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I came across a 2015 post by Sensei about active versus passive control:
https://www.dreamviews.com/dream-con...esson-1-a.html

In there, he makes an analogy about walking to the fridge and how that is a simple learned behavior for us, but challenging to his son who was taking his first steps. In a similar way, confidence and skill to achieve lucid dreaming goals can be attained.

Memory control is a similar idea, but has an obvious flaw: when one is doing something new there is no memory to pull on. Sensei suggests (if I am understanding correctly) to essentially pretend there is a memory of yourself achieving whatever goal that is.

My idea to execute on that is to visualize myself practicing something like Firebending from Avatar: The Last Airbender while meditating normally. This can then serve as the memory needed to achieve actual dream control in a lucid dream.

Thanks Sensei!

A dream I can't really recall. But I remember there being a rollercoaster in this big field that ran through someone's house. The sky was practically night, treeless, if that's a word. There was also bleachers, and this boy who eventually beat up his bully.

It soon switched to my house, and my whole family was there. My uncle and others were congratulating me on how good I was with women. I realized im in my parents room which was as huge as a auditorium. I soon see Shawn and we start chilling. It then switches to a brutal fight between what looks like Trevor, and some women in a black taintop, white daisy dukes, and white shoes.

Gotta meditate, Recall has been terrible due to stress.

#395 - SSILD - 5:00AM

I somehow become lucid and have some impossible sex with my wife. At one point I am filled with something like guilt; I wasn't going to use a LD for sex. However, it is my wife and I am really enjoying it so, what the hell?

Spoiler for sex details:

I was going to leave out the details but it's odd enough to mention. First I started with making her give me a blow job. By the end of it, I was giving her oral while simultaneously having traditional sex in the missionary position. I thought how odd this was but remembered that anything can happen in a dream. I pay close attention to the feeling of her vagina on my mouth and enjoy every sensation to the fullest.

I must have enjoyed myself a little too much because, I eventually lose lucidity and find myself in something like and FA. We are in my old bedroom at my parents old place and D.N. from work has set up his office in a small section of the room. He has interrupted my love making with my wife and I scramble to find my clothes. I am pissed and embarrassed at his intrusion and have a lot to say about it. My mom shows up and I loudly tell her how the "asshole" woke me up and hour early. I go downstairs to have breakfast but my dad is being obnoxious and I leave the house.

*Memory gap*

Something about being a truck driver. I need to unload my trailer but another trucker gets in first. My memory is bad here, but this is what I think must have happened: As I wait, I become introspective and aware. I end up having what feels like a tremendously long lucid adventure in a GTA 5 world though, I remember almost nothing. Something about being invincible and all around bad-ass while I fight some gang members.

I have a pause in the action at some point. I feel energized and emotional about the epic adventure I just had. My lucidity reaches a high level now and I recall that I had a goal in mind. I wanted to meditate while in the dream state. I close my eyes and clear my mind. Suddenly I am weightless and my dream body dissolves. I become a ball and begin to spin as I bounce around in a tight cube. I say, "Ah this is just like SP sensations. It's really not that cool." I decide to see how long I can maintain meditation and go back at it. Of course, my concentration doesn't last long and I quickly have another FA. I should have anchored myself with a mantra or a sensation.

I am in some bedroom. There is a Buddhist monk sleeping in a twin bed along the wall. I am now holding a dough-ball about the size of a baseball. I tap the monk's arm wanting to tell him about my amazing lucid dream. I am still really excited about whatever the hell I did in GTA Land and, In amazement I say, "Holy hell!" The monk only stirs a bit and rolls over. I decide that it's going to take more effort to wake the monk so I feel I need to put the dough-ball down. However, I need to preserve it and not let it stick to wherever I put it. I look for some flour but only find baby powder. Close enough. I powder the dough up and set it on dresser. I realize that I am not quite sure what my dream was about. I spend some time thinking it over as I wake up.

My dream recall is overall poor, although it has been a week of 2 lucid dreams.

Last night I remember my pants being down a lot. Very vague, but I distinctly recall looking at how black my legs became with mud from all this not wearing pants.

Final dream was interesting - I could tell after waking that if I returned to sleep I would return to the dream, however this did not happen lucidly. I replayed my last dream in a different form. I'm going after my evil twin who we hook up to a machine that makes him blow up. I'm being helped by ex-IRA bombers, who point out that the picture of a man on a tool box was the man that taught them how to do this. We watch when it finally blows in a big mushroom cloud, them describing it as a "fine bomb", with a shock wave that extends out for miles. I wake up as it catches us. It's bizarre how in dreams I would allow working with scum like that when in reality I hate them.

This demonstrates 2 reasons meditation may help. 1 - remember dreams better. 2 - drifting back into dreams lucidly should happen easily.