Lucid dreaming is the doorway to the unconscious. So dream. Do not stay closed behind cement barricades blocking the moon from shining. Live. Each second is for you. The tumbling of life does not promise anything. In one breath you can have a time table handed to you. A distinct framework of how much longer you shall be. Stay in illusion. Keep in mind that very little is worthy of being screamed about. Politics and people games are not the substance of existing. Picture colourful images that flutter playfully across the mental horizon. A traffic light will blink red, yellow, green. A noise will dominate the shading sky. These mean nothing. Moments of distraction soon gone away. Focus on fantasy. Allow yourself the freedom to celebrate the essence of harmony. When you die, it will be your dreams that are remembered. Breathe. It's just a bad day, not a bad life.