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

DJ Log: August 20, 2014 – 2:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am staying the night at a friend's house after a large party. He has a roommate who sleeps in the corner of the room. I am not at all interested in the roommate, but he is flirting with me and won't leave me alone. My friend has a huge bed, so I pick a corner and try to go to sleep. The roommate pushes me off the bed and tries to drag me into his bed in the corner of the room. He keeps holding onto me and humping me. I finally get fed up and pick up my things and leave. I am a bit upset as I am leaving because I cannot find my camera bag. I look for a little bit then decide to just leave, assuming I had lost it at the party. If I left it at the house, my friend will give it back when he finds it. Just as I am walking out the door, my friend says, “Hold on a second. Here is your camera stuff.” He hands me a milk crate full of loose camera parts. I can see that the lens is detached from the camera, but I am happy enough just to have it back.

I walk outside into a parking lot which is elongated in shape and has a couple of construction vehicles parked in it. I put my things into the truck and get in the driver's seat. As I am warming up the engine a bit, I am talking to a guy who is standing outside about what just happened. He asks, “Do you think it may have been a bad dream, or do you think it really happened?” I reply, “I don't know. It was just weird. The guy wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, so I left.”

He gives me a rather strange look and points behind me and says, “Well then, what about that?” I turn around just in time to see a large amount of water blasting against the driver side of my truck. It was a strong stream of water similar to what would come from an open fire hydrant. Through the windshield and passenger side, I see the water fly through the air and against some of the houses on the other side of the parking lot. As quick as it started, it stops. I look left again and see a large truck with some kind of sprayer on the rear of it. I turn back and say to the guy, “I'm glad that my driver side window was shut when that happened. If it wasn't, that would be a big mess.” He just looks at me blankly. I stare back at him for a moment, thinking that he looks a little familiar. I am trying to connect the face and name, but cannot make the connection. Suddenly, another huge blast of water hits the side of my truck and passes through the air. This time, the water passes by slowly and hovers in the air as a solid blob of water rather than a spray. I look at it for a moment, then I look at the guy outside my passenger window. He stares back at me with a blank look at morphs into a surprised/shocked look as I become lucid. I rev my engine and tell the guy, “Now, it's time to fuck with this asshole for fucking with me.”

I put my truck into reverse and fully depress the accelerator pedal. I roast off some tire while backing and whip the steering to the right and the truck does a 180 slide to the left. I stop for a moment and survey the scene. On the other side of the sprayer truck is a bunch of people with horses in a small corral made of temporary fending. The guy I was talking to is running away between a couple of the houses. I look back ahead and see a guy get out of and run away from the sprayer truck. I press the brake and accelerator pedal and start a burnout in the truck. When I see the tire smoke start to wrap around to the side windows, I let off the brake and aim for the guy that was spraying me with water. I steer around a bit to keep the tires spinning and sliding, yet moving forward while burning out. I run over a row of metal posts and a couple of signs while chasing the guy around. He ducks behind a stack of wooden crates full of corn. I turn and smash into the crates and run over the guy. I decide that I should fly out of there, but I can't get the truck off the ground. I look on the dash and see a button labeled “Fly”. When I press the button, I suddenly wake up. Fuuuu, I hate those wake-up buttons.

DJ Log: August 4, 2013 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm with a whole bunch of people and we're in some kind of a swimming competition through some caverns behind a waterfall. As we are swimming into the caverns, we arrive at a standing column of water which defies gravity. It goes up for a bit and disappears into a cave. I can see far into the bottom, but cannot tell where it goes. A couple of the guys jump into it, so I take a couple deep breaths then jump in and swim all of the way to the bottom. It turns at the bottom then goes back up for a bit before exiting into the river just below the falls. I climb out and walk back to the caverns and find a second larger column of water. I jump in with a couple of other guys and we swim all of the way down again and it exits into the river again.

DJ Log: July 1, 2013 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm an in the woods in a log cabin on the edge of the cliff near a creek. The creek is quite large, but it's not quite a river. I just finished building the place and it looks pretty cool. There is a large multi-level deck which goes all the way to the creek below. I'm sitting on the front deck, messing around with a couple aluminum parts of some kind which are all muddy. I climb down to a lower level deck to the creek and begin to rinse off the parts. I use an old toothbrush to reach into the corners. As I'm washing them, the water suddenly stops moving. As I sit there for a bit, staring at the water, it starts moving again. A friend of mine is on some kind of excavator machine and is digging some large rocks out of the creek. As he was doing that, I feel the cliff side move a bit as a crack began to open up. I told my brother about it who was standing on the side not paying attention. The cliff moved again, so I climbed up onto the other side. There are several places where it is starting to crack and fall in. As I'm climbing up, the land is falling into the creek. I finally get to a good spot where the ground is not moving and wake up.

DJ Log: October 13, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: This entry was written in my DJ notebook, but it never made it into the computer.)/I][/COLOR]

I am walking toward a familiar beach with a couple of friends. The sky is a bit cloudy and it is a little cool out. As we get closer to the water, my friend says. “It's a bit cool for swimming, isn't it?” I reply, “I am not swimming. Watch this.”

I start running toward the water and when I reach the edge, I jump onto the surface of the water and start sliding over the surface like it's frozen. There are a few other people swimming and playing in the water. I slide for quite some time, then stop and look back toward the shore. My friend is standing there, dumbfounded.

I look up and see that there is a large chunk of ice hanging about 15' over the surface of the water toward the shore. Thinking that this is the ice that froze during high tide, I want to climb up and check it out. I glide back to the shore and my friend is standing at the water's edge, staring at me. I get to the edge of the water and he says, “You're starting to sink.” I look down and see that my feet are about 2” below the surface of the water. I step out of the water, then walk toward a set of stairs on the beach.

I climb the stairs to get to the upper ice layer. When I get to the edge, it looks kind of crumbly and unstable. I lift myself by the railings, then lower myself onto the ice. When I do, the ice breaks away under my weight. I go back to the stairs and go back to the beach. I look around for my friend, but he must have walked off.

As I'm looking for him, my phone rings. I reach into my pocket and pull out a flip phone. When I flip it open and look at the screen, there is an incoming call with no name and an IP address under it. I push the answer button and say hello, then I suddenly wake up.