I’m still rather new to this. Before I really started researching lucid dreams and trying to get myself to have them, I would only have them very occasionally, maybe once every couple months or so. But then a week ago, after doing a little reading on them (and having an amazing first lucid flying experience the night I started the reading), I decided to keep a dream journal and do reality checks. I’ve only got a week’s worth of entries but already four of them discuss lucid dreams. Plus, my dream recall has gotten noticeably better since I’ve started writing about them. I guess I’m just a natural. 
My most recent entry runs for a page and a half and is less readable than the others because I just couldn’t contain my excitement after awakening from my most recent lucid dream. I just took an evening nap that only lasted a couple hours, in which I can remember one non-lucid dream then two (!) lucid dreams. My first lucid one began in my college’s dining hall, where I was eating shortly before going to sleep. I started thinking about lucid dreams like I often do these days, and suddenly realized I didn’t have that clear feeling of being awake (you know how when you’re awake you just know you’re not dreaming?) I didn’t even need to confirm it with a reality check. I knew I was dreaming. I flew in celebration around the room, even going through a wall. The dream was a little fuzzy still, so I decided to spin around before landing. Well, as often happens when I spin around in real life, I lost control, but was able to stop myself by willing the next wall to be solid and catching onto it.
I walked down the dream hall reveling in the realism of the experience. I went past a beautiful Japanese lady lying on a bench, and after walking a little further down the hall I thought to myself “Hey wait a minute. This is a dream. I can have sex with her if I want to.” I turned around and the bench she was on had turned into a bed, and she was looking at me in such a way as to say “I know who you are and what you want. Just come here.” So I went there and I did what I intended to do, culminating in a very intense and pleasurable orgasm that must have lasted for a good minute or so.
But I was still kind of horny (probably because I hadn’t actually orgasmed in real life), and went in search of this classmate of mine who I have a crush on. I couldn’t find her anywhere, so I thought maybe I could go to the classroom where I always see her, and she would be there. And on the way I decided to have a little fun. I ran as fast as dream-humanly possible (which is really really really fast!) while rubbing my hands together to maintain lucidity. Once outside, I leapt into the air and soared dozens of meters over my beautiful (but unrecognizable) surroundings. After a minute or so I landed and walked into a building, thinking maybe I could find the classroom there, and got stuck in a very strange maze of boxes, and then woke up. Even though I didn’t find what I was looking for, it was still the best lucid dream I’ve had so far.
I was only awake very briefly. I smiled to myself at my success, and told myself I would write about it later. I then went back to sleep, and was successful in achieving lucidity again, by realizing for a second time that I just didn’t have that distinct feeling of awakeness. The second dream was nowhere near as exciting or interesting as the first, but it was still very vivid, and for the first time I can remember having a distinctly realistic auditory sensation in a dream, hearing my own echo after yelling something in a field surrounded by trees. I was also able for the first time to make things disappear before my very eyes. I was walking down the street where I grew up, and there were some dogs running around me. They were getting on my nerves, so I told them to all go away. Some of them ran off into the distance, but others only ran a few meters before just blipping out of existence.
I love lucid dreams! 