I finally finished the lucid dreaming book. It congratulated me, for what I’m not sure.
The last few chapters were a slog, as they talked about overcoming nightmares, using dreams to heal your physical body, and also to understand the meaning of life.
Overcoming nightmares: I don’t have nightmares.
Physical healing: Wow, great untested anecdotes. How convincing.
Meaning of life: I don’t believe there is such a thing.
My waning interest in lucid dreaming is pretty much gone. Traveling to Wenatchee at the end of February broke my routine, and when I returned I was so tired I spent most of my sleep time in repair mode. That was followed by a few days of writing down my dreams, a few days forgetting before I could write them down, and a few more days of writing down my dreams. After that, nothing. I haven’t bothered to make an entry in my dream journal (wiki page, actually) since March 11th.
So that’s it. I’m done. I set out to lucid dream and discovered that’s not what I want to do after all. I discovered that if I’m properly motivated I can do it, but the only thing that motivates me is flying, and once I manage to fly a certain way I’m not motivated to do it again. I’m sure at some point I’ll find another reason to wake up in my dreams, but until then I’ll just relax and enjoy the show.
With that, I can officially say: 30×4 Complete.