After weeks of practice with reality checks, she finally experienced lucid dreaming and steered the dream toward flying over the city.

She was dreaming of traveling the world when the phone rang.

Last night I had a vivid dreaming in which I was flying over the city.

The poet catalogued the dreaminesses she felt during the long summer afternoons, turning each hazy moment into a line.

Her dreaming lives often felt more vivid than her waking hours.

At midnight, the old map revealed hidden dreaming tracks that only appeared under the moonlight.