I've always dreamed of seeing the world one day. I'm close to someone who has been a friend of my family from when I was a little boy. He's been to over 50 countries in his lifetime. I've dreamed of seeing these places up close and personal ever since I was a kid. My dreams were nothing more than me walking up and down the streets of countries in Western & Eastern Europe, East Asia, and Latin America. I've always wanted to briefly visit historical sites, but mostly wanted to see how the common people lived from day to day, in these countries. While not vivid, these dreams certainly felt lucid, because I would consciously think about how I would go from place to place and would picture making stopovers in France and walking around the countryside and taking in the atmosphere of a people whose lifestyle wasn't as chaotic and restless as ours is here in the USA. I've often doen this when I needed a break from the "rush" that we experience here during the course of our everyday lives here in NYC.