Finally had a dream which wasn’t depressing.

Trying to describe it isn’t all that easy. All I can say is that it was filled with imagery from my home town, permeated with a distinct '90s atmosphere, had locomotives, some posh-looking scientist who looked like a cross between the Monopoly guy and Col. Sanders, and was completely disjointed.

This is also the first dream I recall ever having that was anywhere near being a lucid dream. There was a point in the proceedings of the dream where everything became very realistic – the colours and textures took on an almost life-like quality – and I willed her to appear. I didn’t want her to appear as she has been appearing in my last couple dreams – largely unseen, distant, and afraid of me – but as someone who loved me and cared about me. So she appeared, a broad smile across her face, and we embraced.

That’s all I remember.