Alright, to answer my own question several posts back...
I am usually lucid in my dreams, but I seldom bother to alter the dreamworld. I believe the dream exists for a reason, so I try to let that purpose unfold. However I am almost always aware that I am in a dream. Sometimes if I awaken from a dream that I have not concluded, I can will myself back into that dream so that I can finish it. I generally dream in the first person, but sometimes in a narrator, third person construct.
I've had a couple of bad dreams the past two nights. LONG, CONVOLUTED dreams. Dreams that I could bore you with a thousand details of if I were so inclined. Last night's dreams involved traveling vast distances, reuniting with family, only to have my mother die in these weird subterranean tunnels that were full of nooks, crannys, bars, restaurants, etc. And there was also this strange and elaborate building connected to all this...It's a building that I have been too before in my dreams.
The dream from the night before involved a cookout at my family's house. My grandmother was there, which is odd, because I NEVER dream of her, and she's been dead for several years. At any rate, she wanted me to go cook these fish on the grill. I wasn't happy with this, because I'm a vegetarian, but I agreed. I tried to get the flames adjusted just right on the grill, and everytime I got close, my grandmother would use a little remote control to make them flame up intensely, nearly burning me. (Yes we had a pretty antagonistic relationship in real life.) Well, her trying to singe my flesh pissed me off, so I went in the garage and got a chainsaw. I started cutting down all of the shrubs, bushes, and flowers in her backyard. I was like, "I'll teach you, bitch!" She started screaming and sent my grandfather after me. At thi point, the chainsaw morphed into a weird spinning blade at the end of a chain. I was able to swing this device around my head like a mace. I began swinging it at my grandfather and told him I had to finish my job of destroying the yard. The irony is, my grandfather's backyard is one of my favorite places in the whole world...In reality, I couldn't dream of destroying it.
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