...from the dark corners of my mind...

DJ Log: October 22, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking through an old building with Devon, a good friend of mine. He stops at a large vault door and says, "That door is supposed to stay open at all times." When he opens the door, there is a guy tied up against a pole and another guy standing there giving us an evil glare. Startled, he steps back from the door and the guy slams it shut. Devon goes back to the door and struggles to open it again. The guy on the inside is holding the door shut while he's trying to pull it open. After a bit of struggle, the guy lets the door open, then stabs Devon in the chest with a large knife. He runs off and a couple of other friends chase him down. Devon is bleeding and not doing well at all. Suddenly, medics arrive and start to work on him. After a moment, one of the medics comes to me and says, "He's not going to make it." I walk up to Devon and find that he is struggling to catch the last breath. I take his hand and say, "Look directly into my eyes." When he does, I draw the life from his body and store it in mine.

I tell the medics to connect his body to a life support machine and keep his vitals going while the damage can be repaired. At first they look at me strangely, but then they quickly comply. After some time, they tell me that they have him stabilized. I retrieve a syringe filled with a hazy green liquid from my pocket and hand it to the medic. I say, "Give this to him slowly and he will be fine." As they work on him, I wander off with a couple other friends. As we walk, the old abandoned building morphs into a shopping mall. We walk to the end of the mall, then turn around and make our way back toward the entrance.

As we're walking, I see Devon standing at the order counter of a pretzel shop with a female friend of mine. When he sees me approaching, he turns around and gives me an ecstatic look. We hug while telepathically exchanging quite a bit of information, then he goes back to the counter and finishes his order. While he is ordering, she tells me that he is doing much better now. She leans toward me and gives me a cute grin while saying, "You do know that he wants you really bad, right?" I reply, "Yes, I know. The feeling is mutual."

When Devon gets his pretzel, we leave everyone else behind and walk off into the fading dream scape.

I am thankful that I was able to log this one. My brain was emptying itself quicker than I could transfer the dream's memory to my journal.

DJ Log: May 24, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around in a large laboratory with another DC, investigating a recent murder which occurred in this room. We are looking for any clues that may be left behind. There are police lights flashing outside and I can hear a dog barking in the background.

As we are searching, we walk near a domed part of the ceiling which has windows around the dome. There is blood dripping from the ceiling here. As we both stop walking and look upward, a body and some debris crashes through the ceiling and lands on the floor. I close my eyes for a brief moment, then I look back up and see that there is nothing wrong with the ceiling. The blood is now gone and there are lights where the windows were just a moment ago. I say to myself, “Why do these things keep changing? What kind of a fucked up dream is this?”

I immediately become lucid and take a much closer look at my surroundings, while trying to utilize any many senses as possible. The windows are back where they should be and there is a large hole in the ceiling. There is a body and a large safe in the midst of a pile of debris in front of me. I can smell rancid flesh beginning to fill the air around me. The lights are all making a buzzing sound and I can hear a lab refrigerator running in the distance. I can feel small particles of debris fall out of my hair when I shake my head. I look around a bit and decide that there is nothing I want to try tasting in here.

I look back at the safe and remember the basic task of the month. I stare at the safe and attempt to move it with my mind. Instead of moving the safe, I develop x-ray vision which allows me to see that there is a gun inside the safe. I look at it again, and after struggling for a moment, the safe elevates from the pile of debris. I lift the safe all the way up to the ceiling using psychokinesis and then smash it against the wall to break it open. The safe smashes apart and the gun slides across the floor. I look back at the other DC, who is standing there completely dumbfounded. He looks at me with a really strange look, then walks over and picks up the gun with an evidence bag.

I lose my lucidity and start to walk around the lab again. All of the details disappear from the room and the dream fades away rather quickly.

I wake up and spend a moment with my eyes shut, recalling as many details as possible. I grab my flashlight and journal, then write it all down. This is my first lucid since I quit smoking cigarettes. Yay!