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1. Syrano Lounge (LD)
I’m aware I’m dreaming in the middle of the first floor main room in the main house in Syrano. I see the glass doors toward the back and consider exploring farther into that area. For a moment I consider teleporting somewhere else, but I decide this will be a good place to explore more. I wonder if I’ll re-encounter the swamp area, or if I can imagine The Village to be connected beyond. I phase through the glass and end directly in another large first floor area connected to the main room. It appears to be a large lounge area of sorts with a kitchen toward the back right. I see black and grayish couches to my left formed in a partial square configuration in a living room type setup with a central focal point. I continue toward the kitchen area and think that grabbing a hot cocoa would be a good idea. I look on the counter tops, and set my expectations to find it after not spotting it right away. I find a pink mug with a small amount of dark liquid, yet it’s a bit bland – like decaf coffee that’s been sitting. I imagine a hot cocoa dispenser, stick it under, and have a full mug. I have a bit, but the flavor isn’t too strong. I walk around the lounge a bit more, heading toward the left. The dream begins to fade a slight bit, so I shout “Clarity Now!” I slowly wake up.
*Back to bed – decide to try to re-enter dream rather than record.

2. The Cliffs of Syrano (LD)
I feel that I’m waking up on the couch in Syrano and look at my hand. I realize that I have ….six or seven finger…I’m dreaming! I get up from the couch and begin to head toward the back area of the main house. I want to explore beyond the sliding glass and phase through. I end up in the same area as the previous dream: the lounge area. The couch to my left, however, looks a bit different. Rather than the black and gray hues, the couches are a sand color and appear a bit fluffier. There is a door open beyond them as well which appears to be leading to a conference room type area, with a large dark wooden table in the center and black business style chairs all around. I don’t want to head in that area, yet want to continue heading in the direction of the kitchen area and beyond. I make my way past the central island and sink areas in the kitchen, which are upscale, and continue toward a door in the back of the house. I make my way through and end up within a nature scene on a dirt pathway leading downhill. There’s a sharp slope to my left and a large cliff beyond with structure on the top. I’m excited that the dream may last a while, and I begin to narrate. I state something similar to “This dream will last a long time”. I continue to make my way downward and look beyond to a massive cliff with dense, dark green foliage covering the entire cliff face with accents of red leaves within. As the scene is revealed, a short, musical crescendo is created, in a revelatory fashion. The experience feels mystical. I want to explore the cliff area a bit more to see if I can find a dream sanctuary type area in a cave in the cliff face. As I approach, the dream feels a bit unstable, and I feel I risk losing it. I quickly descend and the dream begins to darken. I shout, “Visuals! Visuals!” and the nature scene snaps back into focus. I turn to my right and see a long tree line nearby, with woodland continuing beyond. I’m curious to see if I can find The Mountain Temple within, and make my way into the woods. I meander down a small slope into the woods, feelings excited to explore and happy with how long the lucid is feeling. I look to my left, yet don’t see the temple. I begin to approach a wide river and begin floating across toward the opposite shore. It’s quite wide – about fifty meters or so – and several large paleolithic looking gray fish are partially exposed above the surface. They appear dangerous, and I try to float above them, however the dream feels as though it’s tugging me toward the water. My feet skim into the water a bit, and I feel the sensation of wetness, yet I make it safely to the other shore. I find myself on a dirt path extending parallel to the river. I turn to my right to continue exploring that area. After walking about thirty meters, I see a long single story brick structure and decide to explore inside. I make my way inside and it’s essentially vacant and feels like a storage type area. I make my way through a door toward the back right, and notice a rectangular metal structure to my left which seems to be generating power. It’s glowing both green and red around the edges and has a light on it. Once I exit through the side door, I see a pink VW van parked in a parking spot and get the thought that it seems like a vehicle used by people doing drugs. That’s probably a strange experience doing drugs in a dream…. I turn to my left and see a sketchy, tall guy in a black shirt with a white logo and begin talking to him about dreams.
“Who would do drugs when you can just lucid dream? It’s like you’re a timewalker.... or a dreamwalker I should say.”
He looks at me with amusement and interest.
“I’m going to go look for my dream guide, Glenna…want to come”
He seems interested and begins to follow me. I make my way into an upper level through a entryway in the ceiling above where we are. The path is obstructed by massive curving cylindrical pieces of white concrete. I feel pressed against the entryway by them.
“Now I’m going to use super strength”
I begin smashing the pieces of concrete with my fists, blowing chunks off into the space beyond the entanglement. I continue to smash, but and make progress, but it seems as though a slight bit more encroaches. I begin to wake up.

3. Blur (LD)
I’m aware I’m dreaming in the main house in Syrano, and the room is very dim. I walk a bit farther into the room, but the dream fades. I end up in a non-lucid. (1)

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
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/)


I see my progress is slow. That's good because I belive the slow progress make long-term benefits. Also this project is my first time when I'm systematic with my dreaming hobby for so long time. That satisfy me.


Dream Recalling
Only one day without any remembered dream. Feelings in dreams are a little bit more complex and somtimes I think I'm close to get lucid dream only by self awarness. Also my ability to restoring forgotten dreams is higher.

Week 7
Avarage dream memory - 2 dreams per day
Max dream memory - 5 dreams
Min dream memory - 0 dreams


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

Meditation
Sometimes during meditation I'm so relaxed that I'm getting sleepy. Once or twice I got even halfdream during this 7 minutes of meditation (I'm meditate in seiza position)

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 awarness
Nothing special to report

Week 7
Correction factor - 0.68
Points of Awareness - 61.5 PoA per day

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)

1. Stable Numbers (LD)
I’m gazing into a mirror in the front of the main house in Serrano.
“This is a dream…this is a dream”
I look at my reflection and notice how smooth the skin is. I also notice that the front of my hair is down a bit rather than up. My face looks a bit ethereal…almost like…
wait…this really is a dream! I turn away from the mirror and head into the center section of the house which is very dim. I begin shouting “Clarity now!” with intensity. The dream becomes a bit more stable and vivid, yet it’s not super clear as of yet. I phase through the sliding glass and want to head farther into where I imagine The Village to be. I end up on the lenai and make my way a bit farther, yet there’s thick blackness ahead and what appears to be a swamp. I don’t want to destabilize the dream in the blackness, so I turn to my right and fly a bit higher to where there appear to be buildings. As I rise up, I gain a view beyond where a tall brick wall is situated. There’s a two to three story building which appears to have a gym on the top level; I see a couple rows of black treadmills set up. There’s another a brick structure to the left of this gym structure, and the main structure continues a bit to the right. I fly into the top story where the gym is and a head a bit farther inside. There’s a screen on in what appears to be a sports bar area. It seems like a football game is on and one of the coaches is getting interviewed. The screen appears to say something similar to “Bronx”, and the scores 4 and 4 on the bottom of the screen. The person interviewed is speaking about his battle with, and “overcoming of, some type of illness. I look away from the screen and back out of curiosity to see if the text or numbers will respond. Interestingly enough, they remain in the same spot, displaying the same thing. The person in the interview continues to speak as I look back and forth. I’m a bit puzzled and intrigued, but decide to explore farther. I head to the far wall of the sports bar area and jump through the window down to the street below. I then decide to simply phase into the asphalt ground. I phase in and the dream goes dark for a moment. I wake up.

2. Wall In Syrano (LD)
I’m lucid in the back of the main house in Serrano. I’m staring toward through the back sliding glass doors and the dream is very dim. I consider heading out briefly, but don’t want to head back into the swamp area. I instead turn to my right and simply phase into the wall to teleport. My vision goes black for a short moment and I wake up.
*I decide to try to enter a lucid once again rather than record LD right away

3. Meditation In Syrano (LD)
I look up from the couch in the main house in Serrano, from a supine position, in order to check the time. I see two digital clocks ahead of me, one situated on a small square wooden table and one beyond. I look at the first one and it reads some time after 6:00. I look at the second at it reads some time after 4:00…wait…that doesn’t make sense…I’m dreaming! I stand up fully from the couch and walk into the central area of Serrano. I consider where I want to go and don’t want to head back to the back portion of the house. I decide instead to head for one of the window on the wall to the right. I head toward the window and phase out. I quickly make a drop into an area below which looks somewhat like a wooden porch. There’s a small square floor directly below me with various colorful items in the corners as well as another small square room, exposed to the outside beyond with couches on either side and a mat in the center which appears to be for meditation. I turn around to view the window that I came from and see various small adornments on the wooden section of the wall which appears to be made of metal – souvenirs of sorts. There are rooms in an alternate section of the house in the area to the left of the area with the mat as well as a section of the porch exposed to the outside to the left. I decide this would be an interesting place to meditate and sit down on the gray cushion in the center. Once in zazen posture, I think about teleporting somewhere else, but realize I’m getting distracted. I return my concentration to the present moment. I hold my awareness for a moment but feel as though I risk losing the dream. I stand up to begin engaging the dream and begin walking toward the porch area. I feel the dream slipping a bit, so I engage my tactile sense which extends the dream a short bit, but I wake up.

Been a dry spell for dreaming, then, last night, I hit the jackpot. After a night of energetic, confrontational type dreams, I found myself in an open car, going down a dark country road, pitch black night. Turning around corners the headlights revealed huge packs of wolves, running, sitting, chasing game. I was semi-lucid at this point, and I noticed that the wolves looked very primal, with hump-like structures behind their necks. Some were chasing down a cow to kill and eat. As I went around each curve in the road, more and more wolves were revealed in the headlights.

Talking this over with my wife, she agreed that the dark road was my Royal Path to the unconscious. The headlights were my conscious awareness shining down into my own self. And the wolves were primal, unconscious forces, revealing themselves to me. I at no time felt threatened or afraid, just amazed.

Dreams like this make me feel good all day!

Sleep: I had a crazy weekend, it started with me waking up around 7:30 am on Friday, going to work, then have a dope project I can't disclose yet afterwards until midnight, then with an hour and a half worth of sleep I go to the airport and travel to Manchester, didn't sleep in the plane even though I tried. I stay awake in Manchester for the full 24 hours as I go drinking with my intrrnet friends, and go to an ambient festival from 7 pm until 4 am. I have a few moments where I put on sunglasses and sit down, closing my eyes for a bit. After the festival, without any accomodation, I just stay awake, getting to that hypnagogic hallucination stage, getting to the airport, having some brief 5-10 minute naps followed by some sleep in the plane, to arriving home and sleeping for 13 hours

My friends from high school are sitting outside ln a bench in the snow, arguing about a New Year's themed film featuring Timmy Turner's parents where the dad has an argument with the mom and he replaces the mom with a robot clone and it starts a discussion between my friends about what would be a great ending until one of the friends tells that the discussion is pointless saying it's not possible to have an ending that would please everyone for a story like that.

I ask my friends about their new year's plans, and they told me Tinder date now became Tinder dates because Tinder added a group chat function.

Dream was in Dutch.

Recently moved reluctantly to my old area.

one HH vision of Jesus's crown of thorns, or like a giant version of it lain down on the property where I live. It was all over the shrubs and stuff.

2 Jamie dreams: I'm at a convenience store (the one I was in the other day where I spotted a Jamie Look a like - I say that because mysteriously running her look a likes is a common occurrence for me, especially in convenience stores.) in the dream Jamie has a huge hole in her chest. I'm then dreaming from two perspectives - one as Me trying to stop her chest from bleeding so much - The other from her perspective laying on the ground in shock all the blood pouring out and I'm fading out. As I fade out so does the dream.

Second dream: I go into the convenience store again. The person in front of me turns around and I am seeing a T-shirt (Metallica- Ride The Lightning). I look up and the face is of Jamie smiling. And that's all I remember of that one.

I'll try not to take these occurrences too seriously unless I know all the facts.

Vague other dreams: One where I run into a gut I use to work with in Canmore.

The other dream I ran into my cousin, who I use to live with but nothing memorable happened.

I fly toward the pillar on the opposite side of the room and my awareness begins to rise along with my control. I fly toward the lower level, and realize I can just teleport out of this area. I become lucid. I'll just phase through this wall - no problem. I walk into the black outcropping set against the wall with confidence and phase inside. My vision goes black and I set my mind to simply visualizing a scene calmly and with confidence that it will form. I begin imagining a snowy village scene. Within just a few seconds, I appear on dirt ground facing a three story brick structure with serval doors in the face of the wall along with pieces of metal jutting out of portions of the wall. At first it reminds me of previous lucid and I'm not a fan of the scene on the first impression oh man...this place again... I then turn around and the scene is a bit different than I expect. There are small piles of snow scattered throughout the woodland floor and trees on either side of a dirt path leading to a pond beyond. This is awesome! I walk a bit further and turn to my right, seeing a concrete structure extend far down to my right. I get excited as I realize it's the dreamscape of Dai'bo. Awesome! Let me see if I can enter through where my room was! I make my way down the side of the building, and as I progress, I notice intricate carvings of angelic figures carved out of metal and placed in the sections where window sections are left via gaps in the brick. The angelic metal carvings a circular and seem to have a progression from more common angels on the left most rooms to higher ranking angels toward the far left - possibly archangels. I'm interested in speaking with a teach and walk into the temple via an opening on the far left of the building. As I enter, the dream becomes even more vivid. I turn to my right and see a long corridor leading a glowing section in the back containing a small sanctuary of sorts. Throughout the corridor, mini alcoves are set against the side walls of the temple, with thin walls dividing each alcove. Large gray buddha statues a place down the corridor, and a large buddha statue is placed at the farthest end inside the sanctuary, with its back facing me. I walk into the small sanctuary room on the end and find an elderly woman with blonde hair, slightly hunched back, and glasses with three layers of lenses, somewhat resembling the splayed wings of an insect. She appears very wise in her elderly years. She is working intently at a small stand which is a cross between an alter and a podium in the back left corner which is made of wood. The small sanctuary room is a beautiful dim orange glow to it with a slight tinge of red and yellow. The scene is hyper vivid and my awareness is very sharp. I take a seat and marvel at how stable the dream is although I'm not quite doing anything to stabilize it. I face the sage and begin to speak.
"What's your name?"
Glenna: "Glenna"
The woman continues to work intently, sorting through paperwork. She seems to have anticipating me and was preparing some records.
"Can you teach me?" I say in a very respectful and polite manner. I'm feeling very happy to be present in the temple. I'm feeling amazed at how long and stable this portion of the lucid feels.
Glenna: "Yes"
"Do you have any experience with...dreams" I say with a bit of hesitation as well as hope.
She stops in her work, look down slightly and states in a serious, yet humble tone:
Glenna: "More than most"
"Can you teach me everything you know?"
"I'll teach you everything. First, do your workout and then we'll begin" she says as she makes her way from the podium and begins walking down the corridor of the temple
"I' can do my workout when I wake up" I say as I follow her down the corridor.
Glenna: "Okay"
We continue to walk down the corridor to the front of the temple and I feel the dream starting to slip. I engage my tactile sense and the dream persists a bit longer as I walk alongside Glenna.
I wake up.

On the street doing something. There is a shootout. People get killed. Some chasing going on? Later, there are monuments on the street where people had been killed...On a train. My friend M- is there. My mother thinks she has caught M trying to con me, and is being spiteful toward her. I get off of the train somewhere, then realize I left a bag on board. I retrieve my bag.

Something going on at Church?

I’m going to get my hair cut. Sitting in the traditional-looking salon, I feel like I don’t really want to be here. I’ve asked to just get a trim when the hairdresser takes a razor with a really close setting to the back of my head. I reiterate, but she says she can’t do just a trim. At this point, I simply get up and leave, though with no apparent hard feelings. Running my hand over the back of my head, just above my neck, there is a slightly shorter patch but then portions to the side that feel long (longer than it really is right now).

I’m on what feels like a trip with EF. We are in what feels like a hostel. It seems of average quality, multiple floors, and slightly cramped. We cannot find the guide, so I’ve been chosen to fill in. Brooke is here, and I don’t think I recognize any others. I’m not sure why I’ve been selected, and I’m not really sure what I can do to help.



(fragment) I’m in some building that’s a big U shape, looking for the room in which I have a class or appointment starting soon. I can’t find the room. These halls are small and strange, like they’re dug into the ground. I pass Jennifer and Alex (from the UK EF tour) and say hi and begin following them, feeling better with at least a familiar face around.

I’m about to leave from work for home. Mom calls me to say it’s going to take an extra hour. She doesn’t specify, but I become exasperated, knowing it’s traffic. I just want to be home. I head out now, on a bike, and it looks like I’m downtown. I think I see some patches of snow, but there really isn’t any traffic. On the ride, I discover that the bike’s seat is too high for me, causing some awkwardness. I arrive home now, which is a large, empty feeling house. Mom and Makayla are here. Mom has bought me a bunch of NA beer, a kind I’ve never seen before. I try one and it’s not great.



I’m in the kitchen of some house (it feels similar to Mom’s). Looking through the window above the sink, the view is of a partially sunlit hill. It is tall and steep, slightly rocky, yet lushly green. The illuminated portions (it seems like a sun that’s close to setting) are vibrant and awe-inspiring. Maggie and Stella are out in the yard (which just seems like open space) and I think about calling them in.

I am at work while the Vegas-Florida Stanley Cup game is on. It feels like midday to early afternoon. Zoe is here, but she leaves to go do something. I go into the office and write the current score on the board, 3-2 Vegas. I use orange for Vegas and can’t think of Florida’s colors. I think it’s subtle but that someone who knows what’s going on would understand it. I notice that there are a couple of folding chairs (the ones we have that my mom gave us) throughout the store, some open and some not. I think people might be watching the game here? Now, I’m ringing up some girl who awkwardly offers to buy the table out front and the chairs for $15. She says it with a lisp as she holds the money folded up in front of her. I don’t know how much the table is going for, so I call Zoe. she answers and starts speaking so quickly that it sounds like it went straight to voicemail. She asks if I’m Bruce, sounding paranoid, then asks if it’s me. She says the table can go for $100 and the chairs for $15 each. I tell the girl this. Stella is here, on the counter, and ever so gently steps down, towards the girl who holds her hand out to her.

I’m with Makayla? and Melissa, going to get a haircut. I think we’re scheduled one after the other. I think Melissa has just gone; I see her sitting in the chair in front of the mirror with shoulder length hair that looks lighter in color and volume. She is smiling a genuine smile. It is my turn now, but I’m not going to. I’m growing my hair out, so I don’t know why I’d erase all the progress I’ve made so far. I think they might trim my beard, but I know I can do that myself. There’s a sense of disappointment, like the haircut was mandatory, but I stick to my guns. I briefly see my hair in a mirror and feel it (it’s about the length it really is now).

Kevin is going to come over for the first time in a long while. I think I’m with Melissa, in our house (this house feels similar in ways but also like it’s in a different town, a small one a good ways out of Reno). I think he must’ve said he’s coming at 7 because I look at my phone and think that he’s late when I see 7:10. I know it’s not all that late, and then he shows up. Stella and Maggie bark when he comes in but then get over it very quickly and impressively for someone they’ve never met. We are outside (the yard feels large and open, I think without a fence, and we’re on some gravel right now). Kevin stands and talks at length about something. He’s wearing a hat and sunglasses - I think that the glasses are unnecessary in the twilight. I get a glimpse of red eyes and large pupils, confirming my suspicion of him being high on something. Now I’m walking through the neighborhood (it reminds me of Opa’s) to another house. This house stands out with its modern décor of white with black accents. There’s a wrap-around porch in the front and some openings where you can see into its kitchen. We do go inside and grab a rug and some ‘designer’ firewood that matches the theme - we’re allowed by someone to do this. The logs have artificial black edges. Back at our house, we switch out the rug. This new one is a brighter tan and I don’t like it nearly as much, though I think Melissa does. Kevin is gone at this point, but Dad is here, and he’s made me a Ziploc of seasoned steaks to send with him.

I’m rolling a cart of Fiction out into the store. The store seems fairly crowded. I put the cart in my usual spot and get ready to start shelving when a younger middle aged, paunchy man in a slightly grimy gray t-shirt starts grabbing off the cart. I notice two of the authors are Brad Thor and Jack Higgins. The Brad Thor mass market that he grabs is pretty beat up but still has a new $6.99 sticker on it. I mention that that’s definitely not new. I grab another copy of the same book and it falls apart at a crease in the spine. The man only speaks to me a few times, and they’re all gruff, things like “Yeah. I want that.”


(fragment) I’m somewhere with Melissa, and we have a very full recycling bin. There are a couple of low, folding beach chairs on top, I don’t know why. (*This one makes me remember that we didn’t put the bins out last night).