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Another short semi-lucid, this one a bit more fun than the last. It was my third dream of the night, and during WBTB I tried to mentally explain to someone why I wanted to become lucid, as per Harlequin's suggestion. I thought, Well, you see, lucidity is just cool... I mean, you can do so many things that you can't in waking life... why wouldn't you want that? I think I have a good chance of becoming lucid in this next dream, you'll see, I can feel it.

Yeah, I'm not too good at it Did SSILD afterward and went to sleep at 4:30. (Forgot the entire beginning of the dream, but it started out non-lucid, so it wasn't a WILD.)

First thing I remember is walking down a path by the lake with my brothers and mom. All of us have been attempting dream control for a while, and I've failed to fly multiple times.

I run ahead of them and for no real reason flop down in a patch of grass. A specific type of anticipation comes over me, like I need to concentrate, yet at the same time avoid focusing too hard on what's happening. Suddenly a gust of wind pushes me into a sitting position, and with minimal effort, I begin to hover in the air.

A grin spreads across my face and I unsteadily fly higher, cheering and showing off to my familial unit. My brother records me as I spin and flap my arms and make little circles in the air. I land in front of them, and my mom asks how I did it. I tell her about the gust of wind and think to myself that this kind of "external assistance" is typical in dreams.

Later my brothers and I, along with their friends Ethan and Marcus, are lying on a picnic blanket watching the video Z took of me. I apparently do another cool thing at the end, and halfway through Z says impatiently, "Why is it taking so long?"

I wonder why he doesn't just skip ahead, and wake up.

You can tell this wasn't a high level of lucidity by my reaction to the flying. I've done it countless times, and it usually comes naturally to me, even in non-lucids. This was closer to role-playing. But still, it was pretty exciting.

04.07.23 I'm going on vessel to work so I prepared plan how I wish to improve my skills. Because of inregular sleep schedule I decided to focus on side skills instead of techniques. That include:
-Dream recall
-Meditation
-ADA and general walking awarness
-Last and first thought recall
-First awarness after waking up

I will try to write down weekly report in DJ. It's depend of my internet connection but I think this will be not big problem. Also i'm open minded so if you have some advice go ahead

Dream recalling
I will full describe one dream and rest of dreams will be write down via tags. I will write down dreams 5 times in week to prevent myselft from burnout and colidation with my duties.

Recalling at beginning: 0-1 at good quality and/or 0-3 at any quality
Goal: 2-3 at good quality and/or 4-6 at any quality
Month 1: 0-1 at good quality and/or 0-3 at any quality
Month 2: 1 at good quality and/or 1-3 at any quality
Month 3: 1-2 at good quality and/or 2-4 at any quality
Month 4: 2 at good quality and/or 3-5 at any quality
Month 5: 2-3 at good quality and/or 4-5 at any quality
Month 6: 2-3 at good quality and/or 4-6 at any quality

Score is calculating via arithmetic mean in week period.


Meditation
I will meditate twice per day - after lunch and before sleeping. I will meditate 5 days in week. Reason is the same like in Dream Recalling section

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


ADA and general day awarness
I will try to be aware as much as possible. Because I can be aware independently from my activites so there is no excuses and I will practice ADA everyday.
My dreamsign is night (or darkness) so also I relate my “Hukif’s Hook” with awarness of daytime.

Goal: Reach “very high awarness” level
Month 1: “Non-zero” (awarnes uptime > 0% of waking time)
Month 2: “Occasionally” (awarness uptime 5-15%)
Month 3: “Low awarness” (awarness uptime 15-25%)
Month 4: “Moderate awarness” (awarness uptime 25-35%)
Month 5: “High awarness” (awarness uptime 35-45%)
Month 6: “Very high awarness” (uptime 45-60%)

Of course this will be very subjectively. I have no device to meansure my awarness level



Last and first thought recall
This is my experimental exercise. It is working in the same way like dream recalling but instead of dream I will force mayself to recalling last remembered moment before falling asleep and first moment after waking up. The goal of this exercise is observe border in memory between reality and dream.

Because this is experimental and non-offical exercise I have no goals.


First awarness after waking up
Goal of this exercise is decreasing time what I need to aware myself after waking up.

1. Flight To The Clouds (LD)
I'm sitting at a circular table jotting down some notes onto white lined paper. I have a little sketch of what looks like a chair. I write "don't give up on dreaming". I'm suddenly lucid, and I say out loud: "I'm lucid". I stand up and take in my surrounding. I'm in an area in a large structure which connects to many side rooms. I walk forward to begin exploring a bit. I suddenly remember a podcast I heard the previous day with Holocek and ground my vision onto the floor in the dream, which is quite vivid with a dark cream color and dark green speckling. I then look at my hands in shout "Increase clarity now"! Upon looking at my hands again I notice that I have four finger. One of the middle fingers is a bit bent, yet the entire hand is very vivid. I raise my gaze and begin exploring. I peer into the first room and notice a vacant bedroom with white covers which are pulled back. The bed hasn't been made and the covers are a giant jumble. I quickly leave the room and begin exploring a bit more. It appears that I'm in a large house which is connected to a central hub, which is essentially a large kitchen. I head toward a wall and then think of some dream goals. I immediately think of some dream yoga skills, and slowly phase my hand into the wall, and watch it go through easily. I then think of advanced phasing and phase my whole body through. Once through, the dream begins to fade a bit, and I instinctively begin flying up rapidly to preserve the dream. I rise higher and feel that I'm not going fast enough to I decide to try some advanced flying at start traveling at what I perceive to be hundreds of miles and hour. I'm soon in an cloudy area which lacks clear vision. The dream quickly resolves to bringing me back to the large house I was just in. I approach a staircase and peer up, noticing yet another vacant bedroom with the covers pulled back just like the first. I head across the central area and toward a bedroom in the corner area. I think back to my goal of traveling to a persistent realm via The Purple Crystal. I anticipate it being in the immediate left corner when I enter, yet when I turn my head it's not there to my surprise. The room is quite messy with many items on a side cabinet. I leave this area and enter the kitchen. The central kitchen area is beautifully put together with a deep brown colored wood with a tinge of orange as well as a glossy finish. I make my way around the central island area and notice a large hood type structure above the counter top. I explore for a minute or so, then notice a large fruit basket filled with peaches on the center of the island. I consider taking one, then decide I really don't want any fruit. But I figure, why not have some chocolate! I head to the fridge, pull out a sliding drawer, and quickly find the same dark chocolate I have in waking life. I grab two packages and put one in my left pocket. I begin opening one as I continue to walk toward the back of the house. I put some chocoalte in my mouth, yet my gaze is focused on the back of the hosue and my attention doesn't return to the flavor for a moment. When my attention returns, I don't really notice any flavor. I get the sense the dream is fading, and soon wake up.

Back to Sleep

2. Waterfall Skies (LD)
I'm lucid in a dark void and slowly a dream begins to form. I'm in a hallway of sorts with light gray concrete coloring. I stop and shout "Increase clarity now"! I look at my hands and notice the vivid colors and texture of the skin. I approach a concrete wall in front of me which looks quite solid and think of some dream yoga stages. I have the slightest bit of doubt as I stick my hand into the wall to phase through it and my hand bends against the concrete. I ignore fully phasing right now and look at the concrete stairs which descend along with a slanted concrete ceiling above. I decide to phase half my dream body through the concrete and it works perfectly. Upon reaching the lower level, I see that I can continue straight or make a left. I make my way forward, yet get the feeling the dream is going to fade if I continue, so I turn left toward an area that has a warm yellow hue emanating from it, similar to a sunrise. I enter the area to my left, and it naturally curves right into a beautiful area in nature with lush green grass and a pathway extending down to the left along with a body of water to the right which curves around a mountain structure in the middle. The lake area is crescent shaped and situated on a plateau. On the left most portion is a large floating piece of earth with a large waterfall cascading off of it. I begin floating down the lake, and as I progress I notice additional, yet small floating pieces of dark earth with stone embedded in it. Small streams of water are making their way off of the floating structures and into the lake. I begin thinking of a name for the dream and my mind remembers a song named "I can hear the water at the edge of all things". I feel the song doesn't quite fit the feel of the dream however. I continue to float and notice the third floating piece of earth overhead. I additional begin seeing small bronze statute of young lions on pieces of earth that are surfacing form the lake. I curve left around the central mountain and the dream begins to fade. I make my way to the edge and begin circling my arms alternately to maintain the dream. The dream slowly fades and I wake.

Back to Sleep.

3. The Campus Game (LD)
I'm in a parking lot across the street from what appears to be a mix of my current home and my summer home as a child. I'm with my wife and we're trying to find a way home, yet we don't have a car. We ask a lady i the parking lot driving a large white truck if she could give us a lift. I get in the back seat with H. The explains that she's heading north from Tampa. I'm confused and wonder how she's heading from Tampa. I then state that my body is a asleep in New Jersey. Oh! This is a dream! I turn to the two DCs and say "I like you guys a lot, but I'm gonna go fly and shit" - in an enthusiastic comical tone -and proceed to open the the door and zoom into the sky! The dream goes into a black void and I begin visualizing some colors. The dream quickly forms into a very vivid scene of what appears to be a school campus. I'm on a concrete walkway which extends forward to the main structure which is two stories with a triangular adornment above the doors leading inside. A walkway extends to the left a few yards ahead of me, and large basketball court with several baskets as well as games running simultaneously is situated to the right. I decide to just have some fun and fly onto the court to play with the DCs, yet with the ability to fly around. I attempt to use telekinesis to stop a couple of the balls mid-air, yet it doesn't work and they continue to bound very high from the players dribbling. I fly up to a DC, steal the ball, and continue to play. I leave this group and head to another and notice that one DC is my friend N from back in high school. I steal the ball again and try to fly around him to make a shot but am having some difficulty maneuvering around the super tall players. I start cracking up and tell N that even though I can fly, he's still crushing me. The dream soon fades and I wake up.

I've been taking ZMA for a while, now. It has definitely affected my dreaming, just not in the way I wanted. It seems to be a huge energy rush, with lots of dreams but little recall. The energy I felt last night was intense and lasted all night until it settled into a regular dream. Maybe it's just a matter of getting used to this energy?

Date: 26/06/2023
Bedtime: 4am
Awakening: 7.30am
Return to bed: 7.40am
Method: deferred direct
Attempt: successful
Final awakening: 9.30am
The Recalling Experiment


DREAMING

It's a dark night and I'm part of a brigade searching for an unknown enemy. Next to me, armed and wary of danger lurking in the dark, is the actor Bruce Willis. Suddenly, we observe the infantry being attacked by an invisible agent; petrified soldiers begin to levitate and haemorrhage from every orifice before being dropped from an altitude of fifteen feet by a mysterious force. Me and Bruce look at each other before running for our lives. We hide in a cave-like shelter and keep quiet, hoping that the enemy won't find us. There is a mutual agreement that we are no match for the invisible enemy who wiped out the infantry. We are probably the only two foot soldiers left. We lie down on a mattress on the floor and hide under the covers. I feel hot and sweaty.


WAKING

I feel hot and sweaty as I wake up to the sound of my alarm. I get my son up to get ready for school and, exhausted after having had a bad night, I return to bed. Lying on my back and relaxing, I wonder if I'll be able to have an out-of-body experience. I keep imagining standing at the foot of the bed and looking back at myself lying asleep. After a couple of lapses in consciousness (or so it seems), I succeed in reifying the thought of being out of bed.


LUCID DREAMING

It feels like I am actually standing next to the footboard and partially facing a wall which I proceed to rap in order to deepen my phantom environment. My wife rises from under the covers and asks me what I'm doing. 'I'm lucid dreaming!' I excitedly reply and begin expatiating on why it is amazing and deserving of joint exploration before pausing at the realisation that I've been talking to a figment of my dreaming mind. Tapping the wall appears to intensify the environment and the grainy surface melts like a white marshmallow as I press it with my fingers. At this point, I remember the recalling experiment (as part of a plan of action) as well as the previous nightmare where, as a foot soldier, I witness my brigade getting killed by an invisible agent.

I make an attempt to delude myself (according to this counterintuitive experiment) by entertaining the idea that the nightmare where the infantry perished was real and that I must've been knocked unconscious and carried to this bedroom replica by the invisible agent. Not feeling confused in the slightest about what's real and what isn't despite trying to contrive a confabulation, I also feel the need to tell myself that waking life memories were implanted in my brain by the enemy. This still doesn't seem to be enough as my sceptical mind emphatically rejects self-delusion for lack of evidence, so I tell myself that the enemy is conniving, that absolute certainty of any world being 'real' is impossible and that what I need in this situation is a leap of faith.

I penetrate the melting wall to find a peculiar staircase adorned with a myriad of glossy beads (instead of my youngest son's bedroom as would be the case in the real world). The stairs appear to reflect weak sunlight coming from arched, stained-glass windows displaying complex mandalas and I scuttle downstairs with the purpose of somehow finding and confronting my mysterious enemy. Before I can reach the exit of the building I'm in, however, I suddenly feel myself to be back in bed. Refusing to give in to these dispiriting sensations, I wilfully interpret them as the enemy magically pulling the wool over my eyes before forcing myself out of bed to glide out of the window with blurry vision.

I land on paving slabs in broad daylight and begin stomping the pavement, producing echoey footsteps that help me to intensify the scene. There is a hyperreal quality to the esplanade before me as I run alongside a concrete wall—at the end of which is the looming suggestion of a beach hiding behind it. I glance at my bare feet and notice crystalline water in the gutter running counter to my direction. I look up and see a man in black watching me before disappearing behind the wall towards the beach. I feel I must reach him as he might be able to lead me to my enemy. Reaching the end of the wall to access the beach (it never occurred to me to go through concrete as a logical shortcut), I come face to face with the figure wearing a black trenchcoat and a fedora hat. He's a dead ringer for the actor Ed Harris but his eyes are uncannily blue and his gaze chillingly penetrating.

'Where is the enemy?' I demand as I display my infantryman persona. 'The wizard is in the tower,' the man in black softly replies as he points to a lighthouse on a rocky promontory beyond the sandy beach. I waste no time in gliding to the top of the lighthouse, entering an empty garret overlooking a calm sea and cloudy horizon. Where is the 'wizard' who wiped out my brigade? Perhaps he is invisible in this very room. Could the man in black at the beach be the real enemy? I leap from the lighthouse and descend on the beach next to a stall that wasn't there before. The Ed Harris lookalike is there, apparently polishing an amulet and a few trinkets are on display. 'Are you the wizard?' I enquire. The man in black appears to be smirking as he turns his back on me before vanishing into his little shop as the beach fades.


WAKING

I dash off some notes in my journal in conclusion of this experiment. In hindsight, my lucidity was solid enough to maintain the knowledge that what was unfolding wasn't real. I never came to fully believing what I wanted to believe for the sake of this experiment. The most I could achieve was entertaining a what-if scenario, which is surprising because in many past experiences what usually takes effort is countering the loss of lucidity and preventing the manifestation of ordinary dreaming. Most of the time it felt like I was pretending to be a soldier looking for answers to see how it would influence the phantom world of lucid dreaming. Curiosity of what would happen if I entertained a mere hypothesis is what drove me. Deep down I still knew that I would eventually wake up to the real world where my family and everything I care about exist.