Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
I have been really out of this whole thing for a while, but I recently had a few lucids that I am going to jot down very briefly. I have forgotten most of these, but they were all really long, so I was happy with all of them. #71 I was trying to strip a girl. At this point in the dream she was like a manikin from the waist down. She had no torso. I was trying to get her pants off, but she had layer after layer of jeans on. I really can't remember what ended up happening. #72 I ate a girl out well. I had a nice mouthful of her vagina until I started getting hair in my mouth. Eventually I started eating her ass. #73 I flew up. I didn't want to get heavy, so I focused above me and just flew. I made it to the top of the tree line. It was night time. I ended up seeing a man. I started to fly. I asked him if he knew how I did it. He didn't answer. I asked him if he knew something about the logical part of your mind being off when...? He responded, A tornado! (how I was flying) Another DC told him, "You would know if there was a tornado!" I finally said, "I'm dre-eaming! I'm lucid dreaming!" The End Each of these dreams were much longer than the salient points I can remember. I enjoyed all of them quite a bit, and I'm really happy to have some success again.