January 19, 2022:
Lucid dream, just once.
In the park in Clairemont, around the corner from home. At the east side, next to Waco Street. Pristine: colors real, not heightened, focus sharp. Turn slowly 360 degrees, in control: I know I'm dreaming, I'm doing this now to see if memory is perfect in all directions. It is, from house numbers on Waco to the swaying of eucalyptus to the frayed basketball nets on the courts at Marston.
Elation. Mental experience so acute it's like being alive for the first time. I awake later with a sense of accomplishment.