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It sort of just happened to me a few years ago. It’s neat—flying is fun. (As is the opposite, when it just doesn’t work and I wake up sort of laughing at myself for having spent, presumably, hours jumping around in my dream.) But at least for me, the price was dreams, the moment I go lucid, ceasing to be self directed. I get that I’m in a movie, and I have to always create the next step. Nothing surprises or horrifie…
Yep, same. The dream gets incredibly boring after you get control of it.
Wouldn’t go that far. But you have to consciously make it interesting by creating the weirdness.