Many years ago when I was first becoming lucid I used to dream of tea parties under the sea. From this I came to actually believe I could breath underwater. And in fact, I could, years later as a swimmer, cover the length of an Olympic pool underwater - no problem. The secret to that, of course, was the lack of fear, being totally comfortable underwater. In effect it seemed I could breath through my skin.

Just this morning had a dream of a train - a piece of mechanical mayhem that didn't work.

Another thought; while your success is great in your ambitions, I wonder if maybe you ought to take a vacation from it all? Maybe stop working it so hard for a little while. Just a fleeting thought.

As always, I stop by here whenever I visit the site. I get a vicarious enjoyment from it.