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CRIPES! Now I know what they mean by "you could not have a lucid and totally forget it if you do not keep a dream journal"! I am not sure if you would call it a WILD or MILD, due to the ~20 minute gap between sleeping times, but when I did fall back asleep, it was like I was presented with some sort of messed-up (de-bug) version of the "Need for Speed II" track selection menu. The difference was that instead of "track 01", "track 02", and so on as one might expect (even though NFS2 does not have that in real life), instead it had "track 1a", "Track 2b", and so on. bear with me, because this is weird: to change to the normal tracks, you would press up or down... which did not exist because the visual was all that existed. I did anyways. .okay. But then by pressing right or left (again, how the heck was I doing that?), I could switch to tracks like 2a, 1c, 3a, 4e, etc. I selected/loaded 2a (I think), which deposited me in a first-person shooter setting. I wandered around, knowing I was in a video game, and picked up a MASSIVE gun. Kind of like what Heavy uses in "Team Fortress II", but longer and more hi-tech. I hoisted it onto my shoulder and messed around with the keys (again, HOW the heck was I doing that?!?). After a minute of not figuring out what key to press to load it, I put it back down and wandered into a side room of the over-populated compound that was the setting. Inside the room, there were maybe four or five people, and I went over and started to talk to the bored girl in the corner. She was... the girl from my previous dream! Then I became (as I call it now) passively lucid. I was lucid, but I did not start jumping around the place and freaking out. To clarify, I had tried to WILD back into my previous dream by mentally repeating that I would "wake" back into the dream next to the girl so that I could punch the lights out of the hobo. Maybe that did not happen, but I am still happy to say that in a more MILD-ish sort of way, it worked. Anyways, back to the dream. As soon as I was lucid, I stopped having to control my dream-self by "pressing" the right "buttons", (thank goodness), and could function normally and fully. I talked to the girl about nothing memorable, and I poked her on the nose. I did not have to explain to her (but I will explain to you) that it is a thing I do to close friends. Random quote that stuck with me: "You know, you would really be more fun to talk to if you were wearing clean underwear." Okay, for one how did she know that? And for two, what the heck is that supposed to be? An awkward pickup line? Anyways, after probably almost a half-hour, I got up and... Crud. Gap in my dream recall. Well, I do remember that I fought a little when the room got attacked, and when we moved to a different room (I was the last in) and I went to sit down by the girl and talk to her some more, there was her slightly possessive older brother there. And... I woke up soon after. BUT THE DEVIL HIMSELF CANNOT DENY THAT I WAS LUCID AND IT WAS CLEAR AS DAY WALKING AROUND THAT DREAM!!!