So not too long ago, I had a lucid dream, or at least a fragment of the dream was lucid. I was, of course, flying. And the only part of the dream I remember was flying higher than the telephone wires. I was scared but I told myself that I was dreaming and I have no reason to be afraid. I even thought about flying up into space to see what would have happened, but in my dream I was in search of something and decided not to get off track. I think if I chose to fly into space, I would have remained lucid longer, and I would have been able to remember more of the dream. But I am surely proud of myself for finally beginning to overcome my fear of flying high.