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Plan schedule is posted here: https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/ilu...proving-95975/
With blue color I marked goals with "working in progress" status
With green color I marked reached goals
With red color I marked failed, missed or deleyed goals
With orange color I marked partly reached goals
G2g - Goal-to-goal
PoA - Point of Awarness
PoA' - Corrected Point of Awarness
(More about g2g and PoA here: https://www.dreamviews.com/blogs/ilu...warness-96103/)

In week 20 I was very sick. Enough for not being able to work or to keeping my training. This is why I marked week 20 as "N/A".
Good news is I checked how efficient my training is (by doing WILD) and in last 30 days I had 4 LD's + 1 dream about LD. Unfortunately I don't have data how many times I tried to reach LD but I feel that reaching LD is right now much more easier than before. Maybe after the training I will start in competition as Intermediate League?


Dream Recalling
Week 18
Avarage dream memory - 2
Median - 2
Max dream memory - 5
Min dream memory - 0

Week 19
Avarage dream memory - 1.4
Median - 1
Max dream memory - 3
Min dream memory - 0

Week 20
Avarage dream memory - N/A
Median - N/A
Max dream memory - N/A
Min dream memory - N/A

Nothing special to report.

Recalling at beginning: 0-3 at any quality
Goal: Dream Median 4-6 at any quality
Month 1: Dream Median 0-3 at any quality
Month 2: Dream Median 1-3 at any quality
Month 3: Dream Median 2-4 at any quality
Month 4: Dream Median 3-5 at any quality
Month 5: Dream Median 4-5 at any quality
Month 6: Dream Median 4-6 at any quality

Meditation

When I was reading my notes I noticed that actually I maditate once per day. This is why I will mark Month 4 with orange color. I will pay more attention how many times I meditate during day.

Goals: 2x20 minutes
Month 1: 2x5 minutes
Month 2: 2x7minutes
Month 3: 2x10 minutes
Month 4: 2x12 minutes
Month 5: 2x15 minutes
Month 6: 2x20 minutes

Day awareness
Week 18
Average PoA - 246
Correction - 0.74

Week 19
Average PoA - 309
Correction - 0.73

Week 20
Average PoA - N/A
Correction - N/A

Goal: Reach “very high awarness” level
Month 1: “Non-zero” (> 0 PoA)
Month 2: “Occasionally” (> 48 PoA and correction > 0.40)
Month 3: “Low awarness” (> 144 PoA and corr. > 0.45)
Month 4: “Moderate awarness” (> 240 PoA and corr. > 0.50)
Month 5: “High awarness” (> 336 PoA and corr. > 0.55)
Month 6: “Very high awarness” (> 432 PoA and corr. > 0.60)

I’m in a house (that looks similar to Dad’s - at the bar counter by the back door) looking at a houseplant. It looks like a hanging pothos. It’s a lot longer than I remember; I hold up a strand of vines. There are some dead leaves underneath that I think I’ll need to trim, and I also see that it’s growing into? the plant next to it, what looks like a string of hearts. The vines of pothos slowly transition into the other plant at their ends.

I’m at some woman’s house with Melissa. She is moving and we’re buying something from her. I also start to think we may be able to find things we didn’t come for because she might be trying to get rid of everything. The neighborhood looks nice and suburban. She, a very friendly seeming, middle aged, thin, Asian woman, leads us through the front door. The house seems much larger on the inside than it looked from outside. It is clean and immaculate and minimal. The furnishings look comfortable and of quality. There is a floating staircase of extremely thin steps that bends just once to reach the second level. A huge house plant grows behind it and begins to twine into the railing. She sort of shows us around, but just as we pass things. I get the impression that she’s single and think she must be wealthy to furnish a house like this. I think she leaves for a while now, and we explore the house. There’s a huge living room with two different sectionals and another seating area, blending into a kitchen. The master bedroom is also down here, in a corner. It seems fairly unassuming, compared to everything else. The bathroom, however, has three different walk-in showers in one corner. I’m outside in the front yard now, with Makayla. There’s a tiny trampoline that I go jump on; it is stiff and not very fun. I tell Makayla this and to not bother with it. Mom is here too and is going on a jog. She starts a timer on her watch before leaving.

At work, the warehouse has been cleared and everything replaced with orderly rows of empty carts (the large white ones). I walk through, happy with the change. Jake and Micheal? are at the CP counter. I start to sort some books, but it doesn’t last long. Now I am in the break room. Ben is about to leave and keeps offering me his weed pen (it is protruding from the center of the backside of a backpack). I say no once or twice, until he holds it right under my face, and then I take a single hit. At first I exhale nothing and think he’s going to think I didn’t really hit it, but then some smoke comes out. I think it’ll be enough to get me high, and I don’t really want to be. I think about me having to drive home, but then I see it’s only 1:51. Matt and Sara now walk in. Matt heads to the back (book fair) and Sara starts talking politics to one of my coworkers. I’ve been listening to the Tedeschi Trucks Band, but I think it’s paused right now.

I am at work. Nicola is here and showing me how to do something. First, we have to take a picture of ourself, looking up through some contraption that looks like a toilet. The camera we use is like the kind my family had when I was a kid. I play around with it and reminisce, since it’s been a while since I’ve seen one of these. She goes first, arranging her skirt? so as not to reveal herself, even though I somewhat pointedly look away. I go next, sitting on the seat, extending my arm down to hold the camera facing up at the bottom of the tube, and snap the picture. Looking at it on the screen, it’s very unflattering. The background is dim and grainy, yet my face is bright and making an uncomfortable looking expression.

I was half-asleep when this one came to me. It's mixed in with details of what I was reading when I dozed off and I can remember a bit of a story!

I am in a boarding school - the buildings are somewhat old. All are built in different colours of brick as far as I can see. I'm eating lunch at a small, square table in the large canteen - a little ways off I can see a white brick pillar capped with brown bricks, and beyond it a broad vague expanse. A girl is sitting across from me, but she's nobody I know. She's eating a hot dish - it looks to me like white rice covered with a thick layer of tomato sauce and then sprinkled with walnuts (would this actually taste good???). I notice and register that our school should be a nut-free one, but pass it off thinking that perhaps she brought her own food. I am allergic to nuts.

A teacher (who I recognise) approaches us and sits near our table. As she's talking, for some reason I decide to try a bite of my companion's dish. Chewing absentmindedly, I suddenly remember that I can't eat nuts and spit out the one in my mouth. I see it's been slightly chewed and I feel myself start breathing faster as fear bolts through my body. Meanwhile, the teacher has left some time before without my noticing. Hurrying up to my dorm room I tell myself that this is just a panic reaction and I'll be fine, since I didn't even swallow.

I arrive at the door to my room. The dormitories are laid out along open-air walkways which form a square around a central courtyard and rise for several levels, all in the same white and brown brick: the balconies are white, capped with brown. The walls of the building are brown. A blond-haired boy steps out in front of me and begins speaking, but I push past him and begin heading back downstairs - when I realise I was in such a rush that I forgot to pick up my EpiPen. So I run back, get it, and go back to lunch. But I never suffer an allergic reaction.

Later, a Christmas celebration. Most of the school is crowded into the brown-brick church. It's Victorian-style and reminds me of the chapel on the grounds of another well-known boarding school. Organ music drifts across the snowy churchyard to our ears as we wait for the service to begin. I am outside the church, skipping the service with my friends, the chilly air chafing harshly against my face, and the snow still falling.

I was in the hotel...again, I came to know this by remembering through dream memory, I've been there before.
It felt more like a level Ive completed already.
For some reason in finland, I was lost in this large hotel, it had all kinds of rooms and halls, it was quite ornate, think 17 century french palaces, but a bit less fancy.
Idk what I was looking for, quests I guess...but I knew that there were layers to that realm and I had to switch by them... at one of the doors I encountered the echoes of an enemy or something hostile that took the form of a man, but it couldnt hurt me now, only saw and heard its monstrous echoes...
I went to some sort of dining hall, there were people down there, eating, while I was up there on some sort of balcony, near the ceiling, that was really high, like 200 meters.
There was a girl there, I wanted to ask her for directions but then I woke up.

Created Thursday 16 November 2023

Got a LD re-entry and some fragments today.

Scrap Group 1
Vaguely recall thinking I woke up from a lucid dream. Lacking memory of such, I'm inclined to believe it was false awareness.

In a very dimly lit space, like a wide basement or something. I pick up a laptop from the floor. I "recalled" buying a new system with one of the latest high-end ARM processor. Got it at a relative bargain at $1k. I watch some videos on multiple windows concurrently. One was clips of Attack on Titan. There were a bunch of purple splash effects for some reason. I spot my bro snooping nearby, much to my annoyance. I minimize the AoT videos and watch the others. These were matches for various Guilty Gear titles, including Strive, Xrd, and XXAC. One had Sol spam Grand Viper. Warp. Another unknown dimly lit place. I'm imitating Grand Viper. I managed to project fire too.

In the kitchen of an unknown house during night time. My niece was working on a school project. There was this light skinned black dude around. Only on waking up do I notice he was the host of Mental Outlaw. Anyway, he helps Jalani with her homework. Later, my niece and her mother (my sister) go out to get groceries. Timeskip again. The project was near completion. I see it's some kind of macaroni art on a cardstock booklet. Instead of macaroni, it's tortilla chips, both the triangular shaped and round varieties. These were arranged in rather sophisticated floral and butterfly patterns. The booklet, when folded, had cut-out city buildings and a radio tower pop up. I was asked to hold the book as he continued his work. He was making the finishing touch, when suddenly, most of the chips slid off its surface. I guess it wasn't as fixed as it appeared. The guy slams the counter in frustration. I noticed a tube of Elmer's glue in one hand, the other covered in the paste. I tell him my requiring a much stronger glue for a similar project some time back. Too little too late, I thought...

Spectator mode. This was some kind of Monty Python (or Python-esque) castaway survival comedy show. This took place at a lost island during a clear day. A barely dressed, stubble faced Englishman wanders off to a swampy area. There, he sees a withered tulip. For some reason, he likens this find to the burning bush of the Exodus. He discreetly collects some seeds. A bald, sunburnt old man in a robe calls out to confront him about this. The first man denies finding anything of value. The old man continues to accost him on the matter. They arrive at a beach of profound green, the shore littered with seaweed. Not far into the deep water was an expansive sand bar. Anyway, the younger man makes a claim that he found tulip seeds at a swamp much further away from the previous area. The old man is outraged, and calls him out on the lie. He then chases the other man into the high waves.

Dreamlet to dream. Dream re-entry into the same island mentioned above. This time, the waves were far calmer, though still congested with plant life. I walk towards the sand bar. I could feel the pressure and coolness of the waves, its briny vapor stinging my throat. Yet, I felt no dampness, as if water failed to stick onto my skin. Once on the bar, I strode on the water out to the greater blue sea. I anticipated some enemy would attack. On cue, a huge saltwater crocodile torpedoed at me from below. I dodged the beast, watching as it jumped over four meters into the air. I leaped after it, and grappled with the animal. I then flew us high up, arriving near the sky almost instantly. To much amusement, the crocodile suddenly changed into a big plush copy of itself. I hurled it far into the horizon. Then, I raised a a pillar of water from below, a cylinder about 1m diameter in depth and standing as high as I was floating. I froze the pillar into an icy pole, and began sliding all the way down. I'd thoughts to phase through, but decided I needed a bigger surface. As I was nearing the water, I thought maybe the sea floor would do? I soon hit the ocean. But, instead of piercing through, I wake up instantly.

I've been lazy about editing my journals for posting so I've got a bit of a backlog now. Four more dreams waiting to be posted - including this morning's journal! Nothing lucid yet but it looks like my recall is improving, so that's good. Perhaps I'd better move on to trying some lucid techniques soon.

I'm abroad in a different city. I'm sure this is some mainland European country, though it somewhat reminds me of English country towns. The buildings and walls are built of large irregular cobblestones while the streets are paved in the uneven way that's so common in Corsica (to the detriment of my shoes). I catch sight of a large set of wooden double doors, black, wide but not as high as those I see in Italy and France.

I'm guided to the house where I'll be staying by two men. They both wear glasses and seem nerdy, I think they are a gay couple. In retrospect, I'm quite sure the two looked exactly the same - that, or I saw only one and imagined the second. The two are friendly and I remember them talking and laughing with me. They have brown hair.

I meet two more people later on. One is a businessman - broad-shouldered, black suit, cold expression and an office full of heavy dark wooden furniture, thick books and leather upholstery. He reminds me greatly of a character from one of my favourite series. I don't remember the other.

At one point, I'm wandering the streets in the evening, light spilling out of restaurant windows which display scenes of people leaning towards one another talking, cutlery resting loosely between gesticulating fingers, red wine swilling about in glasses, unfinished dishes on the table. I can almost hear the hubbub of hundreds of conversations jostling to make themselves heard.

I think its about time I buckle down and get serious again. I keep having random DILDs. A lot of them I forget and most I fail to record. I wrote this one down from a few nights ago. This is a straight copy from my mobile notes app so the format will be sloppy and there are typos.

Back from a jog somewhere unfamiliar. Alysha in car to pick me up. Shes wearing strang matching color top amd bottom. Light beige almost skin color but it seems bright or highly contrasted to the surroundings somehow. I do a double take and she has moved to the passenger seat. I hop in the driver seat and take off kind of fast. The car seems loud. There is a man on the bridge looking over. He glitches locations along the bridge.

Some how I know its a dream and I floor it and swerve right at him. I say to my wife watch this. I hit him and he flies over the top of the car. I say BOOM. I dont even slow down. I just keep driving
I look at Alysha and shes expressionless. I say i dont even care if you know I am draleaming anymore.
What?
I mean I dont care if you know its a dream.
She skreiks loudly, MIIIKKEE!
The "noise" of it wakes me up.

It was the last day of elementary school, a lot of festivities and performances were planned in the gymnasium, me along with three other kids, one being a girl I had a crush on during 5th - 6th grade, another being my current best friend I didn't even know back then, and I think the last one was the girl's best friend. We did a short skit, or performance that was maybe three minutes long or something followed by us dancing to either Barbie Girl or a song from the Dutch girlband K3 as ending/credits as the audience would give us an applause! However, we would just continue dancing for the entire song while they kept applauding. We would've done so for the entire 7(?) minute run of the song, but eventually decided to gather in front of the audience and bow, my theatre school instincts kicked in to say "Yes!" as we bowed.

We then leave the gymnasium and decide backstage to hang out together instead of attending the rest of the event (considering it was primary school, it was literally early in the afternoon) We then decided to go to the city, my crush asking me where I live to see if it was possible. Although I was thinking like my current age self while supposedly being a prospective 7th grader, I was still convinced I lived in Utrecht rather than Berlin where I currently live so I'd be good. We went to a supermarket nearby to get some food, but I woke up.

Curse you brain for finally letting me hang out with my crush ;_;

I was dating a German influencer and host, I don't remember the exact details but it was pretty cool

Not much today. I was half-asleep while noting down the dream and too tired to write much - editing it later I've almost forgotten the rest.

I dream of waking up, blissfully slowly, snug and warm and surrounded by bright golden light. It's the kind of light that makes you want to sleep. More accurately, I'm being woken by someone - a man, smiling - who? I don't feel that he and I are close. I lie in a three-quarter bed - a wrought bedstead in shiny gold metal, with sheets and covers in two shades of pink. I think that if Princess Peach's dress were a bed, it would look like this. It is in the centre of a large, bare, bright room. Although there's nothing here I feel warm and safe.

The above is what I remember now, after 10 PM - having woken up at 5:30 AM. Soon after waking I wrote this:

"I dream of two people who are waking me up (separately) at 6 and after 6. I remember they gave me gifts."

Sadly I've forgotten those other details.

I also remember a car driving along a dark road at night, the sky is a deep rich blue. None of the usual trees growing beside the road either. I have a view over a wide open space. The car is a very stylish old sort and of a colour between pink and maroon. It's open-topped and the windows rimmed with silver metal. The license plate only has 6 digits although they all have 7 over here. I remembered the plate when I woke up and now I only remember the beginning: MV0. Actually, I think the second part was BKZ. I am inside the car, seeming to view it simultaneously from several points of view. I'm not driving - there is no driver. I can feel the cool night air and the low rumble of the engine. Looking up at the clear sky fills me with calm and peace, as though I am all alone in the world.

I move into this condo, they have a pet cat named Destroy Lonely, I whistle and try to get the cat's attention. The cat gets tense at me upon seeing me, I notice but carefully stick out my hand so it can smell who I am, but it doesn't react. I then ignore it and enter the elevator. I get attacked by the cat who turned into this Belgian YouTuber, I kick him down the elevator then make a call saying I was attacked, getting sent a digital form and I check "cat attack". I awkwardly wait as I selected that then got on a bus. There's a girl in the bus whom I've never met that studies at a theatre school in Rotterdam, she looks problematic. The girl makes a fighting motion at me as I walk past her, I ignore her and look at the security camera behind in the bus, filming us.
I exit the bus and a woman is seen at a table cutting a cake, she tells me it's a peanut butter cake, the peanut butter layer is soft while the edges of the cake are hard and feel like thick layers you'd find on onions. I know to never criticize someone else's cooking though. She cuts the cake and brings the cake to a posh suburban white family sitting at a table in a restaurant, I help her as I carry the forks. The woman and I join the family, she introduces herself and I introduce myself as her husband, much to her amusement.
The woman from the family says her entire family compliments my "Bob Marley beard"
I then woke up.

I was waking up from a dream and found myself in my bed. I tried to move but was struggling to. My body began to feel sharp pains and cramps all over. My breathing begins to become shallow and increasingly more difficult with each few seconds that went by. I immediately realize something was wrong as I tried to yell out in pain. I was unsuccessful in managing to open my mouth as the pain seep all around my body.

I began to think to myself what is happening? That's when something threw me out of my bed and to the floor. I was now at a distance to my bed. I now knew for sure I was in a dream but still had no control of any of my movements. I was then lifted up in the air and smack against the wall. That happened a few more times before I lost lucidity and woke up.