One of the opaque things in life is dreams. They say it has hidden meanings beyond what are seen but . . . I still don’t get it.
Back when I was able to lucid dream, it was one of the greatest moments of my life. I remember dreamed having a bicycle race where it was sunset and in the middle of the grass field like above — plus the asphalt where I and my opponents were competing and minus the flying balloons. Once I realized that I was dreaming, I went flying off the track and going towards the sun. No kidding.
Why would I dream such a thing? What are the meaning lie beyond it? What am I supposed to do next? Honestly, I don’t know. But I hope that I can lucid dream again. Someday.