Lucid dreaming's quite easy for me to accomplish, though once the initial novelty wore off, I stopped finding it particularly fun, useful, or exciting. The dreams certainly never seemed real to me, and I never woke from a single one feeling as though I'd actually slept. I don't bother with trying to control my dreams anymore, unless I'm having one that's especially sorrowful and distressful.
I prefer to let my mind rest, and to allow my subconscious to "do it's thing" in working out whatever needs working out. It can't do that if I'm constantly attempting to maintain the concentration and focus required to fly, bang my way across several continents as an international woman of mystery, or destroy shit with telekinetic powers/ mastery of martial arts/ advanced alien tech and weaponry.
Or re-live/re-write events of a past that I can't actually change.
I suppose it's okay as a lark, though.
I prefer to let my mind rest, and to allow my subconscious to "do it's thing" in working out whatever needs working out. It can't do that if I'm constantly attempting to maintain the concentration and focus required to fly, bang my way across several continents as an international woman of mystery, or destroy shit with telekinetic powers/ mastery of martial arts/ advanced alien tech and weaponry.
Or re-live/re-write events of a past that I can't actually change.
I suppose it's okay as a lark, though.
