Oooh! Lucid dreams. I get them like, three times a week. It's fun. It's my drugs. I know that no matter how boring this life is, my dreams are my playground. Interesting too, my dreams seem to evolve over time, as if they try to wrest control over my subconscious.
When I was younger, every single dream I had were bound to certain rules. while being completely freeform in nature, there were hardcoded rules my freeroaming psyche couldn't deny:
1. If my dream self closed and opened his eyes, he (I) would be transported through dream-time and dream-space to another position in that dream world.
2. It's possible to jump high enough to reach the top of lampposts and roofs.
3. If my dream self said, "wake up". I'll wake up.
These rules don't apply nowadays though. Usually have to figure out the rules of the dream world of the night right there and then. But it's funny too. Sometimes the me inside the dream world is fully aware of all the dream world physics of the night as if they were the things you take for granted now but when I wake up, it makes no sense. Like seeing people put bookshelves outside their doors. Wonder what it means...
Anyway, it's all fun and games until you realise that movie you're watching right now in the cinema, you actually watched 5 weeks ago in your dreams.