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

DJ Log: February 1, 2016 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving a very small car up a steep mountain road. On the right side is a steep uphill grade and to the left is a sharp drop-off into a river far below. I drive along for a bit when my passenger tells me to turn into a small road that goes up to the right. I turn and drive up a very steep and narrow road. After a short bit, the road narrows even more with trees really close on both sides. After another short while, the surface of the road becomes engulfed by the roots of trees. Eventually, the roadway becomes elevated on top of the roots which is now quite a ways above the ground. I approach a corner in the road and some of the roots are broken away, making it impossible to drive on. We get out of the car and walk the rest of the way around the turn and down the road.



Eventually the tree root road comes down along a fence and meets the ground. I am walking toward a farm house where a woman is washing clothes in a tub and putting them through a wringer before hanging on a line to dry. I continue walking toward an outbuilding where I meet up with some familiar DC’s. They invite me inside to find a bar and pool tables.

DJ Log: April 3, 2013 – 6:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving through an older development in my home town, looking for a place where a friend of mine from many years ago lives. I pull into a circle at the end of a street and say to myself, “Shit, I think I'm on the wrong street. I should be on the next street over.” I pull into a driveway to turn around, then I start to back up. As soon as I turn my head, I see the guy I'm looking for walking into his house. I stop and wave and he waves back. I roll down my window and tell him, “I'm looking for a certain place and I'll come back once I check it out.” He waves again and walks inside.

I drive around to the next street over and try to drive up the road. The road is blocked, so I get out and walk into what looks like a clothing store in the middle of the road. I look for a moment, then turn around and walk back to the house I stopped at before. I knock on the door and my friend answers the door and says, “Come on in.” I walk in and just inside the door, he stops and looks at me, then he smiles and reaches up and boops me on the nose and gives me a really cute grin. We talk for a bit then I wake up.

DJ Log: November 18, 2012 – 6:45PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: After being awakened by the phone earlier in the morning due for an emergency call, I took a nap this afternoon to try and catch up on a little lost sleep.)

I am traveling with a group of friends on a highway. I am in my car with another guy and there are a few other friends in separate vehicles. I am leading the line of us in the right lane as several vehicles pass us in the left lane.

Suddenly, a huge wreck happens right in front of me. I brake and swerve to the right and end up getting sideswiped by one of the crashing cars. This pushes my car into the guard rail, causing my car to spin around in a circle. While spinning, a small SUV strikes my front end. My car finishes the full spin and then hits the guard rail again and slides to a stop on its left side.

After a bit of struggle, I manage to free myself and crawl away from the car. My legs are hurt, so I use my arms to drag myself away from the car and into the grass. As I crawl, I push away debris to avoid dragging myself over it. I find an inflated airbag laying in the grass, so I lean against it and then try to find out why my legs are tingling and won't work. My legs look fine. There are no tears in my jeans and no visible blood anywhere.

One of my friends who was driving separately runs up and asks me, “Are you OK?” I reply, “Yes. Is the passenger OK?” He replies, “He was taken to the hospital, but he is going to be OK.” I ask, “What was wrong?” He replies, “He got his leg caught under the dash.”

Suddenly, I can feel my legs again and they start working. I ask for a hand getting up. He helps me to my feet and I am able to stand up on my own. One of the medics walks over and asks me if I need assistance. I refuse medical assistance and he walks away.

DJ Log: December 31, 2011 – 3:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am parked along the road in a junky Saturn car, cleaning trash off the dash and floor. I stuff a bunch of trash into a couple of plastic shopping bags, then I open the glove box to find that there is a pile of chicken wings in the middle with BBQ and honey mustard dumped in along the sides. Becoming a bit grossed out, I pull out the whole glove box and throw it out along the road. I start the car and back it along the grassy area off the ride of the road. I find a dirt bridge over the large ditch that I can cross and turn around on.

DJ Log: October 2, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving around with a friend through the outskirts of the city. We pull into an abandoned industrial lot to see if there are any good places to go offroading. My friend says, “I don't think we should be driving around in here.” I reply with a question, “Would you like to get out and walk?” He replies, “No.”

On the right side are a couple of hills with lots of trails going up and down them. On the left is a line of trees and straight ahead is a muddy area. I look at the hills and the mud pit for a while, deciding which I want to hit first. As I think, I reach down and engage the transfer case into 4x4 mode. My friends puts on his seat belt and grabs the oh-shit handle with a nervous look on his face. I back up to get a running start, then hit the mud hole as fast as I can. The truck sinks into the mud quite a bit, but I am able to pull through easily. I turn around and drive through the mud again while doing some donuts in the middle of the pit.

My friend says, “Let's pull over by the trees and fire up a doobie.” I look over at him and see that he is holding a large doobie and a lighter. I drive over by the trees, then up and around the mid pit to the top end of the lot. The top of the lot connects to one of the city streets and the back sides of several buildings line the edge of the lot. We stop right in the middle of the lot and light up the doobie. He takes the first couple hits, then I take a couple. It tastes really good and I immediately get high as hell.

I pass on the second round, saying, “I'll skip this one. I don't want to get so high that I forget how to get out of here.” He looks at me and says, “Snausages.” I give him a puzzled look, then start up the truck and drive off. As I drive, he keeps laughing and pointing at things outside. I look at him and ask, “Your eyes look funny, are you high?” He just laughs again.

DJ Log: June 23, 2011 – 9:00PM (USA Eastern)
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I am hanging out in a large house with a friend who is in a fight with his wife. He packs up a suitcase full of stuff, then turns around and looks at me. He passes a message to me telepathically to run as fast as I can into the corner room, wait for him, then slam the door shut and lock it. I do just that, then we run up a set of stairs and into a large attic area. We run all the way to the other end of the attic, then down another set of stairs into another level of the house. We run down a long hallway, then duck out through a side door that leads outside.

I follow him through the yard and around a corner to a road that has tall trees on both sides. We run for a little while and come upon a Jeep that is in a pull-off. When we get in the Jeep and the terrain suddenly changes into a video game like GTA3. He jumps in the driver's seat at first, but I tell him to get out and I am driving. As we're driving, he is giving me directions on where to drive. I get annoyed by this, then make a sudden turn and jump over an embankment. We are staring at the sky for a moment, then land in a shopping center parking lot. I ditch the guy in the parking lot, then continue to drive around.

I hit another jump and land inside a large building. There are many empty rooms which I can drive through. I drive even faster, as I find that I can pass right through the walls. I blast through the building, then end up on a long section of road. There is a sign at the end of the road that says EXIT. As I pass under the sign, I wake up.

(Note: There was much more action and many details lost in this one. My brain was emptying itself faster than I could type it into my dream journal. I'll take anything I can get, considering this is the first recall at all in the last 3 weeks.)

DJ Log: May 30, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving into a shopping center parking lot to meet up with several friends. It is a large strip mall with a grocery store on the right side and several smaller stores on the left. A few friends are already parked in front of the grocery store and are standing around talking behind their cars. I drive through the parking lot and select a front row parking space a couple of rows away from the grocery store.

As I am preparing to back into a parking spot, this old guy in a Buick jumps into my parking spot. I stop and yell at the guy for stealing my spot. He just looks at me with a puzzled look and continues to back into my spot. I put my truck back into “drive” and floor the accelerator to do a power slide, turning around to face the guy. I use psychokinesis to push the car out of the way, then I pull into the parking spot. After parking, I decide that I don't like this spot anymore, so I back out and drive over by the grocery store where my friends are at.

I park in the end row near where my friends are parked at. We bullshit for a little while then start walking toward the store. As we near the store, I see a guy wearing a giant fro-wig. He looks a lot like this guy Moritz who does an awesome synth jam-out session on YouTube (LINK). As I'm watching, he takes the wig off and reveals medium-length blonde-streaked hair underneath. I think to myself, “Yay! The mystery of what's under the wig is now solved.”

We all walk into the store and I retrieve a shopping cart. I walk through the second set of automatic doors and wake up.

While making this DJ entry, I realized that I completed the basic task of the month a second time in the same month. Now, if only I could get the advanced task.

DJ Log: May 14, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am Justin Bieber's chauffeur for the evening and I'm driving him around in a small hover car, stopping frequently so he can autograph posters and CDs.

DJ Log: May 2, 2011 – 4:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am trying to drive an old 1984-85 Toyota 4Runner, but the manual transmission is producing unpredictable results. Every time I select a gear and release the clutch, the vehicle goes in a different direction. Most of the time it goes backwards, but sometimes it goes sideways or forward. After stopping at stop sign, I become frustrated with the transmission's inability to drive forward so I get out and walk.

DJ Log: March 18, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving far out in an unfamiliar area, trying to figure out how to get where I'm going with a GPS unit. According to the GPS map, there is a large river between me and the place I want to be. The map is very unclear, as the small roads disappear once I zoom out far enough to see my destination. The automatic route calculator is not working at all. There are only two bridges across the river, but both bridges are far out of the way. My GPS tells me to take a small road ahead, which turns out to be a small one lane road, terminating at a farm house. I turn around and head back to the main road.

I ignore the GPS and continue to drive along the river bank, looking for a bridge or a shallow area I can drive across. After driving for a while, I stop at a yard sale at a mobile home. There is an older lady who has exotic homemade chocolates and candies for sale. I ask her if she knows how to get to (don't recall name) and she tells me she's not really sure how to get there. I ask her how to cross the river and she just gives me a confused look. As I am walking away, she calls me back over and gives me a couple bags of chocolates for my trip. I offer her some money, but she refuses to accept it. I thank her, then drive off.