I have to say that of all the frustrating things one can experience in ones life, the most frustrating is: having a GREAT lucid dream, or just a regular dream, and absorbing the moment, absolutely loving it. But then later in the day when you read what you wrote about the dream, or listen to what you have recorded on the dream, the feeling is never the same. After the initial feeling in the mourning (or night) directly after the dream you can never again relive it... not until you dream again. I am starting to believe that dreams are like this for a reason but I cant put my finger on it at the moment. Opinions?