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I have a new car for about a month now. Here is one small lucid fragment from last night:

I am driving in my new car. It is clean and black inside. It smells very nice and I love being in it because it is so comfortable. I drive for no reason with no destination or goal, just for the fun of it, like I did so many times in the past days. The vegetation is rich and intensely green to my right side.

Suddenly there is a car coming from the right. I hit the brakes as hard as I can, because I have to give way for the other car. It is red and has advertising badges all over, also it looks like it has had some accidents before and there are dents on its door.

I suddenly get lucid! Still my foot is on the brake and it takes a long time before it stands still and it makes a very loud noise. I didn't hit the other car but it was very close. I investigate my surroundings, knowing that I am dreaming. Then everything fades and disappears slowly and finally I am left with NOTHING except the knowing that I am dreaming.

So now everything is black and I still know that this is a dream, but somehow there is no content whatsoever. It feels strange and unexpected, a little creepy too. Then the idea pops into my mind that I can just choose to wake up right now if I wanted to or I could keep on dreaming. I know in this moment that I have the complete freedom of choice. I remember that I had planned to have a LD when I went to bed and it worked! So I am excited about being lucid and I choose to keep on dreaming.

Then I hear voices from all sides, getting louder and louder. They become screams of fear and very loud.

I wake up with a very dry mouth. I think it's cool that I could just decide to have a LD that night.

1: A small fragment at my friends house. 2: A dream about getting drunk at a party in a big house. 3: A dream about weed, a trumpet bong and a homeless dealer. 4: A dream about me working in a mobile library.

• I am with two good old teenage friends of mine. The dream is not about back then, when we were younger, but we are as we are today. The front door of my friends house reminds me of an apartment that we had lived in earlier in my childhood. It is very neat and clean inside. We have a big hangover and we talk about the previous night, where we drank a lot of alcohol. One of my friends talks about how much money he spend that night.
  
  The house was purely dream fiction, but it had some interesting familiar features. We often used to hang out together on hangover days back in my teenage days.
  
  
• I drive a big black car. It feels new and comfortable, some good old friends are with me and some other friends follow us in the little blue car of my grandmother. We drive down a small curvy road through a forest.
  
  There is a parking area down in the valley and I decide to stop, because we are looking for a nice place to rest and to do our barbecue and camping, we have everything we need in the trunks of the cars.
  
  My friends from my grandmothers car seem upset, they say this is not a nice place to stay, they want to go further. But one of them had spotted a big party as we were driving on the hill, so we decide to leave the cars for now and take a look. So we walk upwards again on the small curvy road through the forest, where we came from. The walk is about 1 km and we take our time, we are not in a hurry at all, it feels like we all have summer holidays and this is our big vacation together or something like that.
  
  We finally get there and there is indeed a big house with music and a lot of people. Somehow they are of course strangers, but it feels like we are all friends and we are definitely welcome at the party. We start drinking a lot of alcohol, the party is held throughout the whole house including the second floor and the garden, there are people everywhere.
  
  At a later point we are all drunk and I gather my friends to tell them that I need to go down to the cars to get something. None of them wants to join me, they laugh and are clearly drunk and so am I. I think 'f*** it, I'll just go by myself'.
  
  I try to figure out where we came from, so I walk around the house. I almost choose a wrong path, which leads to some fields with high grass. Suddenly I remember it, and I turn around and walk across the street and towards the small curvy road through the forest that leads to the cars in the valley. As I'm walking, I think that time moves so fast when I am that drunk, while it is slowed down, when using weed.
  
  The big black car was cool. The dream had a nice summer holiday feeling with the good company of friends instead of the everyday worries. It is astonishing how well dreams can simulate the state of being drunk or being high. Also, I find it interesting how socially active I am in my dreams, like I was some years ago. Nowadays I choose to be socially more isolated, not that I don't like people, I still love them, but I am just rather by myself at my current stage. My dreams do certainly not reflect that.
  
  
• I am with a group of 10 people around my age. They are a mixture of friends and acquaintances. It is early in the evening and we walk and relax together. We gather on a playground and just hang out and talk.
  
  I have a black friend and we go and sit on a bench at a bus stop. He pulls out his bong, which I know he had for a long time and that he uses it quite regularly. I listen to the familiar sound, as he uses it and at that moment I think to myself, 'funny that I don't smoke anymore, it's been a long time already'.
  
  As I watch him with his bong, it occurs to me that it looks like an old trumpet. He must have somehow build a bong from a trumpet and some dark glass. It looks nice and stable, though. I ask if he cleans it every now and then, because I imagine it must be very hard to clean that thing, it is so unique. I get no response, he just smiles. I find it is a delightful sight and sound to just watch him handling it. And yet I find that I have no urge to start smoking again whatsoever. I am allowed to inspect the trumpet-glass-bong closer. I suck on it (without weed, just for the feel and sound) and I immediately get some water in my mouth, I spit it out and give him back his trumpet bong.
  
  There is a man coming to the playground, he looks old and homeless. The group of friends and acquaintances gather around him and he pulls out a big zip lock bag filled with marijuana. He starts selling nice, green and round buds to everyone. I think, 'wow, what an intelligent disguise for a dealer. A homeless looking old man with a bag of weed, which I estimate to be worth some thousand euros. He is not old and poor, he is smart!'.
  
  I know that I have money in my purse, so I take it out and look at two 5-euro notes. Another close friend of mine takes out 10 euro as well and we decide to buy something, just because it has been so long time since and because we can. We go after the old dealing guy, who is about to leave the playground.
  
  This is MJ calling for me once again. I had many dreams about cannabis when I stopped using it completely more than a month ago, this dream is like the final residue of that. I never had a close black friend, but in my dreams I often do.
  
  
• I am on my walk home. It is daytime in a residential area, but it is totally quiet. Then there is this big bus stopping at every corner and honking and calling for the people living there, but no one ever responds. It is the bookmobile trying to get peoples attention.
  
  I think to myself that I can maybe get a ride home or I could even ask for a job. So I speak to the driver, and surely, I may join. So I walk around in the back of the bus, which is filled with books and neat little reading corners, the mobile library has two floors.
  
  We drive around in the neighborhood and the driver calls the people by their family names, apparently he knows them all. No one ever gets on the bus, which I think is sad, because people don't realize what a great thing they are missing out on. I decide that I will just make the best of my situation and find some interesting books to read, while I'm 'working' here. I am excited, because there is so much variety to choose from.
  
  The bus drives into a grocery store and parks between the shelves filled with canned food. It starts to fold out and to transform into a temporary stationary library section of the grocery store. The shelves start moving as well to make space for the transforming bus. The process does not seem random at all, but very well planned and well-orchestrated.
  
  The driver takes out 10 waffle irons and tells me that I have to make waffles for everyone who visits our mobile library, there should be people coming soon. I am overwhelmed with the whole situation and I find it weird. But on the other hand it is a creative idea, I think. So I begin thinking about how to manage that task. Shouldn't be that hard, I think, there should be cooking books among the books and there should be all the groceries I need somewhere in the store.
  
  A nice, creative surprise by my subconscious.

3 dreams and one fragment. The first is about a getaway from a threatening situation or people, the 2nd one is the fragment, it is about motocross in a forest. There is much more to it, but I can't recall more details. The 3rd entry is a pleasant dream about flirting with a married woman (I forgive myself, she is beautiful). The 4th is about coming home:

• I am together with my brother. We run away from something or someone, it is a threatening situation and I run for my life, I am very fearful. We are in the ground floor of a building with narrow corridors and white walls. I have the impression that my brother is not really aware of the danger of the situation, so I yell at him to convince him to move faster and to follow me.
  
  We come to an elevator, 2 or 3 people are waiting for it and I decide to move upstairs as well, as it seems to be the only way to go. But there is no time to wait I think, so I chose a narrow circular stair to the right of the elevator and run upwards, while again reminding my brother that we have no time to rest, or 'they/it' may get us.
  
  I tell him 'don't worry about grandmother, she will be alright as she has always been. She has lived most of her days happily, just leave her behind and let her go'. As I say that I feel that I myself also have trouble leaving her behind and letting her go, but I force myself to do that and to continue running, so that I am a good example for my brother to follow.
  
  On the second floor we climb out of the window and slide down a slanted roof. I think it's fun to slide down here, but then the fear of the people/thing following us takes over again. We land in the garden of the house, where I find an air pump. I pick it up, just in case I could use it as a weapon. We encounter a gardener, who is raking leaves. He says something, but I don't trust him, he might be part of the complot (after all, I didn't even know exactly what we were running away from). I consider piking up a rake lying next to me and just beat the gardener to the ground, but then I decide it's best to just leave. We walk out of the garden and the fear wears off.
  
  I don't know what I was afraid of and running away from. But I was scared, that is for sure. I don't know what the passage with our grandmother means. I rarely experience fear in dreams, but I appreciate it afterwards, when I do, because it makes the dream very vivid and detailed, as the fear forces me to be completely in the moment or situation.
  
  
• I am riding a motocross bike on small forest paths. There is dense vegetation and small hills. The bike is light, but strong, so that it easily rides on almost any terrain. I ride in a group with some other people, I have a lot of fun.
  
  I find myself on a broad road between some fields, riding the bike. I have lost the group, which makes me sad and I try to find them again. I ask some hikers to help me, they direct me to a small house in the forest and they claim that this is a sort of meeting point for hikers and bikers. So I go there and I am happy to meet 2 people from the group to rejoin. We go into the small house to rest a bit and maybe to find some others.
  
  I know there is more content in this dream, but this fragment is all I can recall. The forest paths were beautiful and the bikes were really cool, I had a lot of fun.
  
  
• I have a conversation with a beautiful, young, blond woman. We are on a small hill under some big and wide trees, the scenery is very calm and relaxing. We are with some people we both know, but I only talk to her.
  
  We are in a bus, I sit in the back end of the bus at the left window, the blond woman is in the seat in front of me, but she has turned around to talk to me. She has a cute face and short blond curls, I think I am in love with her. But somehow I also know that she is married, so I am not sure how to behave. I decide to ignore the beautiful landscape outside the window and to look beyond my morals and doubts straight into her eyes. As I force myself to do that, I find that it is not at all uncomfortable, but rather it is the most natural and pleasant thing to just rest my eyes in hers. Suddenly my fears of being hurt and my doubts about the moral situation seem ridiculous and I give her my undivided attention. Wow she is beautiful, I think, while she talks (I'm not really listening ).
  
  I want everything about her, now, there is no doubt. I sense that she feels the same way, but that we both are unsure how to express that. We walk along the ocean between a forest to the right and a beach to the left. She takes my hand and we just walk, saying nothing. I think, wow, I almost forgot how good this feels!
  
  I had several dreams about cute, blond women recently, but I don't know how to relate that to my waking life or why or where it comes from. I guess I have just been single for a while and maybe I am just ready for someone new? In any case it was a nice experience, I am certainly open for more dreams with her
  
  
• I am in a residential area and I walk on small paths between tall houses. A boy, who looks Korean/Chinese, walks past me. He makes some clicking noises behind me and as I turn around, he suddenly has a bike and he rides away. I wonder where the hell did he pull that bike out? But then I just move on. I decide to turn around and go to my mothers place.
  
  The apartment door of my mothers place looks a lot like the door of my room I think, as I stand in front of it. There is light and noises coming from the workroom, so I figure that my stepfather is at home. There is no door handle, though. So I investigate the door further and I find out that it is opened by a little light switch. I am now inside the apartment in the hallway, but all doors are closed. I know that everyone is at home, because I can somehow sense their presence, but I don't want to draw attention to myself yet, so I go into the kitchen. There are 3 burned pizzas in the oven and the oven door is open. I sit down and enjoy the calmness, peace and idyll of the situation. Smells and feels like being home and everything is alright as it is.
  
  The bike coming out of nothing should have made me more curious or even lucid, because I noticed it in great details and even wondered about it. But somehow I just went on with my walk. The apartment is not the real one, but purely dream fiction. It was a pleasant dream nevertheless, it had the comforting feeling of being home.

My recall has dropped to a new minimum, although I am consistent with my DJ. No dreams yesterday and last night gave only two small fragments from what I know were big dreams. At least I feel there is much more to them.

• Elite district: I'm in a housing complex. The houses are big and they have huge front yards with massive cars. It feels like some kind of elite district, where the educated and financially successful people live. I walk around and ask the people about their dreams. While they are generally polite, no one really seems amused or interested.
  
  There is a lot more, but all other details are foggy. Nevertheless, it shows me that thinking and talking about dreams is active in me, while I'm dreaming.
  
  
• Knife in dream-shoulder hurts: I'm in a small house with many small rooms. They are like small chambers, where the floor and the ceiling are made of wood. There are also wooden shelves. My mother is there at some point in the fragment.
  
  I'm with my brother. It feels like something bad has happened to either or both of us. I hurt him in the stomach and he slowly stabs a knife into my left shoulder. It hurts a lot, but I don't resist it, because I somehow feel like I deserve it. The whole thing makes me sad, I hug him, while he is lying injured (injured by me(?)) on the ground. I tell him that I love him and that I am really sorry.
  
  My brother was also in my DJ-entries from 2 and 4 nights ago. I have no clue what this means and where it comes from, but this one makes me think. This feels like a small fragment of a bigger dream (which perhaps spans several nights lol).

One dream about my brothers from when they were smaller (~3 years ago maybe) and one fragment about DV after WBTB:

• I am at my grandmother's house, sitting at the kitchen table. I haven't been around in a long while, possibly the longest while since I moved out from home. So I have this feeling that I am a rare and honored guest.
  
  The father side of my family (father, his wife and my small (half-)siblings) is coming for a visit, as they often do. They all go into the basement to look for me, except my two youngest brothers. I walk along the hall with the familiar tiles. I say hi to them, they look small and sweet, my grandmother sits on a couch right next to them. They don't look at me and act a bit shy, but I know this will pass quickly. It's been a while after all, I think.
  
  I carry the youngest to the big glass slide door leading to the terrace and I can see his reflection in the glass. His arms are soft and still a bit baby-like. He is wearing a sweater with black and white stripes, but no pants. I ask 'how old are you now?', while I'm guessing he is probably 2 right now. Suddenly my other brother (1 1/2 years younger than me) is there and he has to laugh at the whole situation. I ask him 'do you remember when we were so small?' and by thinking about that, I also have to laugh.
  
  Beautiful dream, thank you. Nothing odd or overwhelming, just natural. Vivid in tactile and visual experience. Definitely memorable for me personally.
  
  
• I dream about the DV-forum. There is so much to read. So much information from various sources. I browse the sections I find interesting or entertaining.
  
  The posts are somehow transferred live. I get the messages directly (by reading and telepathically), while they are written and created. I can literally watch a thread or a post while it is being formed. Some contributions are rather redundant, but others are interesting; there is a great variety. I stick to the messages of the members I trust.
  
  Can't remember any particular people, but I would not name names if I could anyways .
  
  Somehow they telepathically try to explain the mechanism of the forum. They show how posts and threads are formed around topics and they explain the best way to pose a question. They try to connect them with each other in the way it makes the most sense. They manually draw lines between posts and topics and they tie them together with bands. So there is a big and interconnected web of meaning and syntax forming in front of me.
  
  This came after WBTB. I know this is a small fragment of a big dream, but this is all I can recall from it. This fragment is the result of me reading a lot on DV the previous day. I like how my subconscious processes my daily actions and hands it back to me in a neat little picture story.

In all my recent dreams I am always so nice to people and they are nice to me. They are all pleasant dreams, the unpleasant ones are fortunately rare for me and I haven't had a nightmare since I was a child. But this night I was confronted with one of my recurring childhood nightmares, where I am in the role of a Jew during world war two in Germany, and I am always haunted by Nazis and the holocaust.

Three fragments followed by two dreams:

• I'm on my way from my grandmother's house to my mother's with 3 other guys. I go down through the garden into the valley. It's raining and I'm the only one with an umbrella, too bad for the others I think and enjoy my dry place beneath it.
  
  I want to cook some nice food when we arrive at my mother's apartment, so I ponder my appetites and imagine what would be nice to eat. Then, when we cross the small wooden bridge across the small river, there are three nice chicken filet frying on the right side. They have the same size as a human and look delicious and well spiced.
  
  Don't know who I was with. The environment was the real and well known environment between my grandmother's house and my mother's apartment. Had some chicken the previous day.
  
  
• I am in a courtyard of a big farmers house, there are many people. I have a really big bar of chocolate and I should share it with the others. Sharing is fine I think and I give half of the chocolate bar for sharing, while I selfishly enjoy the other delicious half myself.
  
  Sharing 50% is enough. Who can say no to chocolate.
  
  
• I am at a big harbor with much traffic on the water, many big passenger ships. I am on a big platform with many people, some are just walking, some are enjoying the view across the harbor, standing at a railing.
  
  I spot a young man who stands there with no shirt, so I ask him "aren't you cold? It's so windy", he says "it's all cool" and smiles.
  
  Then I see another guy, who looks just like one of my friends from behind and I tap him on the shoulder and hug him. Suddenly I realize that he is a stranger and not my friend. I apologize and feel sad, because I was happy to see my friend. The stranger is a bit confused, but takes it with a smile.
  
  Dunno...
  
  
• I'm in the city with two of my friends, there are big streets, much traffic and many traffic lights. As we intend to cross a street, the traffic light switches from green to yellow, but I think "no big deal, I can easily make it, I'm not gonna die from this!", so I keep going, while my friends stand still. I almost get hit by a car coming from the right, the brakes make a loud noise and scare me. There is a police station in front of me.
  
  Now I am about 50 m ahead of the two and as I turn around to look after them, they scream and yell at one driver. The car stops and the driver yells back, but that only gets the whole trouble started: The window of the passenger seat opens and a young Nazi with a handgun begins shooting at my friends, one of them has also a gun and begins shooting back. I hear some bullets hitting the car, I am really frightened now. The window from the backseat opens as well and another young Nazi begins shooting in all directions, including mine, with an assault rifle. I panic and run behind the nearest buildings. The Nazi gang leaves the car and begins hunting their 'usual group of targets', while they scream hateful Nazi phrases.
  
  I run across a big soccer field, where people are playing soccer and soft ball. They must not have realized the trouble, I calm myself with the fact that I saw a police station nearby. The field is big and I run as fast as I can, still frightened.
  
  I come to a house with 6 apartments, there are names on the doorbells and on one there is "[My name], the Jew sitter", so it must be my apartment I think. But the house scares me, there are all these hateful phrases on the walls, and the fact that I am labeled "Jew sitter", while there is a Nazi gang on the way freaks me out.
  
  So I hide behind the building on a small hill with an old and rotten train track. I calm down a bit. I see some homeless people and some junkies chilling on the train track a little further ahead. Then there is this ringing sound that comes when the railroad barriers are closing.
  
  When I woke up, I realized that the ringing sound was my phone moaning for power and I somehow incorporated that into the dream. The Nazi nightmares were haunting me when I was a child and had learned about all the cruelties from the holocaust. I guess back then I was so overwhelmed with how cruel humans could possibly be (and obviously I still am. I grew up in Germany, don't know if that's relevant, though).
  
  So here was an unscheduled WBTB, where I did some MILD exercises and imagined how the dream would be when I had been lucid. Also, I realized that I did not have the capacity to RC, when I saw the train track, which is one of my recurring dream signs. Maybe I should make Nazis to my dream sign, because they are fortunately only present in my dreams nowadays. Spotting them right away in the dream will give me the opportunity for a nice revenge
  
  
• I'm at a party at my university. Everyone is happy and the party is fun, I smoke a Joint with two of my friends, they get really high. Later they want to go outside, but I rather stay inside.
  
  I try to use a cash machine, but it refuses to give me any cash, because my card is broken. I meet a bald black guy who is waiting in the line to the cash machine and I start talking to him. He is very nice and we have fun together, so we decide to chill in the room next door. There is a table with big soft couches around it and there are some hot girls sitting there. As we sit down, the girls are gone and I wonder what I did wrong, but it doesn't affect our mood. The black guy shares his cigarette with me, it looks like a joint but he assures it is a cigarette.
  
  I go down a narrow staircase to the toilets after promising the black guy that I'll be back soon. I then find myself in a library with many people working and reading in small booths, it is big and confusing and I admit to myself that I have lost track of where I am. I somehow manage to get outside and try to get back to the party. There is a small field with a police car and I walk across the field towards the building. I meet one of my friends with whom I have smoked earlier that night. Strange thing is there are two of him. So I say "Hi [name of friend]" two times, once to each of them. I wonder why there are two times the same person and then I wake up.
  
  Confusing dream, but somehow cool and very vivid. I like WBTB, should do it more often, I think it is a nice tool for dreams in general. I have always had the impression that a small waking phase in the end of the sleep cycle improves dream vividness, even before learning about WBTB and LDing.

One night of short and uncomfortable sleep due to high temperature and brightness, one dream.

I am in a bar. The bartender says he will close in one hour. There are 3-4 men at the bar, drinking. The bar goes around the room and the people sit in the middle. I go to my stepfather and my brother and sit with them. I'm thinking I don't want to drink and the bartender has a taunting look at me. He then says he will close at 6 and points at an analog watch hanging above the bar, which shows 5:30.

Both my stepfather and I take out a half smoked joint from our pockets and I offer my lighter. He rather uses his own and we smoke, I think my brother may also have had a toke or two. I feel the cannabis effect coming on authentically.

Then my mother walks in with a half rotten but still half decorated Christmas tree and puts it in front of us and says something like 'what kind of nonsense do you guys have going again?', then she walks away. I see my mothers cat playing beneath the Christmas tree, a very relaxing and delightful sight.

It's astonishing what I can experience without finding it weird.

Hmm when is it called a fragment and when is it a full dream? I'd say when there is only one particular scene or situation then its a fragment, and if there is more I'll call it a dream. Here are 6 from last night, not sure if they are generally considered fragments or dreams. This is actually relevant for getting points in a DV-Academy competition that I'm currently in.

• I find myself on a big terrace on the first floor. It is made of concrete and there are concrete pillars all around it to hold the roof. There are ~10 people from my university, one is talking. He is very enthusiastic and he tells about his big and awesome plan and he shows a paper with notes. He explains that he created a treasure hunt with challenges on the way, but they are not easy. Everyone listens carefully and they ask questions about any hints. He promises that it will be very challenging but also very fun, and that the price is worth the effort.
  
  Never saw this place before. The guy who is talking is very quiet and not enthusiastic at all IWL.
  
  
• I drive on small paths through nature on a small tricycle for kids. It is very fast and requires almost no effort. It is fun and refreshing, the surroundings are densely overgrown with plants and small trees. I come to an open bedroom between some trees, my stepfather is sleeping in a bed and my sister is lying awake in another bed, the third one must be mine. As I lay down, I become aware that I'm not tired at all and I convince my stepfather and my sister to join me on a tricycle ride. At first they don't want to, but they enjoy it as soon as we get going.
  
  I like my subconscious idea about an open bedroom in nature. The situation must have been from a few years ago, because my sister was still a child in the dream, while she is older IWL.
  
  
• I am with a guy from my secondary school. We are at some kind of meeting and we have to present something. The projector is directed onto a small family house, so that the wall becomes the screen. There is a lot of text projected on the wall and my friend tries to correct the position of the text so that it is readable and does not overlap with the windows of the house. The content of the text seems irrelevant, it is all about the position and layout. So my friend talks while editing the text. Finally it is all arranged and readable for everyone, the text is concentrated on the outer wooden balks of the house and between the windows.
  Suddenly the projector swings around and makes all neighboring houses to one big screen. Now there is weird text projected on their walls, containing nonsensical and even insulting phrases.
  
  Haven't seen that guy for some years and suddenly we make a presentation on a house wall. Dream world, you can be very inventive...
  
  
• I am working in a big warehouse. I have a cigarette pause outside behind the warehouse and as I go back inside, I see all my stuff from my pockets lying on the ground. There is chewing gum, my phone, my wallet and my keys. I wonder how it came to lie there, but I don't worry about it and just pick it up again. Then I see one of my colleagues coming towards me and I hold the door for him. He seems to be in a very good mood and then he asks 'hey, have you ever called an ambulance?'. I say 'yes, why?' and he says 'hey you gotta try it, please call an ambulance now, just for the fun of it!', he smiles. I find it is a very stupid idea and I explain that I don't want to and I try to convince him that he shouldn't do it either. His mood drops as he realizes that there is nothing funny about it.
  I am in a little room, right beside the big hall of the warehouse. There are several black garbage bins. As I open the lids, I see that they are all sealed with an extra wooden lid, which cannot be opened.
  
  I used to have a job in the warehouse four years ago and have not been there since then. So this situation must be from some years in the past, but it didn't seem nonsensical for my dream logic at all. I guess time works differently in dreams and they can span many years into the past and are not particularly bound to the current life situation.
  
  
• There is a big footrace. Many people I know are around, they are from all kinds of friend groups and cliques I know, all mixed up. I want to participate in the race and I try to convince all the others to join me. Most of them don't really want to, but some of them are already among the runners and the race starts. I say screw it and begin to run after them, even though they already have a head start. I run past some friends who don't want to participate and I show them my middle finger while smiling. The route has many small curves and is wound around small flower beds. At one point it goes like an 8-shape, and the runners paths cross each other. When I come to the crossing point, I almost crash frontally and with full speed into one of my friends. We go aside the running track and laugh about it, 'imagine if we had really run into each other'. We laugh so hard that we can barely breathe. Then we slowly start running after the others again, while still laughing.
  
  Hmm many dreams about running recently... Maybe I should do more of it? Maybe it can become a dream sign?
  
  
• I sit at a table in a small room together with 5 other people. I know the guy to the right of me, he is a friend, but I have never seen the others. It is some kind of secret club or organisation and apparently I'm the new one. My dream memory tells me that I have been in the rival group previously, but that I am happy to be in this one now. We drink beer and wait for the 'leader'. As he arrives, he welcomes us all and gives free beer for everyone. I take a sip of it, but then one of the others whispers that we should wait with that a bit. Then my bottle falls to the ground by my friends accident, the others look irritated at us. The 'leader' explains something on a blackboard. Suddenly I see a flash of lightning on the blackboard, it is more like a chalk drawing of lightning, but it is dynamical like a normal lightning bolt. I try to explain to the others what I just saw and they smile, saying 'yeah, you will see more awesome things like that from here on!'
  
  Dunno what to say about this one. Well, didn't see that one coming at least.

My dream recall is quite good now, considering that I had zero recall of any dreams only a couple of months ago. Quitting regular cannabis consumption does indeed enrich the dream world very much. I'm still lacking a suitable LD induction technique, but I'm working on that.

3 fragments

• Someone wants me to perform a task with colors. I have to paint and connect colors on an infinite plane in such a way, that a colored region may only touch another color, when it is also the neighboring color on the rainbow. The task seems exciting to me and it is very fun as I begin with it.
  
  I wasn't even present with my body, there was just an infinite plane and I somehow controlled the colors with my imagination. Weird and unrealistic, but vivid colors.
  
  
• I sit at the dinner table at my grandmothers house. All the chairs are occupied by some of my family. There is dinner in all sorts and varieties and every square-cm of the table is used. I ask my brother if he can hand the butter and he does.
  
  Nothing unusual to tell me whether it was a dream, might as well be a memory.
  
  
• I am running in a big forest north of Copenhagen. It is mostly untouched nature, the treetops are grown densely together and are light green as the sun shines on them. It is a huge forest with many paths and there are many people taking a walk. I run fast and effortless, it is very pleasant. There is a big lake and there is a wide and wooden bridge across it. It is not so high, so it feels as if I am running on the lake, the bridge is ~150 m long and many people use it. It is an awesome and sunny day. At the end of the bridge there is a railing and I jump on it and slide on it for the last ~30 m, it is fun and even more effortless than running and the people look amazed, when I slide past them. The path to the left leads deeper into the forest, but I choose the path to the right, which goes across small fields along the water. I outrun the other runners easily. There are steep hills on the way, some of them have to be climbed. A female friend of mine (suddenly she's there) takes the lead and she climbs ahead and I have a great view on her round ass.
  
  Vivid dream, the surrounding forest and people were all so alive. I loved running so fast and easy.

3 fragments. Feels like they somehow belong together to one big connected dream, although they are independent situations.

• I meet all the friends of my old clique again. My ex-GF is among them also. I am happy to see all of them and we are walking to some benches in nature to celebrate, we drink alcohol. I have this weird feeling of being unwelcome, as if i had to justify myself and my behavior. They seem very critical and disapproving. Somehow I want to show them that I am still awesome, especially to my ex, and that I'm doing really good without them. There is an enemy feeling that I have never felt among them before. There are some new people who are joining us, I presume they are new friends of them. They are all gangster and have caps and smoke weed and although they seem happy, I feel that they don't like me and that they look down on me. I start introducing myself, they are polite, but they don't seem interested. I am pissed and I make no secret out of it. My friends tell me that I have to sign a gift card for one of the others, so I do that reluctantly. I feel sad and go to two of my closest friends, who give me at least a little love. I am tired and want to sleep, but I am scared that if I do so, the others might paint my face and do weird stuff, after all they are drunk and have been so weird all the time.
  
  First unpleasant fragment in a long while. Vivid with many details and strong feelings/emotions.
  
  
• I am with another group of friends, the ones I study with. We are going to have a nice evening at their house. It is a big house with stairs, many large rooms and a long way to the ceiling. I lose track of where I am, it's so big. I find myself in a storeroom in the cellar without windows, not even with a door, but it is only accessible through a small hole in the wall. I am trapped there, can't come out of the hole. One friend comes and helps me out and we go and join the others, I feel weird among them, as if they got it all right and I am a failure.
  
  The house is completely imaginary, nothing I have seen IWL. Also unpleasant, but not as much as the first fragment.
  
  
• I am with yet another group of friends. We are having a party (third one this night lol. But this time there are only happy vibes). It is a small room, we sit tightly together in a big circle and have fun. One of my old friends even brings his father, who is a mixture of the one he actually is and another friend's father. I welcome both of them and they are happy about that. There is free food and munchies for everyone, there are steaks and pizza all you can eat.
  
  Short fragment, but I liked it very much.

2 Fragments. 1st before WBTB, 2nd afterwards:

• I am at home with my roommate. An old friend is with us. My roommate is playing video games, while the friend is trying to fool him and making jokes at his expense, I am a passive observer. I have to laugh at some of the jokes, but for some I think they are not funny and this goes too far. I think to myself 'give him some peace'. The friend pretends to leave the apartment, but opens and then shuts the door without leaving, another 'funny' joke. There are 3 doors in the floor, 2 of them make a loud noise when used.
  
  The apartment is the same as my home, apart from the 3rd door. In the dream I notice it but I take it for granted and not as a weird circumstance. Pretty random fragment, nothing too weird or significant.
  
  
• I am in the front passenger seat of a car. The seat is big and soft and comfortable, so is the car. A girl I once dated is driving. We are in Copenhagen, Noerrebro, I see a long and big street ahead of us with two big crossroads and traffic lights. I tell her 'to the right is the place where [name of a friend] lives', she nods disinterested, feel like she does not really notice me talking. The seat belt sits very tight and makes it hard to breathe, I loosen it a bit, but it doesn't help. I try to tell her that I would love to 'do' her again once, if she is interested. I tell her 'no one would know, this is a dream anyways, let's just have sex, in the end it doesn't matter'. Still she seems like (or pretends to(?)) not really noticing me. I get upset and louder and say: 'Hey you know, it's a dream, all of this is not really real, not even you'. Suddenly she looks at me, says nothing but everything is shaking and crumbling, I feel that it is due to her anger. I think to myself 'I shouldn't have said that, of course no one likes to hear they don't exist...' I slowly start to believe my own words, that it is all a dream, so i gain lucidity. But by the moment that I am convinced of dreaming, it is too late; everything has fallen apart already due to knowing it is not real, then I wake up.
  
  Weird, this girl used to troll around in my subconscious for quite a while, but it is rather long time ago. Also how the hell did I not get lucid in a situation, where I try to convince someone that it's a dream. This was pure non-lucid, as there was no active lucid dream time, although I convinced myself to be dreaming, which kinda caused it to end.