...and no, not lucid sex. Not counting that.

I had a lucid dream about a week ago. I was on some beech with my brother and started jumping around like the little monkey I am. Then, as I usually do, I took off into the air flying.

Well little did I know that the moment I wanted to land I found no ground. So what did I do? I fell. That's right, fell. I plummeted down at a rapid velocity next to the windows of an endless skyscraper. The pure euphoria and exhilaration of falling far outweighed that of zooming through the sky, or so I found. The music that flooded my brain helped out as well.

So try it next lucid, will you?