Like sands through the hour glass, so are the dreams of our nights.
I haven't been journaling and this has hurt my dreaming. I also have not been cycling. This obviously hurts my lucids. _________ I was with some girl. I ended up at some point being with a twin of hers at the same time. Both were in wife-beaters. I realized I was lucid and decided to rip open the first girls shirt. I never actually saw any boobs. They ended up being these little token kind of nub things. The dream ended here. I was just glad to go lucid. Maybe it will prime the pump and I'll get back into it.