I have a kind of been there, done that feeling about it. I was really fascinated with it in my 20’s and 30’s. I liked to believe it meant something special if you could lucid dream. Then I had kids, and I forgot about it.
I know that if I kept a dream journal, I could do it again, but I’m not sure why. I no longer believe in meeting another dreamer in dream space, sharing a word or secret code or something, so that when we woke, we could compare notes to see if we had actually met in our dreams.
Flying is cool, but it no longer inspires me. If it happens, it happens, and if I take control, I take control, but I don’t particularly care, any more. Maybe someone will come along and provide a more important reason to do it, but for now, eh.