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Ritual: I thought it might be nice to get lucid again, so I read DV before bed, though my motivation was considerably reduced when I realized that the time change had caught me unawares, and I was going to bed an hour later than I had intended! Also drank some sage and mugwort tea before bed. Those are the only relevant factors I can think of. WTB at 3am, woke 9:15am with dream.

DEILD: I came out of an NLD and started going over it in my mind, when it dawned on me that I had not fully woken up. I was in a hallway carrying a large package; to confirm, I tossed it in the air and sure enough, it hovered for a moment before drifting back down. It occurred to me that maybe I should take up the habit of tossing things into the air in waking life as a kind of RC. But it would have to be something smaller than a large box, something more like a coin or small ball. I produced a small black ball and tried again. To my amusement, this one behaved as if gravity were operating normally. Maybe not such a good RC unless I actively intervene: I tossed it again and concentrated on holding the ball in the air. That worked well enough. I resolved to spend more time in WL trying to move small objects with my mind.

I exited the building and thought I might try a TOTM. Even though I had just reread the list before going to bed, I now realized that I couldn't remember any of them. Thinking hard, I finally recalled the one about the dream guide.

"I'm ready for my dream guide!" I shouted. I've never had a dream guide before, so I had no expectations. I shouted a few more times until a woman showed up. She was of hefty build, with straight shoulder-length dark hair, and looked to be in her late forties. On the right lapel of her uniform-like black jacket, resembling that of a hotel clerk (or more to the point, a tour guide) was a name tag reading "RUSH." There was something very blank and bureaucratic about her demeanor that immediately put me off.

"Take me on a tour," I instructed.

"A Grand Tour?" she asked. Lately I've been reading about the Grand Tours eighteenth-century travelers would take in Italy, so I assumed this was merely waking life residue.

"Take me on a tour of Hogwart's," I proposed instead.

The woman must not have understood, because she started saying things about temperature and time that sounded like the details of a technical process—brewing coffee, I guessed. I was getting impatient.

"This isn't working out," I told her. Perhaps I should have been more patient, but she reminded me of one of those blank, automaton-like DCs that never have anything interesting to say. I turned my back and walked away, determined to try again.

"I'm ready for my dream guide!" I resumed shouting, trying to muster a sense of optimism. Nothing changed at first, but I persisted, shouting about five times before another figure drew my attention. He was a short brown-haired man standing next to a bar, gazing at me with a slightly amused expression. As I walked over, I was startled to see that he was the spitting image of Michael J. Fox. This perplexed me, because I have no particular attachment to that actor, nor did I recall having encountered his image recently in waking life. I remembered that in WL he had developed a terrible disease and I couldn't remember if he was still alive. This DC looked like the younger version of him from the 1980s or '90s, and his cheerful confidence created much more favorable impression than the last DC.

"Are you my dream guide?" I asked uncertainly. He replied with something casual, along the lines of, "If you want me to be."

"Let's give it a try," I said. "First, take me somewhere beautiful. Then, take me somewhere that I will find interesting." Since I'd never had a dream guide before or thought much about their proper role, now I was acting on the assumption that their job was to give me tours. In retrospect that's kind of funny.

As we walk out of the building together, he expresses a sexual interest. I'm surprised at his bluntness, but tell him okay, it's natural that there might be sexual tension between us, I can accept that. He seems relieved, telling me that many of the applicants ruled it out from the start. In fact, a lot of the essays he received closed on that note. I commiserate, noting how even from a purely rhetorical standpoint, that does seem like a terrible way to end an application essay.

We continue through a park-like setting, and as we descend along a wooded path I see a tree with several conjoined trunks. Emblazoned across it like a light projection is the name of a website, "www.tabu.com." I look again to make sure and the text shifts. "www.tabut.com." I wonder what it means. Is this in reference to the Polynesian word "tabu," the basis of our English "taboo"? [I looked them up as I was writing this and...seriously, it's a big world out there, how could these websites not exist?]

We walk right to the edge of a wide shallow lake. I realize we'll probably need to travel somewhere by a means other than walking, and let him know I'm familiar with some basic methods: "How are we going to get there? I can spin and teleport, if you like. And I know how to fly."

He offers another possibility: "See that brown line?" He points to somewhere behind us. I look back, and without thinking about it we automatically start rising into the air and drifting toward a brown line that runs across the grass of the lawn. "That's where we'll transition," he explains. We start gliding toward it, and sure enough, a moment later we are flying across a completely different scene.

The previous landscape was park-like, but we emerge higher in the air over a vast landscape. Distant hills, distinctive coloring, shades of red in the earth and sky. Everything becomes a bit clearer. "Okay, this is beautiful," I acknowledge aloud. He's definitely succeeded in the first task I set him.

We drift closer to the ground and I notice an odd detail: an enormous fence of thick horizontal wires strung between vertical poles that must be at least 50 feet high, stretched across a valley between two steep hills. There are only a few of the wires, maybe eight, strung in pairs of two. It would be no barrier for a person at all, or any earthly creature—it's so big it doesn't even obstruct the view—but then I see what it is keeping in. They look like giant green mantis-like creatures, clearly insectoid, but enormous. Despite the monstrosity of the creatures, the enclosure reminds me of a nature reserve. Are the fences for our protection, or theirs? Perhaps both.

I think about how my second instruction to my guide had been to take me somewhere interesting, and it would certainly be interesting if one of those things got out! However, I decide not to vocalize my thoughts or deliberately influence the course of events, instead waiting to see how things will play out.

One of the creatures catches sight of us and scuttles over, moving with astonishing rapidity for its size. It crosses several hundred yards in a matter of seconds. It pushes against the fence, snapping at us with its mandibles. It has surprisingly long reach and the wires of the fence are being bowed out by the weight of its body—they hold, but we have to dart away very quickly to avoid the initial attack. I realize the safest course is to fly directly upward, well out of its reach, in case the fence breaks. I can feel my adrenaline pumping and have to admit, that was definitely an interesting experience.

Abruptly the environment changes and we are back in a room that I think I recognize from earlier in the dream—but way earlier, the NLD sequence before I even got lucid. I realize the dream is ending, but I'm very pleased with how well this dream guide was able to fulfill my requests. "Can I meet you again?" I ask. His acquiescence is as casual and noncommital as when I first asked him to be my guide.

I dreamed i was in pursuit of an armored car that inside it was terrorists that had to be stopped. I crashed into to car and two women flew out of it into a pile of potatoes? and me and my friend drug them out and arrested them and tried to ask them where the bomb was and they pulled out FBI badges and said that they were only pretending to be terrorists but they were going to blow up a city. Still trying to figure out why the potatoes were there, but FBI agents plotting to blow up a city is something kind of creepy.

13/2/16:
Dream 1: I was taking some sort of drug through an injection. I was in the city at night with an orange glow where this happened.

Dream 2: I was the prisoner/accomplice of someone, who was guiding me through a building and monologueing about their plan to me. We got to the main room of the building and then a horde of creatures started piling in to attack us. The guy's guards held them off for a bit but they were overwhelming them, so my leader and I shuffled to the back of the room and went through a portal to a corridor somewhere safe.

Fragment: Something to do with a mountain and designing a new pokemon game cover.

Nothing to say here, just documenting so I can follow my progress accurately.

Went to bed: 23:00
Fell asleep: 23:30
Awakening 1: 07:00
Fell asleep: 07:30
Final awakening: 9:30

Daytime techniques: Practicing self-awareness with state checks.
Nighttime techniques: None

While guiding a woman through a certain demon's territory, I make a deal with him for safe passage. I offer him what appears as a glass paperweight in the shape of a globe. It represents a world that's about to die, though the inhabitants aren't aware of that yet. Neither was the demon.

He's sorry to hear it, he'd enjoyed that world - hence why I'm offering him my rights to it. It's the same sort of emotional tone you'd use for a game that's coming to an end. I'd hoped it would end differently, but it failed, which means now it's just another piece of territory for us to use as bargaining chips. He takes the deal.

I went out friday night, so I didn't expect much and didn't get much, but what I got was actually very interesting.

Went to bed: 02:30
Final awakening: 7:30

Daytime techniques: Practicing self-awareness using state-checks.
Nighttime techniques: None

1: Planning to move to France

I'm with my parents and little brother, sitting at the dining table. We are looking at a map of a part of Europe, including The Netherlands, Belgium, France and Spain. On the map you can see city names (I remember Brussels and Paris in particular) and a train route going from Amsterdam to the east of France, the border with southern Germany. In the east of France, at the far end of the route, there is a picture showing some rollercoasters (really small, as if looking at them from an airplane). We are talking about where we should go or something, but it also has to do with me moving out of the house (since I attend university now). My brother becomes very enthousiastic when he sees the rollercoasters, because one of them is apparently the biggest of the world. I look closer at the train route, and along the route are tags on which you can see whether the train stops at every station or only at large cities. Also, along one of the lines, the words "LUCID DREAMING" are written, and I notice them, but don't pay any further attention to the words. I say something like: "Oh, they're all really fast trains so I might even go there and back home every day!", jokingly, and we all laugh. Then I wake up and feel really stupid,

Really weird and uneasy night, resulting in nice recall.

Went to bed: 22:00
Fell asleep: 22:30 ?
Awakening 1: ?
Final awakening: 5:50

Daytime techniques: Regular state checks as self-awareness practice
Nighttime techniques: Water method

1: Exam stress, 12 themes

I'm sitting behind my laptop scrolling through YouTube, looking for a particular video I had watched in waking life that day, and everything looked like the right thing but nothing was quite it, leaving me very frustrated. I look at the clock regularly, because I have to be taking an exam this day.

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I'm at the place where I should be taking the exam in about 6 hours. My father is standing there, and I am panicking because I have no idea what should've studied for the exam. I ask my father and he tells me I should be familiar with the 12 themes. In the dream this makes sense, but I haven't the slightest clue what this actually means.

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I'm home again and I look at the clock. It is 11:30, apparently (which doesn't make any sense if you realise how much I had been doing already. I try to plan my route to where the exam will be taken, but get distracted every time. I look at the clock again, it still reads 11:30, but now I realise (falsely remember) that the exam would start at this exact time and I have to travel for two hours to get there. I stress out completely, get a huge surge of adrenaline and wake up.

2: Sailing the streets

I don't have a body in this dream and just watch 2 men in a motorized boat. They are moving through the streets of my hometown, since the streets are completely flooded. On some spots there's still some ice (seems like Ice Age: Meltdown) and the men talk about being lucky that there isn't much ice left.

3: Playing in the toilet

One of the strangest dreams I've ever had. I'm sitting in the toilet at home, and I am flooding it completely. Somehow the water can't get out of the toilet so there's a 30 cm layer of water on the floor. I am sitting on the floor, in the water. All around me are small, floating black and white rubber balls of different sizes, and when I touch them they multiply. Meanwhile I am playing a game on my laptop which I only remember being really difficult.

So, I've been slacking with my dream journal the last few days, only managing to type up some short notes in my phone. I'm going to update it now, but I don't really remember bedtimes and awakenings that well.

Went to bed: 22:00 ?
Fell asleep: 22:30 ?
Final awakening: 6:45

Daytime techniques: Practicing self-awareness using state checks very regularly.
Nighttime techniques: ?

1: Danish woman doesn't like Trump

I'm cycling down the path between the lines of trees near the train station (I cycle this route every day). I look behind me once and I think I see a girl I know from high school. I slow down so she can catch up. As she does, I say 'Hi!' before really looking at her again. When I do, I see it is not her, but an older woman with similar hair. I say 'Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else (in Dutch)". She replies, in German: "I don't understand you, I am Danish." We then have a short conversation in a mixture of Dutch, German and English. I don't remember what it was about exactly, but in the end the topic becomes Donald Trump. I remember exactly what I had to say about him (I was surprised about how clear my mind was when saying this): "He feeds the nationalist feelings of the American people with his bullshit talk."Then I woke up.

1) Disjointed memories of this dream. I'm on holiday, it's time to go home. Looking over some water at the airport, I explain that I have to go there to pick up a metal goalpost that I stored there so I can take it home, and I won't be long. Then I'm in an airport. We are standing in a queue waiting to get through security, there are 2 women security officers frisking everyone as they come through. It's my turn and some people push past, they are dealt with swiftly by the security officers and go to the back of the queue. I'm inside the airport. I look at some car keys and realise I have to return the hire car, and realise we only used it once. I'm looking around for the hire car desk. There is 3 people palying guitar on some of the airport seats. I get told where to go to hand in the keys I go out through sliding doors. Then I'm in a hangar to pick up he goalposts, but now it's actually a hanglider - I see it hanging up and look at it, it is very cheap and flimsy but it was just something I bought on holiday, I look at the suitcase it fits in and think about folding it up as I want to take it home but decide it's too big. Next I'm wandering though more airport lounges, someone I know sees me and comes over to talk to me, then I see another couple of people I know. I think the dream ended here.

2) I'm in a GP surgery. I'm walking towards the stairs for some reason feeling like a failure, then I think about a nursing home that actually asked for me to become their GP and convince myself that I'm not that bad after all. I'm walking up the stairs adn another doctor passes me. next I'm in a meeting and someone is goign to give a talk, he is using a projector and is going to start. A female GP leans over towards me and says that he alwys runs over and asks if I'm in a hurry, I say that I am so she promises she will interrupt him when time is up so I can leave on time.

Fragment

I was in home, my eldest sister was there with friends too, so I decided to stay in another room. It was a huge from with rows of computers. There random people, most younger than me, and they were playing computer games.

Dream 1 - War
The context of the dream was that we were in the Middle Earth universe and there were elves who refused to help the mortal races or something.
A female elf similar to Arwen had joined Rohan's side in a skirmish to convince her father, the elven king of (Mirkwood maybe?) to join their side. I remember a huge amount of mounted horsemen charging forward, lead by the elf girl, for some reason we were absolutely thrashing the elves and storming through them. There was another elf on our side and he somewhat resembled Legolas. They began to route and after continuing to chase them the only one left was the elf king. He reached the forest edge with the Rohirrim right behind him and started skirting the forest instead of going into it. The reason was because soldiers began to emerge from behind the trees, and at this point I remembered that we had established reinforcements in the forest to ambush the elves. From the group of horsemen in pursuit of the king, the elf girl shot out on a white horse really fast. As an elf she is supposedly meant to be really fast on horses or something . She dismounted the king but he continued to fight, that male elf leapt after him and began freezing his legs with a stream of ice magic. The king was resistant to magic and the ice was rapidly thawing, though it still slowed him enough for someone to grab him. The king continued to resist, his elven pride relentless, and then I woke up .

Dream 2 - Cops

Spoiler for Warning, R18(ish) content!:

This dream was pretty sexual, like full blown sex with 2 girls inside a house. One was a blonde and the other had straight black hair, I felt like I was in a porno or something. At some point I was on a bench outside having sex with another girl (though there was no obvious transition, it just happened?). The girl put something on my wang and I have no way of describing it, it just didn't make sense or even serve a purpose. Kind of like a decoration or something? But it didn't even serve the purpose of looking like it could be a decoration... Anyways! A couple policemen turn up in their car, we're getting told off but I argue with them using the law. For some reason I'm actually not in the wrong, they just don't like me so they're trying to get me in trouble. I decide to get a lawyer and he starts debating the case for me, there's 5 other 'good' policemen who are nearby and they know they I'm innocent but they don't want to get involved since they're fresh on the force. This is all happening outside while I'm on the bench probably half naked as well.

Dreams 3 - Ancient tortoises
I was somewhere with a small fungi-covered tortoise that could talk, we were outside and the scenery was bland. There was some dream-context to this, we were meditating to reach some sort of state or possibly just a certain age. The tortoise left at one point to head to the place where all the ancient tortoises go when they've reached that 'level'. I think I headed there with him, but my memory gets a little confused here.
I'm at the place where tortoises go, but only when I get there do I actually know that it's the place where tortoises go. I look around and realize that what at first look like a green-fungi ridden stone was actually another ancient tortoise.
"That must be your dad?" I asked the tortoise.
"No, that's my wife. She did get to meet my dad before moving here though" the tortoise replied, I guess that means that his wife is a bit older than him?
Looking around I can spot about 5 more tortoises sitting still. The scenery is like a desert, there's a palm tree in front of me and some small green tussocks of grass that are around too. It looks like the Sahara meets Tropical rain forest, though with more sand? The reason the tortoises come here is because of the old man sitting cross-legged near the palm tree on a little sandy slope. His hair is white and his skin is a deep tan. He's really old and looks quite withered, I know that he wouldn't respond if I tried to get his attention and for some reason I the thought of even talking to him doesn't seem possible anyways. Like he was god or something?
The confusing part in my memory is that now I'm pretty sure I'm experiencing the journey towards where the tortoise and I were heading. The tortoise isn't there this time, and I'm walking through jungle that has some sand scattered on the ground here and there.. There's maybe 2 other people with me as well. The jungle is really dangerous, everything seems alive and at one point a plant opened up revealing these thin long vines with little sharp jaws at the ends, I clambered away from it as it tried to nip me. Straight after I looked up a slope to where we needed to go, just beyond would be the end. I remember seeing 'me' climb it, but from 3rd-person. At the top was a wooden log and I fell on my ass for some reason, only to have a GIANT python land next to me! I clambered up over the log and ran for it. The python didn't even bother noticing me .

I was viewing the dream from the 3rd person, like a movie. A fleet of space cruisers was leaving to regroup with more ships, because they realized they would need more ships for their mission. So they get back to a planet (I think Earth) and a giant ship opens up the bottom of it's hull and the three ships dock inside it. Somehow, now the ships are small and are inside of the hull of a modern fighter jet. I forgot why, but the pilot takes a jar of tiny flying insects and lets them loose inside of his plane where the other ships are still docked, then closed the hull back up.

The dream changes to 1st person now and I'm looking at the pilot and another Air Force Officer standing next to me. The pilot was standing in the cockpit of his jet when we look over into the distance and see a nuclear explosion go off about 3-5 miles away. The sky becomes cloudy and turns black and red. I can see the fiery mushroom cloud and the shockwave approaching from the distance. The wind started to pick up and the officer standing next to me died. Then the shockwave reached us and the pilot looked at me and screamed in pain as his skin was peeled off from his head, then his muscles, and then his blood until he was just a skeleton in a pilot's outfit. My teeth felt loose and weird, so I hunched over. Then two of my teeth feel out, one of them had a filling.

And then I woke up.

12/3/16:
Dream 1: I was playing around with different shouts in skyrim and looking through the different books in the game to see if I had all of them.

Dream 2: I was at high school in a classroom with some random people from my year level. I was sitting on one side of the room but then moved over to the other side to talk to someone. I think there was a fire so we all had to evacuate.

Dream 3: I was on a bus with quite a few weird people on it. There were two old, mentally unstable people at the front talking loudly about random stuff and there was a guy at the back who was super bogan and super high. The bus stopped and that guy at the back walked forwards to head out. He saw those two people at the front and yelled out at them and they shook hands and started drinking beer from the old guys bag.

Dream 4: I was filming an action scene using a green screen outside of a house. I was in a small, claustrophobic area with the greens screen behind me and we took a few shots at the scene, which involved a motorcycle going past.

Dream 5: I was outside of a large mansion which had some serious security. The fences and gates were camouflaged to blend in with the trees and they were reinforced with sandbags and metal bars. The owner of the place came out to meet me, carrying a shotgun, and he told me about how he build the place himself and was using it as a shelter from all the bad stuff in the world, sort of like doomsday preppers but on crack.

Dream 6: I was in a university building on a floor filled with open plan office areas as well as study rooms. I walked through the office and got some mission/assignment from someone there to take home. The next day though I needed to go in, however it was a holiday so the place was almost empty.

Second Awakening
Dream 7: I was at some sort of technology expo involving a Chinese and Australian company working in partnership. I travelled downstairs from a garden with the other guests into this huge room with tv screens everywhere showing a soccer game for some reason. Some people gave speeches in both Chinese and English and I wandered about looking at all the different stuff. I think we then got shuffled down to the level below where there was a theatre with some promotional film playing.

Dream 8: I was walking down a street near my house with my little brother, talking to him about how to use public transport and giving him advice on that sort of stuff.

Dream 9: I was watching an online tutorial on how to build this clock-like device from scratch, similar to an online uni course or something. I followed along for a while and then someone I knew from high school popped into the chat with someone else an asked what this was, then saw me and was like "heyyyy, long time no see" and stuff like that. After that another person taking the course revealed to me they also went to my school and I strted talking with him.

I appear in a car with someone I don't remember ever meeting before. He looks like he's 10 years old and somehow he is in the driver seat. We're driving and I decided it's best to look out the window to see where we are. Judging from what I can see, we're in the middle of no where through a desert on a one way road. Suddenly this other car showed up shooting behind us. So we decided to shoot at the car. We had more gun power and the car began to drive away as we continue to chase it.

However as we're going faster than the speed limit and shooting at this random car. A cop car like in most typical movie is park on the side of the dusty road. He sees this and begins to drive toward us. I tell the kid in the driver seat to keep driving away. I continue checking the back of the window to see if we were losing the cop. Fortunately we did and I proceeded to tell the boy to forget life rules and just do what you're after. He nods his head with a smirk while parking to a near by Diner.

We enter inside and my semi lucidity has now turn in to lucidity. I decided its best to act like I'm not dreaming but instead myself in to thinking I'm in waking life using some virtual reality technology. I look using my eyes to see if there was a person that could take our order? A woman in a green sweater and dark brown pants pass through the door. As I approach her the kid in the car taps my shoulder a few times. I turn around saying I'm with someone at the moment while asking what did he want?

He leads me to a section in the diner where there were a lot of chairs. I sat down on one of them as he decides to sit on the floor. There was another kid sitting beside me and I figure I might as well act like I know the guy since we're in virtual reality. I say hey, he looks at me and says it's been some time and ask what have I been doing? I laugh and said just some bad driving. I look in the direction of the 10 year old boy. Just when I did this I had this moment that I knew his name.

I ask Willie will he be working on that soon? He gives me this face gesture that says really? He couldn't believe I thought his driving skills were bad. He replies with yea we're going to have to talk about this after we're through here. This reminds me that I've been lucid for a decent amount of time. The difference in how I view the experience was working. It was after this that the two kids and I got up and went in to the back section of the diner. We enter this dark stairway, the dream scene look entirely different from the old 40's diner. The two kids have change to different dream characters and my lucidity went back to semi lucid. Later on I have an FA and then woke up. Lucidity Time: 4 minutes

This one is a little silly, but I was really excited to have a dream to post!

I was my character- Cassus. I was with my friend (a girl, no one I know in the waking life) in a room the size of a small arena. Dark earth tones. We stood across from each other on either side of the room, and we were having an epic Yu-Gi-Oh duel. there was a dip in the floor between us where the holograms appeared. We played "monsters" that shouldn't even be in the game, like celebrities. I don't remember any monsters or moves actually played, until my friend drew the game changer. THOR. I yelled, "NO! NOT MY FATHER!" And on top of that she somehow equipped him with a field spell card. Long geometric stones shifted into slots and things glowed and suddenly Thor was swimming in black goo. His outfit also got darker. He gave a sinister laugh and I knew we were in trouble. He wasn't just a hologram, he wasn't part of the game. I knew we had to run. Or rather, fly. My friend couldn't fly, but somehow I could, using Cass' big gun. I wondered how my arms didn't get tired, carrying my friend with one arm, and holding onto the flying gun with the other. (Why didn't I just shoot Thor?) (Oh, probably because he's my father.) It was an epic and dangerous chase and we couldn't shake Thor, that is until we entered a kids' water park, where we lost him. I was watching myself as a child with friends from school. I wanted them to look at me and think, "Wow, you become THAT?" But they didn't seem too thrilled.