改变夕阳骑行的颜色

I fell asleep with the dim bedside lamp on because I was very tired. Then I saw a road and found myself riding a motorcycle at sunset. At a certain point, while I was dreaming of riding, there was also wind, and for some reason I wondered whether the wind moving my hair was actually real, because it did not feel cold in the way it normally would. As I questioned this, I tried to remain as calm as possible and simply experience what was happening without panicking, because I knew that panic would wake me up. I therefore continued riding the motorcycle in the dream and tried to change the temperature of the wind I could feel; then I did the same with the colors of the sky and with the streetlights along the road. It was a beautiful experience. In particular, I found it very pleasant and liberating to be able to control certain aspects, although only basic ones—not the dream plot, just simple things such as colors or temperatures—within a calm and relaxed atmosphere. It was a lovely journey, which I think ended after a few minutes. I woke up to turn off the light, but I did not check the time [as a reality check, T.N.].