It snowed a decent amount lastnight, and Mel was sick and having trouble sleeping - she had a very long day, and a lot on her mind, I'm sure - and somhow this combination resulted in me waking up at 7:30am to the sound of my cellphone's alarm, looking outside, seeing snow, and going back to sleep.

The next time I wake up, it's because the cat's making noise.  I had let her out of the room earlier, when my cellphone had gone off, but when I got up to let her in, she walked around the curtain, apparently she was just making noise to be a pain.  I looked at my alarm clock and it was 10:35am, and when I looked out the window, all the snow had melted away.  Feeling as though I'd blown it, I went back to bed and back to sleep.

It was here that I had my lucid dream.  Or at least, as close as I've come to one.  I dreamt I was in some kind of (cliche, I realize) virtual world, metaverse, cyberspace, matrix whatever, and I was trying to get away from someone who was trying to start trouble.  At some point I meet up with my brother, who's driving a Colt, but when we get out to the parking lot to stow some stuff before we go, he jumpes through the windshield to get in, and it's not a hatchback so much as an old station wagon, on the inside.

I wake up again, and it's 10:45am, and go back to sleep.

In my dream, now, I'm at some seaside city, working on getting this hidden springboard thing to work while some people I know are watching.  The trick is that in order to stay in the air longer, I have to not think about it, just do it.  And it was pretty vivid, flying out past the buildings, the sound of the wind in my ears, the disappointing feeling when I accidentally thought about it and began to fall, only to land on something and return to the springboard and try again, getting further each time.

I knew that I was dreaming, and that what I was doing was unreal, but that I had some element of control of it, but I didn't fall out of the dreamstate upon realization of this -- unlike any other time I've had decently realistic dreams.

When I regain consciousness, it's a little after 9am.  There's actually a lot of snow outside.  Now I'm at work, but I had to type this up before I forgot.

I guess in order for me to have and control lucid dreams, I need to be dreaming within a dream - an insulating extra level of subsconsciousness, or some such malarky.  

It's cold outside.