Now I'm going to pull a Gravehill. Get yourself some milk and cookies. Or skip it. Well, at least you, Gravehill, have to read it, you owe me that

I hate it when I become lucid, but don't get enough time to actually do anything fun.
Yeah, that can be frustrating. I think in the last years it didn't happen often to me, though, being aware of dreaming, then waking up despite I wanted to do something... important... often related to sex

Actually, it now sometimes happens that I deliberately hold myself back in dreams because I don't want to stain my bed linen

More about my dreams:
1. I'm often able to fly in my dreams. It's not so much of being totally free and unconfined, but instead it requires quite some mental concentration to do it. I think I sometimes do it to surprise or impress people in my dreams, though that usually doesn't work

2. I remember as a kid I could sometimes wake up from bad dreams by pulling up my eye lids (in the dream, that is). However, such things don't always work. Mean dreams are those where I
think I woke up while in reality I am still dreaming for something bad to happen again...
3. The nicest dreams usually involve meeting girls.. not related to sex but rather to falling in love, flirting, some kissing, and the like, all in a realistic manner. Such a dream can make me feel content for the rest of the day

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I remember (the end of) a dream where I was standing next to a cute girl.
I said "So, what's next?".
She, in an only partly successful attempt of being witty, answered: "Well, to your place or to my place?"
I, aware of what happened, replied: "I wish you weren't only a dream"
That left me in some melancholy for some time after getting up.
4. Finally, here comes a long, fancy and unique one: I was in my flat. The dream had gone on for some time already, but I only remember it from the point I got aware that I was dreaming. So what happened then was quite different from what usually happened in such a situation (read: find a random female being and have sex with her). Instead, I was thinking something like "wow, I am dreaming, let's just go out and explore my dream world." So the events after that weren't necessarily all special by themselves, but rather because of the continuous feeling of euphoria that I experienced while I was walking through 'my world'.
So, I was in my flat, stepped out of my window (which is in the 4th floor.. remember, I can fly), and hovered gently to the ground, and walked down the street. At the end I came to a huge silvery lake under a grey sky. Along the shore were magnificent stone buildings lined with pillars made from marble. All the time I was fascinated by 'my' city. On the other side of the lake I reached some sort of concert hall, where people wearing evening dresses gathered in the entrance hall. A small group of women and men were sitting on stools close to me, and by talking to them I somehow found out that they were, like me, dream walkers.
However, something was special about me - I guess that it was my world. So to show them I walked out the hall... the lake was now surrounded by massive buildings of concrete... and then I raised up into the air... pierced through the clouds... and then, hovering over the white mist, which stretched until the horizon, I cast up my hands, directing the buildings beneath the clouds to turn into giant sky scrapers, and the day suddenly turned into dark, so that the towers around me stood glaring in the night...
Then on my way home, while in the pub in which (of course) the entry to my flat was located, I met someone I mistook for Mick Jagger, which only occurred to me later on.
Nice, huh?

Being fascinated by the sights of a city happened a second time in another dream, but only for a short moment.
What I love about that dream is that it is reminiscent of
The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath by Lovecraft (and probably in part caused by me reading it) . In that story a dream walker is traveling the dream world in search of a beautiful city he only saw a few times in short vision-like dreams.
Oh, btw, that is an interesting story. It's not very well written in some parts, and could be more surreal for my taste. But at least I find it interesting because it has some similarities to a Tolkien-like journey through an adventure land, but was written earlier. Also, I like the punch line in the end. Oh, and I liked it even more after I found out it has some connection to why I came to like Machinae Supremacy

Now go and solve that riddle, or be cast into the bottomless pit of peril!
ps: My longest post evar? I had to write that dream down at some point. Also, the amount of personal stuff and smilies would probably make me female in that gender test...