I become lucid. I'm with my 'younger sister'.

We're at our family home. Out at the front yard. Somehow I become lucid. It's a very stable kind of lucid dreaming - I'm not vying for control, yet nevertheless I have a strong impression of being in command of my dream.

My 'sister' starts visualising a light blue colour emanating into the landscape of the dream. Cool! I see our simultaneous visualistions echoing out into the dreamspace - the lines and weaves of colour rolling out, like the multi-coloured patches of a hot-air balloon. Awesome!

Now I transform the nature of the dream - allowing the different shades of blue to roll out above us, surrounding us in a blue water that floats above our heads. It's neat being able to be under water.

Then I have another thought, one brought about by the unusual sensation of being under water. What if this "water" were something else? I imagine another texture, another "material" coming forth (like no other known to my Earthly experience).

I'm having the time of my life. My sister still seems to be here too, and this lends a greater sense of "reality" to the experience - like I'm sharing it with someone from home. It's like we're riding these smooth, sparkly, silvery waves across our front yard. In the background, the sound of an electric guitar sweeps it's way through the musical spectrum. It matches the scene perfectly.

I remember being quite excited about the whole thing - and wanting to know the name for this unusual material. I ask my question out to the dream, and receive a response, but it is soon forgotten. I'm having too much fun playing.

I wake from my dream.