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

DJ Log: March 17, 2013 – 3:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm walking around in a large shopping mall with my brother looking for a specific pair of Wrangler jeans. We check out a couple of stores through their front window, then walk toward a Sears. I say, “Let's go in here.” As we walk through the mall corridor, I see that there is no 'grand entrance' into Sears, but only a single small door. I open the door and we both appear in the middle of the store like we just teleported or something.

I walk toward a display rack full of jeans and see that there are no Wrangler jeans on it. I walk over toward a corner of the store where I somehow remember there being a shelf of jeans, but there is nothing there but some seasonal items on the shelves. I walk to another area and find some more jeans, but they're not what we're looking for.

DJ Log: January 7, 2013 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around with a friend in a huge shopping mall with multiple floors and wings. He stops in at a store with a delicatessen next to it. I tell him that I'm going to find something more substantial to eat and I'll meet him back here in a while.

I walk around for a while and check out some of the food stands. They all seem to have nothing but chicken for sale. I don't eat chicken, so I keep walking past them all. I walk down one of the wings and stay to the left on all turns so it's easier to find my way back to the store my friend is at. I walk for a while and find this store called Thailand Food Market. I stop in and check out all the food, but don't see anything interesting. There is a reefer cabinet full of all kinds of strangely shaped vegetables. I can't seem to find any meat, so I decide to leave.

I walk further and end up near the end of the wing. All of the stores here are vacant and have 'For Lease' signs in the windows. I pass a small restaurant and there is a table in the front window which has utensils and wine glasses at all the seats and a candle burning in the center of the table. There is a 'For Lease' sign on the door. I stare in the window for a while, hoping that someone is inside and will invite me in for some food. There is nobody inside and all of the lights are off.

I walk along a bit further and arrive at a store with all kinds of random junk all over the place. It looks like a flea market of some sort. I walk around through a section of antiques, then into a section with piles of old electronics. There is another area which has shelves full of old smelly shoes. * End of recall ability *

(Note: My brain was emptying itself as fast as I could talk into my recorder. I have zero recall of this dream now, 14 hours after awakening. The best thing I ever did was put a digital voice recorder beside my bed. I can speak much faster than I can write and I don't need to open my eyes to push the record button. This has helped me DJ more dreams recently that I ever could have before with only a notepad and a pen. Sometimes, I get recordings that are only 2 or 3 slurred words, then just snoring for 2 hours. Though this is kind of a fragment, I'm not categorizing it as such since I was able to write a few paragraphs...)

DJ Log: January 6, 2013 – 4:15PM (USA Eastern)
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I drive into a parking lot at a strip mall then walk into a store looking for a wacky hat for a party. The store didn't have any, but the cashier suggested that I try another store at the other end of the strip mall. I walk down the sidewalk past a long row of shopping carts. Near the end of the row, there is a hobo looking guy wearing a corset. He is telling another guy that his lady friend passed out along the wall and he asks them what that smell is on her. He says that he thinks she shit her pants. The guy says, “That's not shit, that's death.” I continue walking and skip the other store. Wanting nothing to do with this mess, I walk into the parking lot and make my way back to the car.

DJ Log: May 24, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down a mall corridor with a cute dark-haired guy, looking for a good place to make out. He stops and gives me a quick kiss, then we walk into a store which looks like it's closed. The lights are dim and there are several hot tubs full of yucky water. In the back of the store, there is a steam sauna. The guy dips his arm into the water in one of the tubs, then tells me that the water is burning his arm. I turn on a faucet and rinse off his arm, then we walk out into the mall corridor again.

DJ Log: March 3, 2012 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am traveling to CA with a friend of mine, who will be known as "M" in this entry. We land at the airport and grab a rental car. Once we drive into town, I pull into a familiar shopping center and point out a couple of places which we should visit. There are several restaurants and shops all connected together.

We park, then walk into a place called Game Depot. It's a huge arcade connected to a mall. We walk through the arcade and into a dollar store. I pick up a small box fan and the case falls apart in my hands. I comment, “Cheap fucking junk...”, and then put it down. I pick up another fan and it is built a little better. I walk down the row and pick up a couple of other things, then head over to the cashier. While checking out, I ask my friend if we should go check into our hotel before cruising around the rest of the town. He says, “Yes.” I say, “Let's go stay at the Hawthorn Suites. I can still get the government rate there.”

We walk around the back of the building and see that there is a lower level. I open the door and walk in to find that the area seems to be deserted. As I walk in a bit further, there are tables full of random stuff laying around. Walking in a bit further, we find ourselves in the middle of a flea market. There is a really cute guy standing at a table with a sewing machine who gives me the eye when I walk around the corner.

As I walk by, he asks if I would like him to fix my shirt. He points to where my collar is separating from my t-shirt. I say, “Yes” and take off my shirt. He quickly stitches it back together and hand my shirt back while giving me a really cute grin. I give him a big hug and he holds me tightly. I can feel his rock hard cock throbbing against my body. I quickly notice that I am also rock hard, so I pull in a little closer and rub my cock against his. He tightens his grip and I feel his cock get even bigger and harder. After a moment, we pull away a bit. He is holding my shoulders and I have my hands around his waist. We stare into each other's eyes for a while. We're so close that our noses are nearly touching. I go in for a kiss and suddenly wake up.

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: June 26, 2011 – 9:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking with a couple of friends through a huge, multilevel shopping mall, looking for May's Surplus, a military surplus store. The mall has large spiral staircases throughout the main area, as well as elevators. The center of the common area is open so you can see the floors above and below. The mall is laid out with a main hub area and several wings that branch off from the corners of the hub.

We stop and look at the mall directory and map for a bit. This is no help at all, as the store names don't match what's really there, as well as the shape of the floor layout is wrong. I find May's on the map, but it says it's right behind us. When we turn around, there's a Harbor Freight and a Taco Bell there. One of my friends suggests that we may be on the wrong floor, so we walk toward the nearest elevator.

We step into a large elevator and look at the control panel. The buttons are not very helpful, as the numbers and letters appear to be in Chinese. We look at each other puzzled for a moment, then decide to take “pot luck” and press a button. The door closes and the elevator feels like it's moving quickly. After a brief moment, the elevator stops and we almost fall against the wall from the inertia. The doors open and we are on the same floor, right in front of Taco Bell. Disgusted, I press a couple more buttons, and the elevator starts moving again without closing the doors. We can see several floors go by, and I spot the May's Surplus store as we're moving. I frantically hit a bunch of buttons, but the elevator just speeds up. It finally stops what seems like 5-6 floors away from where we want to be. Deciding that we're getting nowhere, I suggest that we take the stairs.

We walk up a large spiral staircase which leads us out through the roof and up about 3 stories into the sky. There is an exit door at the top of the stairs which leads nowhere. My friends turn around and walk back down the stairs, but I decide to go out the door and climb down the exterior of the stairwell. The stairs and framework are built from steel tubing and beams, so I can see my friends walking down the stairs as I climb down the exterior of the structure. When we get to the bottom and find ourselves standing in the parking lot. I look at my friends with a confused expression for a moment, then walk back into the mall.

When we re-enter the mall, we immediately find the May's entrance. Right at the entrance, there is a display case full of grenades and smoke bombs. On the other side are pallets of banged up ammo cans on sale for $2 each. The nicer ones are $5 each and there are really big ones for $15. We walk in a little further and see display racks full of camouflage wear. This front part of the store is small, but there is an entryway at the back that leads into the larger part of the store.

There is a security checkpoint at a entryway leading to the rest of the store where we go through a TSA-like security screening .While being screened, the security officer asked me to lift my shirt to show the belt line. I lifted my shirt and they told me to turn around and walk over to a table. When I get to the table, the officer told me to turn around and he patted me down, starting at the cuffs of my pants. When he got to my butt, he spent a little extra time patting down that region. He stops and calls another officer over to check me. The second officer comes over and pats my butt for a bit, then says to the other officer, “This one should be checked thoroughly.” Before I know it, there are 4 security officers standing around me, staring at my butt. I turn around and say, “Did you find anything you like?” I give a naughty smile, then turn and walk away.

I catch up to my friends and we continue walking. The entrance that led into the rest of the store actually leads back into the mall again. However, this wing of the mall is in Canada, as there are ICE checkpoints all over the place. We walk down the wing for a bit, then find a store that doesn't have a regular open or glass storefront. Instead, it has a single steel door with a sign above it. The sign is in a foreign language, so I'm not sure what it is. I open the door and wake up.

DJ Log: March 8, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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There was quite a many shopping mall parts before this, but my recall wasn't too good this morning.

I am walking through a shopping mall, then into in a goth-industrial clothing store. I pick out a really fuzzy black and red striped hat, then walk toward the rear of the store, dropping the hat off at the cash register on the way by, There is a rack of discounted t-shirts that looks really interesting, so I flip through them for a bit. None of them really interest me, so I walk back toward the front of the store to dig through a rack of fishnet shirts. There is a black and red striped fishnet shirt that looks like it would match the hat. It has a sale tag on it, but the tag only has a bar code and a bunch of random numbers on it. While I am looking at it, three guys walk by me and into a darkened side room just off the front of the store. One of the guys grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the room with them. One of the guys pulls out a bowl and packs it up with some really smelly weed. They each take a hit, then pass it to me without a lighter. I reach in my pocket for a lighter, then wake up. When I got out of bed, the first words in my mind were, “Never pass a dream bowl to someone without a lighter.”