I frequently realize I am dreaming while I am dreaming. It's a bit of a tautology but I remember those dreams and can describe them in varying amounts of detail when I'm awake.

Last night I became aware I was in a dream in which I was in a Dunkin Donuts in a southern city with cobblestone streets and a large red brick church. Prairie Home Companion was on the radio in the Dunkies. They were having a tasting for a new line of estate coffees. Garrison Keillor was singing and monologueing about a substitute preacher from Netherlands. I rode around the center of the city on a green bicycle. The cobbles were unusually smooth. Traffic was light to moderate. I was able to turn around across several lanes of traffic to circle the central square of the city. While I was riding around I was thinking that the city was an invention, and I was certain I had never been in a city that looked like this. I thought, while dreaming, it was an imagined Charleston, although I have no idea if Charleston looked like my dream. I have never been to Charleston.

My lucid dreams are usually pleasant and refreshing.