Lucid Dreams

I'm in the [lucid dream] club-
last night I was in a room, there were two people standing on opposite sides of the room.
I don't know what made this dream the exception, but next to one person I noticed a light switch-
I know this is something people use to turn a dream lucid (or is the dream lucid before I notice the switch?). I walked over to it and was ready to switch it, to see if the lights change, when the person tried distracting me. He was trying to scare me, to prevent me from my mission, but I forced myself to reach out quickly and flip the switch. Nothing happened, this is how I knew I was finally lucid dreaming.

Since January I've been having such strange dreams nightly. (The other night I was kidnapped.) The majority of them have been unpleasant, and nearly all have been strangely realistic situations. (I did finally have that cliché dream of my teeth falling out- for which there are far too many interpretations.)
Many of them consisted of conversations between myself and others that have been so realistic, I started to feel I was on the edge of having lucid dreams.

Last night after I tried to flip the light switch, and confirmed my dream state, I turned to face the person who had been trying to distract me. I decided "I will push him over now" and placed a finger on his chest, and lightly pushed back. He very slowly fell flat on his back like a plank of wood.

When I wake up and do not feel the need to get out of bed, I often choose to slip back into a dream. Sometimes I choose to do this with unpleasant dreams, just out of curiosity to see where they'll go. In this sense I do not feel in control of what I am dreaming, but more like I'm reading along with a story.
What if I don't want to read along? What if I want to write the story?

Today my friend told me I am supposed to use this opportunity to do crazy things like "have sex with Obama", but those aren't the dreams I am trying to perfect. There is another man that is often in my dreams, and it is his presence that I want to keep.
The last dream we had together took place in New York. We were wandering and visiting, but he was distracted. He seemed only partly present, the rest of him vaguely making plans to see other friends while he was in the city. I felt offended though he was doing little to offend. Why could I not hold his attention? Was I a slave to the dream, and its storyline predetermined?
If "this world is based on rationality and logic", then why would he take such a rational role in my dream---dreamland felt hardly dreamlike.
Tell me Steven LaBerge, how can I hold his attention, where does his gaze wander to?
Is it that my body prevents me from reaching the 5th sleep stage, denying me the opportunity to control my dream? It may be that controlling it would be futile if it does not change "my waking state".
I want to be a Tibetan Buddhist, and allow myself to practice "dream yoga".
I want to slip into a dream tonight and have him in it, but if I'm forcing him to be there, is that strange? If I can perfect lucid dreams, I want to use them to reach for his hand, go visit beautiful places, maybe have the courage to place a kiss on him.

Then again, I guess sex with Obama would be cool too.


love.love.love.