animal again - close to this summoning episode somewhere.
But this time it was different - bit over-colourful, bigger and with regular four legs (the other one had hind-legs like a rodent and the butt close to the floor).
But again with many, many vibrating whiskers - not only around the nose.
Didn't look as cute as the first one - rather silly - like having had a collision with a rainbow.

In a later dream I recognized my "most persistent one"- that I am overjoyed, that our old house in Bavaria still stands. Which it doesn't - and that came to me. And twice that spiked lucidity.
So I had a bit of playtime, which I spent with flying and walking about and marvelling at how even more beautiful the village had become in the meantime.

Ah - not to forget: This was a really vivid, colourful and detail-rich dream - lucidly and non-lucidly!

But stupidly - I went to where the house used to stand, and took a look at the several story nasty stuff, that had been built there instead - at least my imaginary version of it - and again it was strong emotions that robbed me of the lucidity.

I spent the rest of the dream berating and being quite cruel to my mother - mainly for having sold it for an apple and an egg (which is true).
Having her at my hands (or mouth, better to say - I am more in the verbal violence department) seemed more important than having a lucid dream.
Didn't do me good - didn't wake up satisfied, but feeling pretty lousy.
Not nice - waking up from being hateful.