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Dream Lesson 3: Overcome sexual distraction

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

2/26/2015

I am on a street in town, going around having sex and/or kissing women I see.
I realize I am dreaming and try to remember my goal. It takes me a moment to remember my goal of attending lucid dreaming school. I am at the entrance of what I assume to be a school, possibly a college.
I meet a tall man in a suit. He is the principal, I think. I ask him about taking a class/lesson. I tell him I still have a problem with sexual distractions, but I'm working on it. As we walk through the building, he begins telling me things about lessons or maybe techniques, but he keeps using made up words so I don't understand what he's saying.
He mentions a teacher with the name "A." I ask to see her.
I see another lady and I kiss her, and I suddenly wake up.

I don't move, but I don't realize that I have already continued dreaming. I have a piece of paper next to me in bed, I am attempting to write a note about the dream I just had without moving very much. I am using an orange color pencil, or maybe a crayon, and my hand writing is very sloppy.
The same man as before appears and guides me out of bed and to a school chair/desk. I am saying to him that I was conflicted between continuing the lucid dream and writing down the first part so I wouldn't forget.
Once again, I see a lady and lean in to kiss her, which causes me to wake up again.

The dream continues but I am no longer lucid. I am back in art school, in a sequential art class. The teacher is angry and bitter and talking about how students like fun teachers but won't learn as much. He is being fired because too many students put frowns on his evaluations.
I wonder if he recognizes me, even though it has been many years since I was last in one of his classes.
I still feel very tired, and I am trying or I want to to return to a lucid dream. The class is over and I move to another seat. A new class is starting with the same teacher. A lady with a clipboard is seated next to him. She seems to think this is not the right class for the schedule.
I am not sure if I want to contine in this class, or to fall asleep and go into another dream.

That's the end of this dream. It didn't feel like a lesson on lucid dreaming, although maybe there is one hidden in there. I certainly see how I kept getting distracted by wanting to kiss people, which seemed to be what caused me to wake up.

Nonlucid, Lucid, Partially lucid
January 16, 2012:

I am in bed, in my present bedroom. The window is partially open. There is a bunch of moss and stuff coming in through the window. I get a trash bag and clean some of it up. Then I water the plants in the window (in waking life, my plants are not in that window.)

I see a wasp on one of the plants. It gets on my back. I am shirtless and I feel it crawling on my back. I lay on the floor on my back and try to smush the wasp.
Then I have a false awakening. I am in bed again, looking to see if a bug is in the bed. There isn't.

I get up and start picking up some things left on the floor before the wasp got on me. Then I think "Why is this still here if it was a dream?

So I pinch my nose to see if I am dreaming. And I can still breath, so I become lucid. At first I am excited and about to do some random thing, but I calm myself and remember my task.
I look at the door and say that it leads to the Dream Academy. I look around the room (it looks different now) and say "I'm in a dorm room in the Academy."
Attached to my room is another room, filled with fish tanks of shrimp-like creatures. I say that they are for an assignment. Then I feel myself waking up.

Dream Lucid Partially lucid False Awakening.

Note: I'm not sure how to categorize this dream. I felt fully conscious, but I didn't think of it as a dream. I thought of it as another reality. So I'll just categorize it as partially lucid.

Feb. 21, '11: I had been dropped off at home by somebody. (there had been more to the dream before this part) The house was my old childhood home. I went outside to look for my neighbor's house, and see what he was doing, but his house wasn't there.
My house was attached to a school. There was a picnic table out front, with lots of people around.

I realized that I was not in my regular reality (partially lucid). I walked along a sidewalk with other students. There was some kind of object I picked up (?).
I met a girl, we walked together. She was kind of short, maybe wore glasses and a head covering. She had darkish skin. We were friends, possibly more.
I told her she could have sent me a message (to my world) to let me know she was going to bring me here, so I would expect it.
She said she did. I laughed, remembering a person who had said something to me that didn't make sense.
I said the message had been too subtle, or vague.
She seemed surprised by this.
I explained that people in my world are not taught how to recognize signs and messages from other worlds, or dimensions.
We were in a place kind of like India. I asked her where we were. She said "San," spelled either SAN or SAHN. Then we kissed and parted ways.

Then I met my cat, Wilton. In that dimension he was intelligent and could talk. He use to live with me, in my world, but had moved to the other dimension and had been living there for a while. I was visiting him.
He had his own business. He rented a room inside a larger building. There was a sign over the door with a stylized painting of a cat on it, and it said he was something like a private investigator, exterminator. Mostly he caught mice.
His business was on the first floor. there was no furniture, only a carpet. Wilton lived on the second floor, in a small apartment above the business. There was a narrow staircase to his apartment.
He had a huge bed, the size of two large beds put together, but no other furniture that I saw. I found a stack of papers, some with doodles on them, by me. there were little cartoon doodles of the girl I saw earlier (maybe to help me remember her?)
I woke up, aware of my body in bed. Without getting up, started writing the word "San," and "Sahn," and one other variant. Then I pinched my nose and breathed and I realized I was still dreaming.
I stood up from bed in Wilton's apartment. I asked if it was morning there. I felt like the moment I was awake in my world when I was sleeping in the other dimension.
Wilton and I went into his bathroom. He had a small plastic toilet. I emptied it and washed it in the sink. I saw that he drank water from a small plastic trashcan. I told him he needed a bowl and I would get him one.

January 15, '11,
I had a false lucid dream.
I was in a neighborhood, lying in a hammock. There may have been a cat lying with me. I was thinking of my childhood until I fell asleep. I felt vibrations in my body and somehow focused on a point in front of my face, and I exited my body (my dream body).
I don't remember what happened next, but then I had a false awakening in which I started writing down the dream I just had. (should have done a reality check after waking). I wrote that I had thought I was Homer Simpson.

Then, in a later dream, I was in school, looking at an online comic. Parts of the comic moved and I thought it seemed very dream like. But I didn't pick up on the hint to become lucid.