This was a great dream. Bits of it were lucid. If you don't know what lucid dreaming is, then it probably means that you haven't had a lucid dream. If you haven't had a lucid dream, then you're missing out on something pretty spectacular - Easily more interesting than any drug you'll ever get your hands on.

A lucid dream, for those of you who are among the ignorant, is a dream in which you become conscious without waking up. Your dream seems as real to you as anything would during the waking state, and you can even control aspects of the dream. Life is probably at its most interesting when you find yourself in this situation. What's nice is that you can actually train yourself to lucid dream, although it takes some time and discipline. If anybody's interested, I'd be perfectly happy to do a little write-up on how to get your brain prepped for it.

Anyway, as I was saying, this dream was incredible. Writing about it doesn't do it justice. I regret ever having woken up...

When the dream began, I was flying along the ground at night at a very low altitude. I wasn't in a plane or anything - It was just me, hovering, about a foot high and moving very quickly.

I was flying through a forest somewhere. I remember being able to see the large, twisted roots of trees everywhere.

After some time, I came to a hole. Naturally curious, I flew into it.

It turns out to have been the entrance to a very long and twisting tunnel that continuously led deeper under the ground. I flew down through it, still going very quickly, swooping around all the corners.

I eventually came to a door at the end of the tunnel. I floated right up to it, stopped, and remained suspended in mid-air while I examined it.

There was a very bright light shining through the space between the door and its frame, with the strongest light pouring out of the space between the door and the floor. In the light coming out from under the door, I could see the shadows of figures moving. As time passed, their shadows gradually grew longer, making it look as though they were approaching the door.

I sensed that something evil was behind the door. I mean something really, really bad. I wasn't at all interested in hanging around to see what it was, so I did what anybody else in my situation would have done: I immediately shot back up in the air and proceeded to fly right through the ground.

That is, I was flying straight up. The fact that there was a whole lot of earth in the way was of little interest to me.

It just so happens that flying straight up is a good way to remove yourself from unpleasant subterranean situations, and it wasn't very long before I was above aground again. However, I wasn't back where I started.

I had emerged in the center of a brightly lit outdoor stadium. There weren't any people in the seats. It was just me, alone and all by myself, still flying upwards.

There were lights hanging over the center of the stadium, and I flew right up to one of them. As I approached it, I began to slow down until, when my face was only a few inches away from the bulb, my body rotated 180 degrees so that I suddenly found myself staring straight at the ground.

Then I started to drop.

The flight was obviously over, and I was heading for the ground in a way that had me thinking I was going to wind up being little more than a small wet stain on the Astroturf in a few seconds.

But, the moment before I would have hit, my back arched, I pulled my head back, and managed to swoop right back up into flight.

Happy about the fact that I wasn't going to die on artificial grass, I flew again to the top of the stadium. This time, rather than stopping to stare at the lights, I flew right over the top of the structure and out into the open.

At this point, I found myself flying up the side of a hill that was right next to the stadium. The hill was quite a bit taller than the stadium, and I was able to fly upwards for quite some time. All around me were some strange trees that were covered in small white berries. I don't know why they were there. Probably decorative - That's the kind of dream this was.

A few more minutes of flying, and I found myself at the very top of the hill. The plateau was a circular clearing, the center of which was depressed. The shape wasn't at all unlike a mound of mashed potatoes with a small well in the center to hold the gravy. It was nice.

The perimeter of the plateau was dotted with trees. I began flying between them, landing briefly in the branches as I went.

Then, I started to fly over the depression.

This was probably the neatest part. There were giant half-buried copper Chinese dragon heads scattered about the place. All in all, there might have been about 20 of them, each one in a slightly different position. If I had to guess, I would say that each one was about six feet tall, and each was in a slightly different state of disrepair. Some had moss growing on them, and others were in perfect condition.

Unfortunately, I didn't have much of an opportunity to examine them for very long - My alarm went off while I was hovering over one of them.

And that's that.