Jazmynde lay in a half-awake state, aware of the gravity slightly pushing her into her bed. She could feel the IVs in her arms. If she chose, she could see the interior of her ship without opening her eyes. She was aware, yet not aware. She had mastered lucid dreaming decades ago – it gave her access to ideas that she would never have been able to grab consciously. The slight touch of hallucinogenic laid vivid sharpness to her dreams.