Lucid dreams aren't necessarily any more cogent than ordinary ones- it's just that (a) you know you're dreaming and (b) everything is clearer than usual. Last night I was drifting- flying actually- through a random landscape, having random encounters. There was a bookshop, there was a church, there were grassy hills coated in transparent ice- and the last thing I saw was a woman in a long black dress standing on the ridge tiles of a distant roof. I was sorry it ended. Lucid dreams are fun. I wish I had them every night.