Well, I'm back in dreaming mode again, which is excellent, and last night, well, I think I had my first lucid dream. But it was probably the least lucid lucid dream ever. So I was having the usual slide show run of things, just one random thing after another, when I found myself in my grandad's front garden, and I began to fly. It seems at some point in my flying, I REALIZED I was flying, and I took control a bit. A lthough I didn't TELL myself I was flying, I just seemed to notice. And then it stopped. So basically, I wasn't really THAT aware of anything, but I'm certain I was to some extent. It's vrey hard to describe such a complicated thing, so I'm sorry if this is at all incoherent. Then I dreamed that I told a guy at work all about what I told you. Which was ever weirder.

What do you guys think?