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I dreamt that I was in some sort of indoor market. I started talking to someone about lucid dreaming, and then realised I was dreaming. I did the nose plug RC to confirm. Then I looked at my fingers- 7 on each hand. I also tried the finger-through-palm RC but it didn't work. I tried to make the ceiling disappear so I could fly outside, and woke up during the effort.

1. I was talking to someone about the movie Butterfly Effect. I said that apart from the whole time travel thing, the plot was fairly realistic. Someone started arguing with me about it, and I said that Tommy setting fire to Crockett is the sort of thing that happens in real life.

2. I was in a car with an older man who turned out to be Obi-Wan Kenobi. We were arguing and I said that it's his fault that Darth Maul keeps dragging me out of cars and trying to kill me, because Kenobi failed to kill him on Naboo.

3. Donald Trump was sitting at a desk next to a politician who was competing with him for the presidency. Trump was much bigger than the other man and appeared to intimidate him. He ridiculed the other man and imitated his facial expressions.

When this dream started off, I was in Labyrinth (from the nosleep horror story on Reddit), in the room with the jackets, spiders and the hidden key. I was bitten on the finger by one of the spiders while looking for the key, and it left a massive hole there. I became scared that the spider had laid eggs inside my finger. I found the key in the next jacket and was teleported outside the room.
I was then talking to my mother in a canyon. We turned around and there was a street behind us. Jack (my 7-year-old brother) was driving a black car back and forth. After a while he went straight past us down the street. I became lucid and flew after him.
The car changed from black to bright green. I landed in front of it and for some reason decided to throw it into a field. I realised that he might get hurt so I flew under it and caught it, setting it down gently. Jack wasn't inside it anymore though, instead there were two men with blue afros.
I decided to go back in time to find Jack.

1. I was with my granddad in a coastal town and there was "railways" everywhere. They looked like grindrails from Ratchet & Clank. I was planning on somehow riding one to Cape Town.

2. Two of my friends asked me to put vinegar in their coffee, and then got angry with me when they didn't like how it tasted.

3. I was with friends and a girlfriend inside a building that seemed to be hosting some sort of convention. I went to the bathroom and my friend Paul was there. A lady asked me if I could fix her camera and I said no.

Day 18:


Fell asleep at: 10:30 PM

Woke up at: 6:40 AM


Dream 14: For Dear Life

I remember exiting out of my grandma's neighborhood during the dead of night. My brother and brother-in-law and I are sitting in the backseat of an oversized truck, which my sister is driving.

None of us are wearing our seatbelts, nor did I find any around. I'm clinging onto my seat as my sister swerves around town. The seat is straight metal, so even trying to maintain a grip is impossible. We stopped by a water fountain as a red light mercifully saved me from falling off the car.


Dream 15: Expected Laziness

I'm in an unidentifiable interior setting. It resembles a library, combined with some sort of coffee shop. It seems some people from school are preparing for a race.

All of them are getting into position, and I manage to sneak my way past them and into another room. Two people I know are there, N.Rio and Mike. Both of them are sitting on a black couch in front of a window. Looking out the window, there was another white cuboidal building off in the distance.

N.Rio and Mike are both on their phones. And since mine was (And still is) broken, I just stared at what they were watching. I remember coming across as awkward and nosy, but beyond that there wasn't much else.



Dream 16: Rolling Chairs are Awesome

Now it's lunchtime. Talking to some DCs, I bring up the undeniable fact that rolling chairs are the best thing one could ask for. To demonstrate my point, I tell them I can get from place to place without even getting out of my chair. My destination? The other side of the cafeteria.

Rolling around at the speed of sound, I race my way past the cluttered cafeteria and to a table where the lunch ladies are sitting, across from where I was at. I hand them my chair, pretending that there's something wrong with it, and I ask them if I can go to the restroom. I guess I thought it was weird that I'd show up there for no reason and head back, so I improvised a reason for doing so when I got there.




Day 19:


Fell asleep at: 4:00 AM

Woke up at: 7:30 AM


Dream 17: Dang it...

I remember having a really vivid dream today, but my two puppies woke me up so I forgot all about it. They bark when they're hungry, thirsty, angry, happy, jealous, or when they feel anything at all.

Morning of March 3, 2018. Saturday.



In the last segment of my dream, I find myself holding a vacuum cleaner. I start to vacuum the floor, which has the appearance, to some extent, of the area near the entrance to my room in Cubitis (where I had not lived since 1978). However, it also has the essence of our present home.

Over time, as I am vacuuming, there is a point at which the vacuum cleaner’s sound decreases. The suction becomes minimal, though I am still able to vacuum a little longer. I vacuum up small paper scraps as well as dust and small debris. Finally, the vacuum cleaner’s sound is almost inaudible. I bend the hose at different angles to see if that helps release any debris in the blocked area, but it does not seem to be working. As I am twisting the hose, my focus is to my left, the side the vacuum cleaner is mostly oriented toward.

Eventually, in hypnopompic revelation (the emergent consciousness factor of liminal space, where the meaning of my dream is revealed to me), I discover that the blood circulation of my left arm had been cut off to a greater extent than usual, as I was sleeping on it. Thus, the blocked vacuum cleaner hose was autosymbolism for my left arm’s blocked circulation. RAS mentally prepared me for this with my dream’s focus on the blocked hose to resolve the issue as soon as possible after my dream’s cessation. (This is known as biological pattern matching.)

My dream’s beginning is associated with the glymphatic system and the evidence that the clearance of interstitial waste products increases during the resting state.

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FRAGMENT 1:
I was in my backyard. M was sitting in a chair in the yard with no top whatsoever and was crossing her arms as if it were cold, although it was a perfectly sunny day. I was checking if she had no top just to be sure, and when I noticed I flinched backward into the lawn chair I was in.

FRAGMENT 2:
In this fragment, I was at J's house. I was going to show him a song by a Czech band called Kabát, but He said he only had five minutes left. His grandma then came in speaking nearly perfect English. I forgot exactly what she said, but she had to replace the word she was trying to say with "thing". I was astonished on how fast she learned the language, and then I realized that English is considerably less complicated than Czech.

I wake up in the middle of the night from a dream and realize this is a good opportunity to induce a lucid dream. I check my phone quickly for the current ToTMs and find a couple that interest me. I decide to first do the task: "How many times can you fold a piece of paper before it doesn't work anymore... Or can you fold it endlessly?"

I fall asleep and find myself in one of the rooms of my house. I am lucid and recall the task. Luckily, there is a piece of paper nearby which I pick up and hold in half. The paper is stiff and it is a little difficult. I fold it in half again two more times, counting as I do, and the paper continues to fold as normal, but once I do it after that, the paper is no longer stiff and is easy to bend. I look closer and realize it is no longer decreasing in size when I fold it in half, so I can continue to fold with no effect. I lose count of how many times I have folded, but I have my answer: I can fold it endlessly. Now the dream either ends or I lose lucidity because I can't remember anything after this.

No video today

I didn't do a dream journal drawing video today. I wanted to just draw it "off camera". But I did do the dream drawing stuff like in my other videos and it was helpful.

Round 1 of dreams.

I slept a few hours and woke up with some sense of having had really interesting dreams. But couldn't remember anything really clearly. I made a few voice notes but nothing was solid. There was like a big bug in the back of a car at one point but I just couldn't see it any clearer. I had a sense they were really conceptual dreams.

Round 2 of dreams.

These were a little better remembered. I couldn't get food with my friend at this hospital or school place. Then I was looking for a bath room. There were guards so I went in an un marked bathroom. Then I was in a locker room. They were re doing the old locker rooms because they got moldy or something. Then I was in the locker room and I had wet socks. I was putting another pair of socks on over my wet socks but that didn't make total sense to me.

Round 3 of Dreams.

These were cool. There was a bunch I forgot. From what I remember, I tried donating 5 dollars. I went through a wad of cash to try to get change for myself but the person told me no change. So I just donated the 5 dollars. I did see some singles in there though, and a ten. There was more I forgot.

Then I dreamed I woke up in my bed and it was very bright in the room. I figured morning had gotten there. My body was different though.

I know for sure I had a lucid part before or after that, but I totally forgot it. For some reason my recall was really weak on this night. My acceptance that fact was higher than usual though.

Next I found myself in this loft. There was something about climbing down a wooden ladder. But the screws were loose and it looked like it would fall. I noticed a design on the wood. During this part of the dream, there was something about how I was glad that what had happened right before that was just a dream. So it was a false awakening. Really, I was still in a dream, but I didn't know it.

Then the next scene was of me in this cafeteria place. One thinner old lady was wearing blue. she threw something on a table. Another heavy lady was wearing a really low cut blue dress. She was near our table handing out stuff. We all got apples. The dream told me to focus on the apple and try to really study the patterns on its skin. I thought this was so cool because I have been trying to work on my visual memory in waking life using "drawing from memory" exercises. Only, I thought I was in waking life, and I looked forward to sitting to draw it later that day when I got home. I worried I might not have time. I remember seeing it very vividly and clearly within the dream. Then i woke up.

Round 4 of dreams.

I had more dreams but all I remembered was a box of books. And something with my sister.

Notes.

Much lower recall than usual tonight. But I had a lot more peace with the fact of my lower recall than I usually do when I have trouble recalling dreams. I don't really know what factors to attribute it to so I won't make any major changes. I can tell I am sleeping deeper though which is a good thing.

So I was watching Thor - The dark worlds last night. I thought I could try and fly with Mjolnir in the next lucid, if I have trouble flying. I also sen an intent to visit Asgard.

I got lucid last night. First I saw this land covered with very shallow water. Like a huge lake. It looked very monotonous, but I said out loud "how beautiful' and the skies on one side started to turn a bit pink and orange, rest of the land was in silvers and grays. A bit scary looking, but me saying "how beautiful" I tried to make it something else.

Then I remembered how I wanted to fly with help of Mjolnir. I looked around but didn't see it. So I picked up a large rock and moved it fast in front of me, hoping it's momentum will make me follow it into the air. But I couldn't lift off at all.

I'm no longer lucid here. Looking out from my mom's kitchen balcony window. There is a tree, looks like an eucalyptus. As I look more and more up, I say wow, this tree is so huge, and the tree is getting taller and taller. It reaches up to the clouds. I call my mom to look at it but she can't be bothered. I think that if the tree break, it will fall right on our house. At that moment a huge limb, which like rest of the tree has a very smooth, light gray bark, starts falling down. I call my mom to look. It's still falling, now I see it from the opposite window, in the living room. I yell "its still falling, come and look".

Created Thursday 01 March 2018

I've two LDs and a few other things to note.

Scrap Group 1
Playing the Demon roguelike. I kept stumbling into an annoying pack of quick dark element enemies in the late game. One of said group had pre-fused demons with physical resistances. I take advantage of their link to keep from getting overwhelmed.

At a beach during a grey day. I got into a kickboxing fight with a bully (though I can't deny having part in escalating things into such). Previously, I talked a good game. But once the battle started, I soon realized I was way in over my head. Not only did my opponent outreach me, he also had a lot more stamina. The others around there agreed I'd no hope of winning. Brief interlude, then round 2. In desperation, I started with a jumping knee, and tagged the guy right in the chin, stunning him. The bully lost his nerve, and made a predictable charge. I responded with another jumping knee, flustering him further. Transition somehow to below.

Dream 1 - Video Game City Ruins

The visuals were mostly clear. I was passing through a seaside walkway during a violet sunset. In the distance was a vast metropolis. But, unlike the rest of the environment, it was depicted in colorful 16-bit graphics. This reminded me of Streets of Rage. I was enthralled at the glittering sight, and by nostalgia... until I noticed that half the city was in ruins, on fire, and billowing with green, toxic vapors. This jumpstarted lucidity. Hand rub. I elected to just look around, and noticed my brother, Darnell, nearby, to whom I spoke about the somewhat familiar view. When I glanced back, the city had vanished. Things destabilized, and the dream ended.

Scrap Group 2
In the bathroom. Something was wrong with my head.

Dream 2 - To Find a Bad Guy

Dreamlets transitioned to a dream. The visuals started blurred. I was in a non-descript room with a wide screen TV, glancing at that Bible novella mom keeps watching. Got lucid a minute in. On an impulse, I tried entering the screen to fight the bad guys, but couldn't. Still, I tried attacking regardless. This seemed to have effects on the other side, if delayed, and with some occasional freezing.

Warp to the void. I continued shadowboxing, and also spun in place, until a scene formed. I found myself riding around town during daytime. My family (or whom I presumed as such) were with me. Anyway, I had the driver seek out those aforementioned villains. Before long, we stumbled into a withering crop field, and then, an arid desert. A setting not unlike that show above.

Things hazed up into a brown void. Once the visuals clarified, I was surprised to find myself within the razor-teethed maw of a gigantic creature. The instant it opened its mouth, I rocketed out, and ended up in deep space. I glanced back to see that the beast was a granite-brown, worm-like alien. It chased me momentarily, though it had no chance of catching up.

As I got further, I noticed an even larger and far more dangerous being behind the worm: a colossal, cackling Kid Buu from Dragon Ball Z. I dived down, and suddenly landed on Earth in the middle of a city. Buu, however, was fast approaching. In haste, I powered up, and shot a huge ki-blast at the demon. Despite my skepticism, this somehow vaporized him in one shot. Still, I considered his regenerating. So, I whirled my hands, from which I formed a great tornado to vaccuum his remains. I then tried finding a container to keep him sealed. But, the dream warped, and I stirred awake.

Dream Journal Drawing video
This video was a little shorter due to just having less visual of dreams the night before. They were vivid in places but I couldn't think of much to draw from it.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=keP0B8saehc

Round 1 of Dreams.

My sister was getting my Dad a gift. It was like my Dad had a twin or we had a step Dad. her gift was in a rectangular box.

The teacher wanted me to stay until 4:30 P M. I was saying that was too much. I said something "fresh" about school. Some kids were scared of me and some laughed. We were walking around the perimeter of the room in circles.

I was working on a computer thing with a friend. There were these capacitors hanging off it that had to be touched to be activated. Something about injecting one's hand with some special chemical to make it not be electrocuted. Something about the computer running on only 512 Kilobytes. And we were supposed to sit in inner tubes but it needed a back rest. In the garage of my parents old house. I got the throw my Aunt got me for a back rest.

There was a guy with a silver saw on a pole. He was trying to cut some of a tree in the wind. Another tree branch fell and nearly hit him. Did I try to catch it? Not sure.

Something about the gym with my friend.

First round of dreams recall has been better lately.

Round 2 of Dreams

These dreams were cool. I borrowed some money from a girl for food. Then we were on a bus and I was sitting on a bag of gold fish. A kid wanted my frosted mini wheat things but the bag had ripped.

Then I was in the kitchen of my fraternity house in college. The tiles were white. I noticed it was different but just thought it was because they got new tiles.

In another room, people were talking about what they do ay night. I told them they would be surprised how active a night life I have. And I said I do lucid, dreaming and dream journaling. So I have lots of adventures. but I didn't know it was a dream.

Then, without knowing it was a dream, I did some flying. I flew accross this whole big field while thinking of applications of L D. Then I saw a high school teacher. I showed him I could fly over the awning by the bus stop. I went inside and was in my fraternity house again. Mr. H said I landed perfectly.

Some kid was trying to put drugs in my eyes. I lost my vision. When i could see again, no one was there. My Miccus head set was on the floor. I forgot the rest.

I had another dream that I was so glad the memory came back to me. It was a Beast Wars dream. megatron had moved to a new base. I think I saw Tarantulus face. Megatron had just enough Energon left to stage an attack on the Maximal base. So he said for everyone to charge up the energon supplies. It was pretty exciting to remember that part. I could see the Energon bursting through the walls.

Final round of dreams

For these dreams, all I remembered was walking through a grass field. I think I had that dream and thought it through upon awakening, but tried to dream chain, and fell asleep for longer.

I dreamed about being in a brown restaurant and looking for a bathroom. I found one but it was different how the Mens and Womens rooms were arranged.

I also remembered a part where my sister was on a computer. I was urgently saying we need to go up stairs so she should take her computer upstairs.

Then there was this tan woman with black hair in my dream. She was saying how she uses a lot of body language. If I didn't use a lot of body language, she wouldn't understand me. So I made really exaggerated body language as I talked. I could tell she was also emoting in a notable way. She was sitting on the edge of my bed. I woke up after staring at her left eye a while. It was pretty vivid. I don't know if she was the woman from 2 nights ago. But she had the same skin color and hair color.

WILD Attempt

I laid down probably around 5 A M and decided to attempt wild. I made it through hypnagogia and tried the 1, I am dreaming, 2, I am dreaming, etc. mantra thing, up to 100 and back down to 70, and lost interest. I tried relaxing my eyes and jaw. It wasn't really working though. I think I had too much mental activity.

Notes

Tonight seemed lighter on dreams for some reason. I was really surprised when the morning had come already. It really flew by and I guess for whatever reason I didn't get as high a volume of dreams. But there were some cool ones.

Also using a pop filter made my voice recorder come out much better. Glad to have one of those! .

Drawing
Here is my dream journal drawing for today:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RmAbnPjvCQM




Round 1 of Dreams

There was one part where I was holding my samurai sword in the mirror as if perparing for some kind of battle. I was making the blade look invisible in the mirror. There was something with a fish sandwich. And something where I was writing something but could not use the left hemisphere of my brain. So I had to delete my response.

Round 2 of Dreams.
This got interesting. First I was in my nana's house but at my parents old house. I could hear someone scolding a kid accross the road. I was asking if other people could hear it too. I wanted to go intervene because it was very harsh.

My Dad brought a $4,350 rowing machine down the stairs. It was wrapped in plastic. he was asking me if I had anything to sell, I guess because he overspent on it. I said I had something from the library but nothing that belonged to me. He needed to buy it in an emergency for his bad shoulder.

My friend was cooking in the kitchen and I asked if he could hear the scolding parents. I forgot what he said.

Then my Dad's two sisters, were standing together. my aunt B lit a cigarette and I ran away. She was chasing me. As she chased me I yelled at her and kept running. A woman poured some liquid down the back of my shirt. My Aunt chased me to a library. I went to hide in a room but she found me. She had my foam roller and I thought she was going to crush me with it. I stood up and told her off. I told her to go her separate way from me, and I wouldn't talk to her now.

Before I woke up physically I had a dream of an E V and I V chart for a Pokemon game. Only there were at least ten stats, not just six. One of the stats involved energy from outside and energy from inside.

Round 3 of dreams.

These were cool. I almost couldn't remember them until many minutes later, for some reason. I was in a car in the dark, and then drove home. Then I was in a Pokemon battle. There was a Solgaleo form Necrozema accross from me. Pitch black except for the colored places on its face and mane and very big. I had a Pokemon out that could boost everyone in my party's stats. I chose for it to boost attack. I had Bagon and Shelgon but not Salamence. The Necrozma intercepted the stat boosts by turning them into green gems. The dream ended with me looking at the carpet on the room in my parents old house as drips appeared on it. Then as I woke up I realized it had been a dream.

I also dreamed about writing in a composition note book. I was writing down a dream and saying to myself that I better write those dreams as soon as I wake up.

Round 4 of dreams.

I couldn't remember much of these. There was a music video thing where the guy was singing in a cool melody. I used the rewind button to go back a few minutes and see the previous singer. I managed to record the melody as I heard it. The words were something like, "I had a dream for fun."

Round 5 of dreams.

There was a really smart baby. The baby was drinking coffee from a coffee pot. Then it showed the baby as an old man, sitting and eating breakfast with the T V on.

Then I was in the back of a van, recording my dreams into a voice recorder app on my phone. It had green and red and black colors. The app was recording over itself and I was worried my dream would be incomprehensible. (Funny because my voice recorder had lots of pops and clicks when I went back to listen to these dreams. Not incomprehensible but just needs a pop filter next time. ) I was worried the driver would hear my dream. From the back of his head he looked like my Dad.

I got out of the van or the dream just transitioned. I realized I didn't have to worry about recording my dream because my recorder was safely in my room. Wait. My room? Then how am I here? Oh! I am dreaming! I realized I was dreaming. I was near my local library. I flew into the air. I flew straight up directly at the bright blue sky until that dream ended.

I found myself with a person in my Nana's room. I realized I had not woken up in my physical bed and became lucid again. My nana was in her bed only she was a thinner person. She got up to talk to us. We went into another room. I got bored and went into the hall way. People were saying the business meeting is in different amounts of days away. I wanted water. I felt thirsty in the dream.

The dream ended and I was in my physical bed. I felt intense vibrations and heard high pitched ringing. I was trying to will another dream to begin. I relaxed when I realized that wouldn't work. Then I tried to roll out of my physical body and felt myself separate.

I found myself standing up from bed. I was scared and felt myself pulled backwards. I was afraid my body would be taken while I wasn't in it. My body wasn't there anyway though. But I was in a replica of my physical room. There were avocado shells/skins in my bed. The lamp by my bed didn't work. It was very dim. I tried a finger palm test at some point. My door and door knob were the same. I opened it like I would in physical life. Did I put my hand through the door or was that another time? I walked out into the hall way and doubted it was a dream.

Then I saw the stairs going down stairs and knew it was a dream. They were all olive green. I jumped down and floated. Two mirrors were at the bottom of the stairs. The door and windows were all barricaded. The front door was barricaded by pillows. I used telekinesis to clear some.

I was afraid someone had me trapped here. I wanted to get out but there were so many pillows in the way. Then I heard a guy talking in the next room, in a recliner chair. It was a guy I used to work with, E B. E B smiled at me. I tried to walk around to talk to him but lost my sight.

I woke in my physical bed again. I thought it all through. Very interesting. Then I felt the same vibrations and heard the same high pitched ringing noise. I got up out of my body in the same way as last time.

I stood up for a brief moment out of body again but it was all dark.

I popped back into my physical body and thought it all through. I think they were just wake initiated lucid, dreams. Not O B E's. But some stuff from W I L D's and O B E's seems similar to me. These were really the high point of the night.


Round 6 and 7 of dreams? .

Round 5 and 6 of dreams were kind of a let down. I guess that dream chain thing took a lot of "psychic energy" and so I just didn't have the neccessary mental energy to recall dreams after that. Round 5 of sleep was really frustrating because I knew I dreamed, but upon awakening, I couldn't think of anything whatsoever. Round 6 of dreams, I was surprised to get back to sleep. I got a few things.

One, I was in a food store, and saw a person I knew from school. I was near the potatoes section.

Two, my family was gathered in my Nana's room. Everyone was saying the Lord Almighty but then they started saying the George Almighty or Almighty George. This seemed a little different to me. I was trying to put my head set on a door knob. I was trying to hang it over the edge of a toilet in my Nana's room. The toilet was lined with a table cloth on the inside. It opened like side to side instead of up like standard toilet seats.

I also had one dream in my room at my old house where I had a song lyric come to me. It had a cool melody and something to do with the word "open" or "broken" and a multisyllable rhyme. Unfortunately it was just all gone by the time I got up. What happened was I kept the "Almighty George" dream and the "song lyric" dream in my mind without recording it, trying to dream chain. I fell back asleep and woke up without remembering the song lyric. Song lyrics can be the ones that slip away the easiest I think, maybe because the tone and words are so specific. I definitely wish I had recorded that song lyric but I thought I had it. Well, perhaps next time, I won't make that mistake. I really miss it now.

Notes

I got up around 7:50 today which is a bit later than usual. But I am usually a workaholic and insomniac so I am glad to have been able to sleep. I went to bed and was probably initally asleep by 7. But it takes me 12 hours to get 8 hours of sleep due to the way I wake up throughout the night.

I had experience a false awakening and was sitting on the top of my bed. For some reason my entire room was like a park of some sort. I could see a skinny young man walking in a odd way. He seemed to be listening to music. But I notice in his right hand was a knife. He was approaching a woman who was on her phone not aware that he was planning to rob her.

I notice my father in my bathroom which confused me but I decided that wasn't important right now. I go to him and tell him what I am seeing and to ask him to help back me up in case anything goes wrong. We begin running towards the man as he has just grabbed her by the arm. My father pushes him off her as he brings the knife to our direction.

He begins to run at my father but I made an intimidating move towards him as if I was going to attack. I need to get the knife out of his hand before I can do anything. He then takes that as an insult and runs towards me with the knife. His reaction was so fast I couldn't even think. I luckily dodge the first jab from his knife. It was very intense almost being stabbed that I became lucid.

I told myself that this is quite the experience to help my combat. But I do not enjoy doing this so I ended the dream.

The only lucid dreams I've had have been me leaving my bed and going outside for 30 seconds then losing lucidity and not remembering the rest of the dream. The majority of my non-lucid dreams have been me at my old elementary school in various scenarios. The major question I'm asking these days is: why?

Why dream about an elementary school I haven't attended in a long time vs. the number 1 thing I'm trying to incubate. Better question: How do I have a person, place, thing or idea from waking life appear in my dream at night?

My educated guess about the cause of dream content is problem-solving. From this, I've developed a model to hopefully yield positive results in dream incubation.

1. I will think of a goal in the form a person, place, or thing.
2. I will break this goal into three parts: the desired outcome, the problem(s), the possible solutions.
3. Before bed every night, I'm going to fully focus and fantasize the solutions to the problem that are preventing me from reaching my desired outcome. The ultimate goal is that my subconsciousness will take over the problem-solving element during sleep leading to a dream about the topic.

To put this into practice, let's say I'm looking for Naomi Grey, a dream character from many dreams ago. I want to find her(desired outcome) but I don't know where she is (problem #1), what she necessarily looks like(problem #2) and she could be in one of several dozen places(problem #3). So before bed, I'm going to think hard and meditate on where Naomi could possibly be(solution #1) and how I would find her (solution #2). The key here is that my solutions should inconclusive, none of them should actually answer the problem - just creatively keep my mind busy until I fall asleep. The focus should be on the problem rather than the desired outcome.

The paradigm shift is making Naomi into a mystery to be solved instead of a person I hope to see in my dream one day.