The only way I can make my dreams cease is by smoking marijuana. Sometimes I welcome that effect, as well as the effect of hazing out memory. My life is sad sad sad whether I dream, or don't dream, smoke, or don't smoke.... and whenever I've been successful at lucid dreaming, I wake myself up from it out of excitement ( and I guess also out of being so angry knowing that when something good happens it's only a dream, only a fake illusion)