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Color Code: Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid, Waking life notes

Dream Lesson 3: Overcome sexual distraction

March 18, 2015

I wake up but don't move. I feel tingling and then vaguely feel like I have gotten up and started walking. I can't see anything. I say/think "I'm a ghost." I gain my vision and the dream becomes more solid, and I remember my ongoing goal.
I approach a refrigerator and knock on the door saying "I would like my next lesson, please." I say something about it being for control.
I pick up a bagel with both hands and let go, trying to make it float, but it drops to the floor. Rather than bother picking up the same object, I grab a jar of jam from the fridge. I place it on top of the fridge (which is either very short or I am floating) then make it float by keeping my hands a few inches out on either side of it.
I believe I remember a post on DreamViews in which someone says that dream control needs to be based on things we are familiar with. I say to myself "I know what it's like to lift, but not what it's like to let go and not drop it." (Meaning, my dream can easily use my memory of lifting objects in waking life and apply it to making dream objects float, but has no obvious memory to prevent dream objects from falling when let go.) But, I say, "I know I can do it."

I practice a few more times making the jar float, and having fun doing it. I am now able to drop it and make it stop falling after a second.
I talk to the dream and the school I believe I am attending and ask what's next or if I should continue the lesson.
Now I am in a giant version of the garage in my childhood home. Watermelons start flying at me. I hit and kick them and make them bounce off each other. I grab one and try to take a bite of it.
I have a giant metal wrench and I'm hitting some metal things (?). I see a giant person and ask if he wants to fight, but he seems to ignore me. I hit a stack of red hot cogs, or metal discs and they go flying.
I lose lucidity. Someone is talking about dictators and is going to cut my fingers off with a knife.

Lesson 2 dream

February 7, 2015 (sat)

My ongoing goal is to attend a lucid dreaming school. I didn't plan anything else beyond that. It's interesting what my dream created as what I took to be my first lesson.

Color Code: Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid Waking life notes

Before going back to sleep I repeat the mantra “I am dreaming,” and try to imagine arm movement. No noticeable sensations.

I am in my old bedroom, in my parents' house. I think to do a Reality Check so I pinch my nose shut and realize I can still breathe through it. I say to myself “I thought for sure I was awake.” Next I sort of slow motion jump/fly through the window (without opening or breaking it). It is daylight out (unlike most of my non-lucid dreams). I yell “I am lucid dreaming!”

I see other people around. Still level with the second floor window, I jump to a tree branch and balance on it. Someone says something and I maybe tell them to shut up or I ignore them (?). Then I say “Sorry, wait, what's my lesson?” remembering my goal.

The branch I am standing on has become a platform, except it's like a square horizontal wooden hoop, still connected to the ground by a thin trunk. There are several of these platforms. I jump from one to the next while waving my arms and also rubbing my hands together. I say to myself that I have to get to the end (without waking or losing lucidity).

I hop from platform to platform. Each one is lower than the previous and they go around in a half circle, or square shape. When I reach the ground I say “I did it!” excitedly and do a little dance.

David is there. I ask him “what do I get/win?” but I think I already know that the dream and the goal is its own intrinsic reward. I ask him what my next lesson is. I approach a random lady and say “sex with you?” I reach up her skirt and kiss her, then say “but that would be distraction.” She doesn't seem interested anyway.
I approach another woman who is sitting in a chair on the driveway. I believe she is in charge. I maybe ask her what is next, but I have already become distracted by the sexual energy.

I won't describe here what happened, but I'm pretty sure she is very understanding and forgiving. Accidents happen. :^p