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There's a human boy who grew up with something not human and eventually fell in love, and now the nonhuman one is gradually becoming human. This is something he always wanted, but he's surprised because he expected it to be like flipping a switch, all or nothing; instead, human traits will appear for a while and gradually fade away again. Right now, the two of them are having a conversation about a friend of the human, named Michael, who the human's considering approaching - they have an open relationship, since they both believe it's important for the human to be close with other humans.

Two men, at least one a detective, are on the rooftop of a building in a city, talking about that Michael. They have some kind of personal grudge against that couple, and they have some plan to use Michael against them. One of them is assuring the other that the plan will work, they can trust Michael and he'll come through for them; they mention something about 11 o'clock. The human boy appears on top of the wall at the edge of the rooftop, looking a few years older than in the previous scene, and he tells them that he's "already taken the precaution of" killing Michael, in order to prevent Michael from killing him. Someone (I can't remember whether it was the boy or the detective; both sides agree on this point) makes a comment about how "before all of this," before Michael got involved with them, Michael would have been peacefully studying at this time of night.

As a disembodied observer, I get lost in a train of thought starting with that comment about studying and ending up thinking about disappearing cultural institutions, and then thinking about divination by lottery. With that last thought, I find myself at a shrine in the POV of the human boy from the previous scene. I intend to take a long trip, alone, but I needed to stop here first. There's a woman who works at the shrine performing divination by lottery, where there are small white balls containing messages from the deity of the shrine. The message she produces for me is "please do not go." I'm not surprised by this, and intend to leave anyway, regretfully; I only came here to say goodbye, though I intend to return someday. As the part of me in the mindset of the character is thinking all this, the observer side of me realizes that the deity of the shrine is the same nonhuman character from the earlier scenes.

6. Setting is my house but not IWL. I can’t sleep, so I go out into the livingroom. I’m sitting down and petting Spice when I notice a patch on his back is on fire! I take the white pillow that’s usually on mom’s bed and pat it out.

I look at him and see no trace of it, and I suddenly feel confused and question what I saw. Is it really possible for something like that to happen?

Perhaps a jump happens here, because I go back to my room with the living-room TV remote. There was something to do with my regular white pillow here, maybe I took the wrong one and had to go back to switch it?

I lie down in the dark in bed and turn on the TV. I think ‘it works, even though it’s for a different TV’. I briefly worry it’s too loud because others are sleeping, but let it go.

I turn it off after a bit because it’s useless, I wasn’t watching it. I see a brief light from the other room (guess I left the door open). I wonder what it is but then realize it must have been someone’s iPod Touch flashing on for a notification before going off.

In the morning, dad asks me if I left my blanket on the table. I’m confused and question him, and he hands me the blanket.

Inspirations: The fire comes from me glancing over a trigger in my dream palace. Pillow comes from the one I use as a prop as I go through my mind palace. TV probably comes from yesterday’s dream. iPod Touch flashing might come from me being blinded by car lights going by my room before bed.

Notes: I questioned the dream, woohoo! I also rarely dream about being in my house, real one or not. I’ve been doing the memory RC more, I wonder if that’s why. 8) I always truly question my surroundings, because it’s hard to forget how realistic dreams can be, and how easily your mind can give up on questioning things because of that. So I really push it, ‘what makes this reality and not a dream?’ and then once I RC, I say ‘it’s not a dream this time/yet so no excuse not to keep questioning’.

4. I’m looking at two articles online about the manga Loveless. At the end of the title, one uses the Japanese kanji for ‘系/kei (system)’, except it’s not the real one (I remember one of the radicals (the bottom one in 公)but not the whole thing from the dream).

The other article uses the Chinese kanji for ‘system’. I prefer the Chinese article’s writing because it talks about the manga itself, but prefer the other because of the Japanese, but it only has a summary of events.

Inspiration: Haven’t thought about Loveless in a while, but I have two charms on my phone for it that I’ve looked at recently.

5. At grandma’s house eating. We almost leave without Jazzy, so I go back in to get her. We don’t have a crate so we put her in the backseat. I look back from the passenger’s seat to see her sleeping. There’s a bowl of (human?) food in front of her to the right.

Note: Jazzy would never fall asleep on the seat like that haha, she’d be much more likely to hide under the seat and pant.

1. Trying to change the quality of the light, but it’s actually (grated) cheddar cheese floating down like snow…

2. Stirring a thick mixture of some food.

Inspiration: Lmao I have food on the brain lately because of all the cooking I’ve been doing! ‘Cheese’ probably comes from the scalloped potatoes the other day, ‘thick mixture’ from chocolate chip cheesecake dip, ‘changing the light’ from my nightly routine of watching my eyelids and trying to change the lights. (It’s a great way to drift off.)

3. The Mugiwara from One Piece all trying out swords. It got to Chopper’s turn. I thought it was strange seeing them with the swords.

Inspiration: Just read the chapter (Thriller Bark arc) where the shadow in Luffy gives him the skill to use a sword! I thought it was weird because Luffy is such a hands on guy. XD

Dream
Lucidity

I was in a house in a rural area. We were making a big dinner and I went out. I found Darth Vader and invited him over. On my way back I noticed he had a lot of brass keys on a necklace. When I got back to the house, people were happy to see him but then they found out that he was with the dark side so they got upset. I knew something was gonna happen so I grabbed my P229 and put it on the small of my back. People started eating at the table and then started arguing. Suddenly a guy pulls out something and I know it's a part of a gun. Another person gets up and everyone starts fighting. I chase the guy that pulled out the part of the gun and beat him with my gun until he dies. This causes my gun to break. I can't pull the hammer down but then manage to fix it. I keep going but my gun breaks again. I start taking it apart and can't fix it to I tell myself to do something, either do a dream rewind or summon a new gun. My new gun has a blade under it and I test it out. I hear someone teleport behind me and I run. I go to the backyard where I see a pond, a campfire, and some dogs along with Ace around it. Ace had a broken leg. I decide to go back in the house and finish everything. I sneak through the front porch and the house is on fire. I see 2 guys and one of them starts attacking me. As he's coming towards me I realize I'm dreaming. He kicks me in the nuts and I close my eyes and say "When I open my eyes I will be in a small, dark room", remembering my objective for my next lucid dream. I open my eyes and I'm still in the same place. I do it again and nothing happens. Finally I decide to dream spin. I spin and spin and spin until I feel like I've done it. I stop and fall to the floor, dizzy and unable to stand up. As I'm on the ground, I know I'm in the same area I was before but later on in the night. I'm surrounded by cars. To my right is a white car, to my left is a red car that reminded me of my GF's car, and behind me is another vehicle which I think is a dark grey truck. I do reality checks. I push my finger to my hand but it doesn't go through but I can see a large indentation of where my finger is pushing on the other side of my hand. I pinch my nose but am unable to breathe. I notice my ears haven't popped and when I notice it, they do, like in the waking world. Everything feels so real. I look at my left hand and count fingers. 5 fingers and a thumb. I tell myself "That's all the proof I need" My objective for my next lucid dream was to sit down and learn to control and summon stuff in the environment. I single out a rock on the gravel and try to lift it with my mind. I hear a loud noise in the waking world and it transfers to my dream as a gunshot in the distance to my right. It distracts me and I notice my dream ending. I tell myself to dream spin but it's already to late. I lost lucidity and I wake up.

Now I was in prison, but then I was watching a movie, then I was in a mall, and then in church. I get bored of this and think of what I will do inmy next ld. I am back in prison and that idea comes around, ponders abit, and smacks me right across the face with a hot frying pan. (not literally). I go places and will finish post

I was with a big group during SHTF. I went to scout a warehouse and suddenly a person appeared. Then, another one, and another one. They were questioning me and I thought they were gonna kill me. I had my yellow radio and while they weren't looking I pushed the pin. I yelled for help and my group burst in. Both groups got along and we made an even bigger group. We entered an Air Force installation and we explored it. I was going to get into one of the computers with my Air Force ID.

In my other dream, I was the hulk and was beating up a monster. Suddenly a monster mutation starts attacking me. I run because I can't kill it or even hit him but then I find out I can so I start fighting him. We jump from rooftops to rooftops and scale buildings while fighting. He is able to regenerate health. When he's low, he starts running and I chase him down. I transform into a car to catch up to him and then kill him when I do.

I'm laying down on my bed next to where Ace is. The rat cage is on top of Ace's cage and I notice the rats got out through a hole. I put them all inside the cage and notice that Ace bit Shaniqua. I freaked out and went to some girl's house and asked for help with my clothes. The house was messy and when I got my clothes I left for the vet. I realized I had to kill Shaniqua cus she wouldn't make it. I went into the city and into a parking lot where a security guard told me where I could shoot my rifle. I went but then decided to do it in the wilderness. I went through some offices carrying Shaniqua and my Ruger 10/22. Suddenly, I had 2 more rifles and people started looking at me weird and talking shit so I talked shit back. I took some stairs to the basement where I took a transport platform back to the parking lot. I had Shaniqua in the pocket of my jacket and all the rifles in my hand. I saw a cop and it noticed me so I evaded it. My dream ended when I was walking back to my car.

In my other dream, I dreamt that I was looking at a counter top made of Masonry. Someone was explaining that they could cut it and make it into a gun. He made it into a pump action shotgun and it reminded me of Counter Strike.

All I remember was a big factory and having to escape from some zombies or something. I had to get in a minivan that was in a tall garage to drive away.

I was watching a commercial on wedding dresses. They were showcasing headgear for female dresses. There was a black one with white stripes. The clothing covered the eyes but you could still see the person... like a fishnet stocking style thing. I didn't like it but ten the commercial said "It can also be made into bow ties" and the face cover was off and the headgear had bow ties on both sides of the woman. I loved it and threw my hands up, yelling "BOW TIE!" I was sitting in a salon and Megan and Desirae were there. i knew I was dating Megan and not Desirae. Megan and I were set to go to a party or some sort of gathering. I got up and went to the rat cage. Meek and Juanita were there and there were tiny mice also. Shaniqua was out and on the floor. Desirae was walking and I kept looking at her. I felt like calling it off with Megan because I liked Desirae more. Finally, it was time to leave. I remember handling an old TV on the counter before I woke up.

All I remember is being at work on the phone asking about overtime and if I was going to get hit

People at work
I'm at work, sitting in my cube. My old cube is behind me, directly across the hallway. My current cube doesn't have too much stuff in it, but the old one seems to be where I store old equipment; it's filled with old computers, monitors, and stuff. I'm sitting at my computer watching the intro to some movie over and over. There's a short moment when an actor comes into the frame, and I'm trying to figure out who he is. Peter something, though I'm not sure if it's the actor's name or the character's name. I remember it's some kind of in-joke. I'm having trouble with the movie player; it's not doing what I want, skipping around, and I keep missing the spot I want.

Now a compliance woman is in my old cube marking things as needing upgrades. She's almost done - she didn't realize I was in my new cube - and I make sure to point out everything old I have assigned to me, letting her know how old it is, and she says that nearly everything I point out can be upgraded: three old towers, two ViewSonic CRTs, even an old UPS, even though Brad P (takes be a while to remember his last name) has half of it (the UPS is actually split down the middle). She points out some older servers that I got when I was first hired in 2004 and says that because they run Windows XP they'll need to be destroyed, but I tell her that they run Windows now, so they're compliant, and she agrees. She asks me if I'm running a media server, and she can tell by the look on my face that I do (I don't IRL). She gives me a friendly warning that they're going to start cracking down on people running them if they hear music blaring out of cubes and advises me to use headphones, and that it can be hard to find a pair that doesn't hurt the ears. I tell her that I've had a pair I've used for a long time, and she looks pleased.

Now Mike, an old work acquaintance, is in my new cube. I call across to him to find out what he's doing, then notice a bunch of other guys looking in through my cube windows (I was surprised to see how transparent they were). Mike seems to be hiding from them, and no one else is willing to go into my cube (no idea why). I call to him again and he comes over into my old cube with us. As he does so he bumps me and the nose pieces of my glasses scratch my nose. I remember the pain of the scratch. He apologizes. When I try to put the glasses back on, I see the pads are messed up. I go to fix them, but he takes them, fiddles, and gives them back before running off. I try again and find they're even worse. I fiddle with them for a moment and get them right.

Now I'm in a back room with a compliance guy. We're cooking something in a strange toaster oven - it's shaped like a toaster but has a "tunnel" running through it to put stuff in, with the element running across the top. I use a tiny pizza peel to pull out a bagel sandwich I'm toasting, hoping it won't burn being so close to the element.


Motel Questions
My wife and I walk into a building so I can ask some people some questions. To our left is an auditorium with the door left open; looking through, I see a guy talking and only one guy in the audience. To our right is a smaller room with three women sitting behind school desks, ready to answer questions. I get really anxious, wondering if this is only for attendees of the conference, but I try to be strong and push through and hope they don't question me too much if I act like I belong. They clearly know I don't and ask if I filled out a sheet (they give it a name) showing my current knowledge. I didn't, so they give one to me to fill out. It feels like a dismissal, that I should leave and come back with it filled out another day, but I decide to stay and fill it out right there. I look around for a pen and a flat surface to write on. One of the women says something else.

Now I'm in a back room, which appears to be a motel room. It's hard to move around as there are extension cords - both standard three-outlet two-prong cords as well as orange three-prong cords - running everywhere. Along the floor, along the ceiling, through mid-air. I recommend moving one of the smaller cords, as it would meet their needs and get rid of the mid-air cords, but a woman says they can't do that since some of the cords are plugged into something to monitor energy usage and I was suggesting moving the cord from a non-monitored circuit to a monitored circuit. I keep looking for a good solution and see one involving some splitters plugged in somewhere, but as I'm about to suggest it she does first. I lamely say that I was about to suggest the same thing.


Potluck
I'm at a large church potluck. As I'm going through the line, I happen to go through with RP who thanks me for the kindness we've shown J, says they'll pay to make sure everything is fixed properly, but says that he'll be ending the lease soon. I finish getting food from the first table and move onto the second, but there's a lot less here than I expected. I do see some deserts, including a random assortment that includes a chocolate-covered Oreo. I grab what may be the last one as I'd like to try it. Now I'm seated at a table right in front of some crackers and cheeses/spreads. I have no idea what the different crackers are, so I choose one at random. It's a rhomboid, and I notice many S's printed into it. I notice a legend on the package; at first I think it says S means "spicy," but looking again I realize S means "not spicy." I think that's confusing. I use a pinkish spread on it.


Fragments
Something about a hotel room, parkour, and questions about something.

I'm sitting at a table with my family. My son asks what my dreams were, nd I tell him about my near miss from a couple of days ago. A nearby family overhears me and is interested, so I explain more about lucid dreaming.

Dream 1 (fragment): I remember sitting and talking about working out with my fiend Mike B.

Dream 2 (Fragment) – Full House?: I was (David Coulier) Uncle Joey on the show Full House. I know I am playing the role in the show. I am in a large room, on the second floor of a building that somewhat resembles the main room from the TV show. I am having a scene with Danny Tanner’s girlfriend (Vicky?). We are talking about something and then we are supposed to almost kiss. We lean in to kiss, when we hear Uncle Jessie coming up the stairs. I am now in 3rd person perspective. Uncle Joey panics, goes to the window, climbs out and climbs down the drainpipe. The scene cuts to another room, a bedroom. Uncle Joey climbs in the window out of breath. To his left are some bunk beds. The Olsen twins are sitting on the lower bed and they are about 4 years old. He looks at them and says comically “We were just talking!” and runs out of the room. Queue laugh track. I wake up.

Dream 3 – Dave gets angry: I am at kids sports event (I belive it was soccer) with my childhood friends John and Dave. We were coaching. We are driving home in a minivan. We are coming up a road near my old neighborhood, heading to John and Dave’s mother’s house (where she currently lives). We see the old neighborhood market (Pandy’s – which burned down years ago) but it is a restaurant. We decide to stop for some breakfast. We get out of the van and head toward the building when I notice it is now attached to a much larger building (it wasn’t when I first noticed it). It has an Italian feel. We go in, and the Italian feel continues with the design of the dining room. We sit in a booth and a waitress comes over. We ask for the breakfast special. She quickly brings out a large bowl. I take the bowl and notice the inside of the bowl is lined with blue, white and yellow mosaic tiles in an intricate pattern. The bowl is full of scrambled eggs mixed with bacon pieces and kielbasa. We each dish out some of the food and begin to eat (it is delicious). A woman comes into the room with her two children (a boy about 3 and a girl about 5). She sits in a booth. I then notice that there are more people in the room there were there before, but this doesn’t seem strange to me. The little book is playing with a red ball and the girl is coloring. They are not misbehaving. Suddenly the woman starts screaming and swearing at the children (abusively). Dave, John and I are aghast. Suddenly Dave, who in real life is a very meek person, stands up and yells to the woman in a booming voice “SHUT THE F#$% UP!!!!!” John and I are shocked, and so is the woman! The entire room is silent and everyone is looking at Dave. I tell him to calm down. He sits back down. I get up and walk over to the woman. I tell her that she is being verbally abusive to her children and we cannot tolerate it. I tell her if she does it again we will call the police and she will lose her children to child protective services. I then tell her the only way to discipline children with to be calm and consistent. I then go back to our table. I take the food bowl and notice that there is very little of the egg stuff left, and it looks like there is a layer of burn egg stuck to the mosaic tiles. I worry that the bowl is ruined. I wake up.

Did a WBTB after 4h and 3 mg Melatonin (empty now).
My recall is pretty patchy.

The lucid:

I find it almost embarrassing how much a 40 year old woman dreams of school and such stuff - but there you are. I was on an excursion with class-mates, got off track, and noticed something "in the air" - happened before, that there was nothing specific to detect.
Did my nose-plug - my by far favourite RC - and started out again by mental stabilisation, if one can call it that, because while thinking through, what I wanted to think through, and again doing some maths - I lost visual clarity - and didn't get it on properly for the whole rest of the anyway short LD.
It was a bit like groping about in the fog - but it was not fog, more like my eyes didn't work properly.
Maybe I should have tried to get that in order, but I feared to loose it altogether, before being able to do anything - so I took off flying.
That made it better a bit while in the air - but it wasn't really fun - more like an ordeal to get something done. When I was down - the visual problems were worse again.
I didn't find somebody to interact with, neither did I feel up to summoning a portal - the next step in the plan. What I finally did, was eating some grass.

Now - this was pretty useless - damn - the last one was really okay..


Some disconnected fragments:

#1) The people, who could guess, where I got this from, probably/hopefully? won't read this here - ähäm..
I conducted an experiment with my colleagues, where everybody got a small glass pyramid and - yeah - what? I can't remember what they were supposed to do with it. But some of them were fake - the wrong configuration. What came out, was that they did work, the proper ones.
I woke up from this - and it was a whole dream - and I thought, course I remember it - made coffee and pooof. It was great - there was a result, and further consequences - a shame.

#2) Now - that is something, which I'd love to do lucidly - but maybe there is even an effect like this:
I got a darts-lesson by Gary Anderson!! And it was as if I hadn't ever understood how to throw a dart - there were projected planes visible - hm - maybe like with a holographic projector - but more physical - you could keep your arm like in a tunnel, definitively straight.
Also no wonder - last night we've been playing for hours.
So - I should really incubate darts for such days.

#3) An argument with a friend of mine, who lives with us for the time being, how he should get himself a flat finally. But in the end I apologized.

#4) This motive again, that I have to pack my stuff together from a hotel room - or it was actually a rented mini-flat. And while packing, it got more and more. But after a while I "remembered" that it was a family holiday domicile, and that the stuff can stay, and that actually a lot of it belongs to my father.
I came across documents - letters - between my father and a friend of his.
They were pretty revealing - but unfortunately all details are lost to me now.
But it felt, I had found out something profound about him.

#5) Police again - searching for a vandalism-culprit - and I had found a plastic covered passport and further papers and gave it to them. But I knew, it hadn't been that guy. But it wasn't me either.
Bit disturbing, this.

hrm. slept fine. nothin' to report.

Fragment 1
Dreamed about somebody being on trial and/or going to jail. They had a couple buddies who were hanging out in the court rooms during the hearings and/or were considering going to jail with him just to keep him company.

Fragment 2
Hangin' out in the youth group from the old church. I think it may have been a sleepover of some kind, and they may have played a movie, or maybe it was a nighttime church service for the night owls of the church?

Fragment 3
Walking down the street with dad during the day, heading home from the 1319 7-11. Some old lady ends up needing to go past us quickly so we have to move outta the wayyyy~

Dream 1 - In which I spend ridiculous amounts of time in a CVS but it's interesting anyway.
So it's nighttime and I walk into this CVS with Dad and I'm gearing up to buy a package of (Wonka) gobstoppers. I pick some up near the entrance and right away a store associate dude calls me over as if to make sure I'm not stealing 'em, and I'm not, so I go with it. Then he goes to ring me up, but for some reason decides that the goods he's selling me aren't up to the standard, and then neglects to sell me anything at all. I'm a little miffed by this.

I wander over to the toy section and see some horse stuffed animals like the ones I used to have as a kid, but when I pick one up it's objectively sucky. The eyes are too big, the head is too small, and the horse looks kinda awkward as a result, like a big ol' dork. I scoff at the follies of the manufacturer, with a bit of pretentious nostalgia mixed in. (This is based on a true story, where I recently bought a "gold edition" Bionicle Rahkshi 'cause I frickin' loved those things as a kid, and not only was it like twice as expensive as a regular Rahkshi, it also didn't have the gear at the back that lets you flail its arms around. For shame.)

I'm actually not quite sure about the timing of this part, but I'm putting it here because hhhh. I'm in the toy aisle, still, and I look up to see some dude I haven't seen in forever, and I'm like "I know you!" and he's like kinda sarcastic so he goes "Yeah, I'm [fake name] from [fake place]." and I'm like, "No, you're [guy's real name]." and there's sort of a flicker of surprise and/or alarm on his face, and then he goes to purchase some stuff and then leaves. I'm telling Dad that I just saw [guy's real name] and then I look over and he's frickin' gone with the wind and outside in the night already. I briiiiefly consider going after him and then figure chasing people around isn't my style.

I'm walkin' towards the back and I realize that I've got the world's dumbest hairstyle right now, with my hair pulled back in a very lazy ponytail and a terrible baseball cap slapped on top, but my conclusion is that as long as it's comfortable and I don't feel it, it doesn't matter how I look. Like in video games, or something. You don't feel your dumb hair in video games. OK I forget how exactly the train of thought went ..

Anyway I walk towards the back along the left side, and I see two young kids, brother and sister, playing table tennis on a non-table-tennis table. I'm briefly impressed by their ability.

Then, as I go around to the right, I see some other crazy stuff, maybe a way to the second floor? It's way more open back here, it's reminiscent of other times I've dreamed of a store like this one. I think.

I'm still loopin' around and I happen across a sort of grown-up daughter and her mother all chillin' on a couch reading books and being mother-daughterly, in front of this super awesome display that's supposed to sort of mimic the impression of being in a wintery house (This is my Decemberrrr... these are my snow-covered treeesss~). Or something like that, I'm not actually totally sure how it worked. It looked like the shell of a house with snow on the inside and glassless windows that somehow gave the whole thing a sense of real depth. Personally I thought it was great. If I'd been lucid I would've been able to step in and change the dreamscene to a wintery wonderland.

Arright then I wander to the pet section. I see a row of cages, first couple have rats (which I want to pet but don't want to stick my finger through the bars), and then a bit farther on, some guinea pig/rat crossbreed looking things that are somehow even cuter. And then there was a segment about how various animals in the pet section were feeling distressed and trapped in some way, like I saw a rat digging in his bedding and there was so much bedding and some of it was more like stone for some reason, and then after he'd dug out a pit some store employee, when I wasn't looking, put a plastic igloo thing on top of him and then he couldn't get out. I dunno what that was about or what my brain was trying to tell me but it was sorta sad.

Anyway then I'm heading back towards the front along the right side of the store (from the perspective of a cashier up front), and as I'm goin' down this one aisle I see these two guys with powers chasing customers around. I don't think they were all bad but honestly I don't now what their deal was. It didn't phase me at all anyway.

Lastly I went up front 'cause I wanted my fricking gobstoppers already, so I grabbed a pack and paid for it with a different cashier this time, and as I'm doin' that I look over and see fricking. Ketchup. Gobstoppers. And I'm like wait what, that's like a Japanese sort of flavor, and I'm simply flabbergasted by this development. I chat with the cashier about this crazy nonsense while I'm looking over the package, and then I notice it's a joint effort by Ford and a couple other companies, although I can't imagine why they would be so invested in it. Then I finally get my regular freaking gobstoppers and I think that's where the dream ended. I spent so much time in that CVS.

Btw even though that last paragraph featured a great deal of me being surprised by strange occurrences, I did not then, nor even now, consider it any sort of dream sign. I think part of me likes to take things as they are in the dream and not question whether it somehow means it's all in my head. And on the whole I think that part of me is tripping me up in my journey towards having a lucid dream for the first time since. Uh. February. Hehe.

But yeah I haven't been focusing on lucid dreaming so much as just recall, I think on some level I just want to be invested in the dreaming experience and now that I've been journaling again I've started to be invested again. My dreams are becoming more real, my thought process more natural and rational, my reactions more appropriate, and that's the main thing I was missing. It's so incredibly boring to have dreams where I just take what happens and don't even think about it... and lucid dreams will come next.