Thoroughly enjoyed this poem. I've never been able to lucid dream no matter how hard I try. God makes me live every dream as if it were real and happening. Dreams where I've faced danger or death or other, I have no control over my own fate. I'm just blown like a scrunched, dry leaf in a gust of cold wind hitting floors and walls as I scatter along through the dream's storyline. Best of luck to your poem entry. Upvoted