I have lucid dreams once a month or so. When I realize I'm dreaming, my first instinct is always to summon up someone to bang but it never works. So I start flying. One time I flew for months? years? (gotta love the way time works in dreams) in just nothingness, knowing that I was in my own head, enjoying the experience for what it was as fully conscious as I am typing this. Eventually a saw this tiny glint and kept going toward it. It was a huge eye, just in the middle of the empty whatever I was in. I remember being really scared to go into it but also really wanting to. I flew in through the pupil and like, I can't describe what happened. I swear I was (for all intents and purposes) physically awake in the deepest part of my unconscious mind. It felt so wrong, like, I knew I had fucked up and thought that I was probably dying in real life and that's maybe what the whole process had been. I can't describe it in a way that makes sense. I was "in" there just for a few seconds compared to the dream-time months or whatev it took to get there. Not that I was looking for, you know, an enormous eyeball whose pupil was the door to my brain's brain.

Hi if you're still reading this. When I lucid dream I think about it when I'm flying around. lol this sounds lame as shit. -Few weeks ago I was flying toward stars (again, lame as shit), and I saw something that looked different than the other ones and knew (?) it was the same sort of "portal." I'm self-conscious about this sounding like bad fiction; plus, I know we're all here but who really wants to read a big long thing about someone's essentially plot-free dream.

Tl;dr: Be careful lucid dreaming, I guess.