I usually use my lucidity to change the plotline of something that was heading down Nightmare Alley.

Best use ever. I remember one that had yawning pits and spooky maracas. Came a point where I thought "Wait, this is way too Steven King." Cheesy music disappeared, home repairs magically accomplished, and I had a nice decent dream instead.

I can't fly way above everything, but I can take a running jump and will myself to not come down. So I sorta float along about two or three feet above the ground.

I got a haircut on my lunch hour, and I'm still finding little bits of hair everywhere. It's itchy.

I used to have two repetitive dreams. First, that my family and I were being chased by something we couldn't see, but that we knew was big and scary. At some point, my mother would decide that we were safe, and stop running even though I knew we were still being chased. The other one changed more, but always involved being the only one who could see the huge wave(s) that was (were) coming towards shore. Sometimes I would try to get away, but other times I would try to bodysurf them.

I also used to be able to either fly or glide across the floor without actually walking. Some of these were so real that until I was about 9, I secretly believed I could fly.

being back at the WotC offices with a pulse rifle because the critters from the Aliens movies are attacking.

Strange how those random co-workers look like Aliens.

I did, however, have a Buffista sex dream just the other night. It was good. Three times.

And then it somehow segued into a Batman and Robin dream, which is so NOT surprising.

until I was about 9, I secretly believed I could fly

That's too cute!

First, that my family and I were being chased by something we couldn't see, but that we knew was big and scary.

You used to dream about being on Lost?

Teppy's dreaming about boinking Plei again, I see.

Doesn't everyone?

Strange how those random co-workers look like Aliens.

Some of them? Not so far off.

For most of the first two trimesters, I had horrible pregnancy nightmares. They only got worse when I was on bedrest. I'd dream, quite vividly, that I was bleeding and had to go to the ER again, then would wake up and realize that no, not really.

Last night I dreamed I was with all the comicsverse writers I know, frolicking in a river before going back to the hotel for a slumber party, where I managed to oversleep and wake up late for my NST. Of course, after the misadventures of finding a car, I got to my appointment an hour late, only to discover that thanks to Daylight Savings Time, I was actually on time.

(In real life, I was 15 minutes early for my NST this morning, and they're short staffed, so it wound up not starting for another half an hour.)