a thought

sometimes when i'm sleeping these dreams come that seem random but then they all start to make sense and when i piece it all together i realize that they are the most miniscule elements of maybe a series of days that i had and they just manifest themselves into this sort of milkshake of memory loosely built around some foggy fantasy. the wierd thing is that i used to be able to control this. i had completely lucid dreams. i was the master of my subconscous realm, but then that power was lost. i can't pinpoint where why or when but i just sort of stopped remembering my dreams for a bit and then it was just like loose flashback stuff. i at least now can often remember them but i still long for that control. i miss flying.