Everything always seems great while I’m dreaming it. Then I wake up, think about it and realize it wasn’t.
I die in my dreams. Even wrote about it “If I Die Before I Wake”. Normally, it’s a few times a year. But I once narrowly escaped being killed, only saved my life by jumping out of the way at the last second and literally lived by inches…I spent the next month getting killed in my dreams. At first three times a night though it gradually decreased. It was not pleasant.
It’s interesting you can gauge how deep asleep you are. I’ve never done that.
I’ve tried the spinning technique. It never worked for me.
I don’t have lucid dreams, but I still sometimes can fly in regular dreams. Contrarily to some, I’ve no troubles with high-altitude flights, but it requires intense concentration to rise up and also, to a lesser degree, to keep flying.
I recently had for the first time a dream where I could fly without any such effort, towing along someone who has been recently one of the most supportive people I had in my life. I took this dream as symbolically significant.
Also, I’m dissapointed that people who have lucid dreams have so little control over them. I knew they had only limited control, but I would have assumed that flying was super basic and easy.