got pretty much fully lucid in dream last night. It was in a restaurant that I went to with some work people. Started telling this guy that was kind of like Schwab from high school, “I’m dreaming,” and when he didn’t believe me I was like, “Why would I lie about that? It’s not funny. It’s not cute. It’s not interesting—well, it wouldn’t be, unless I was *telling the truth!”* To finally prove it I said watch this, and starting hovering up towards the ceiling (waving my arms and making goofy noises for effect). Then all hell broke loose. But I am proud of myself—I didn’t turn into a complete creep. I yelled at some kid for creepily touching some girl who was crying because of it. I screamed at everyone else in the room to stop laughing about it because sexual assault isn’t funny. I sounded shrill and it didn’t really convince everyone but at least I tried. So obviously I wasn’t like 100% “in control” lucid, right? Or else they wouldn’t have had free will? Or does that just mean I’m not in control of all aspects of *myself,* regardless?? Then I went to hug this other girl—plump, beaming, sunshine—but caught myself and asked first and when she said OK I was like “Thank God,” and hung on like a koala.