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Non-lucid Lucid

January 21, '11: Early this morning I tried falling asleep consciously by using a breathing method, focusing on my breathing, relaxing further with each exhale, and waiting a second before inhaling again.
I had a short dream about a guy with baby ducks in a cage. Some of them had died, and one was dying.
I woke up again, still focused on my breathing. I felt my body begin to fall asleep But I must have gotten too excited and woke up. A few minutes later it happened again, with the same results.

Then I fell asleep and started dreaming.
I was in church (dream sign), hiding in the bathroom. I went outside and started flying (another dream sign). I then knew I was dreaming. I saw someone I recognized getting into his car as I flew overhead. He then drove away. I might have scared him.
As I flew, I noticed the beautiful scenery. but my vision was partially obscured, as if by a hat or hoody. I attempted to stabilize the dream.
I remembered that I wanted to find Sheila. It took a few seconds to stop flying. I landed horizontally on a flat, metal statue, and started walking around on the ground. There were several houses around me.
I called out for Sheila, saying that she would appear because I wanted her to. I was going to check in one of the houses for her. But I found a family of ducks. I asked if one of them was Sheila (I don't know why). A male duck attacked me. I grabbed it by the neck. I'm not sure if I killed it.
I lost lucidity.
Then I was naked, sitting on a children's playground thing. There were several people around. I went down some concrete stairs, still naked. A man walking a dog went by in the other direction. I saw a homeless person sleeping. There were several towels hanging up. I took one to cover myself. But the man showed up again and said the towel had some kind of STD, so I didn't want it to touch my genitals. I dropped the towel, but then I thought my hands were probably dirty.
A crazy old lady started following me. Soon after that I woke up.

Dream fragment: Some people were playing a game to see who had the most keys in their pocket. They were aware that it was a dream and so they could control how many keys they had. This is the second time I remember people playing a conscious dream game. In the other one, I was also lucid and playing the game. We would say the name of a loud noise, and then we would hear it.

Notes on today's lucid dream: Obviously I need to change my method of finding Sheila, or change my lucid dream goal to something else. Rather than looking for her, I could concentrate on focusing my intent to see her.