Lucid Dreaming and Rubbernecking (interesting combo?)

One of the things I've been reaallly wanting to do for the past two years, is to begin lucid dreaming.  It's something I've actually wanted to do since I was a kid, but back then I barely even remembered any dreams, so...well, so I guess it's been progress, even if only in the slow lane.

I've gotten the best book I can find on it (leBerge's, it's KILLER), surfed the sites, asked the questions, found the masters and...And, well it's just not happenin'.  Not much luck.

Any lucid dreamers in Zaadz land?  I'm envious, if ya are.  Of course, at one point I was jealous of people that dreamt, too...and I got over that one. Dream Journaling is definitely worthwhile to any others that have dream-issues.

So, to be honest, the thing I've had the toughest time with is the sticking to the development of the constant-mindfulness that seems to be a part of creating the attentiveness to realize i'm in a dream.  

The Book of Secrets (Osho) has a great chapter on lucid dreaming.  It basically says that it's a very funny thing to ask "How can I be conscious while dreaming?" since the better question would be "How can I be conscious while awake".  What's the difference between waking and dreaming to perception?  In both, we're simply taking our sense data without question, and reacting.  

So...I'm still stuck. I set reminders in my Outlook and things like this, trying to get the habit of asking "am I dreaming?" or telling myself "This world is a dream."  I picked up the habit I heard recommended:

"No man should go to sleep without first recognizing that the world is just a dream."

It's a neat thought before bed, as you go through the days events and they seem...dreamlike.

So here I am today, keeping my self from oggling girls (see older blog entry), and wondering just What do I get out of it?  Nancy (thank you, Nancy!) had brought up this idea, and I've thought about it a lot.  What do I 'get' out of checking out chicks?

So, as happens, my mind takes off.  I start thinking about how 'they' talk of 'energy bodies' and such... There's the body, then the energy-body within, and mine's male. So, maybe through some male-part, female-counterpart empathic mirror-neuronal type way, the self-perceptal feeling of the female form is somehow complimenting the pattern that is being male, leading to euphoric feelings of wholeness which serve as the internal reward device for the external action. Then I think about how crazy all this sounds, laughing at myself as it spins, spins, spins...the world is a dream.

That's it!  I have a trigger, pre-installed, which, with a slight mindful-twist,  I may be able to benefit in dreaming.  It's all so obvious now! (Ha ha ha..i know...)

So, that's my new plan.  Some how shift the focus of this chick-checkin'-outin' to be a reminder to mindfully question the reality my mind's creating.  An overly-complicated method of self deception to avoid actually gaining the mindfulness required?   Prolly, but whuthefuck, right?