I haven't had a lucid dream in a while, so hopefully this'll help. These dreams get personal, but if this thread belongs in the blogette zone, the powers that be should feel free to move it ================================================ Snippets of last night's dream, though it's mostly gone by now: * I was hiking some portion of the MA Appalachian Trial. It had just rained, and the weather was cool and humid. * There were two paths. The first was out in the open, with bits of man-made industrial material strewn along the side. One of them went through a cave – more of a tunnel, really – angular and irregular, full of broad, criss-crossing beams of light. * I walked down the second path. On the other side I suddenly found myself on the verge of falling into a muddy brown river – the bank was steep, overgrown, and only walled off by a low makeshift fence made of wooden posts and wire. * There was something about the old country fellow who oversaw the trail... he was sinister, there was definitely something up with him, but I don't remember what the issue was. We (me and the other person I was with, though I don't remember who) definitely tried to avoid him on the way back.