On my weekends I tend to sleep too much.
Last night I dreamed about lucid dreaming. I dreamed I was aware I was dreaming.
I started flying but then got anxious that it wasn't the lucid dream I wanted which made me think it wasn't a lucid dream after all, since it was only flying.
Flying is fun but my plan for a lucid dream was a ride in a vintage convertible with Dita Von Teese.
I was flying around looking for the car but ended up in a "house with secret rooms" dream.
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