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

DJ Log: November 17, 2011 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting on front of my computer, scrolling backwards through "Post Pictures of Yourself" thread. There were several familiar names, but I am unable to recall them. As I was browsing, a couple of the pictures would animate, give me a dirty look, then climb out of the screen and walk out of the room.

DJ Log: October 31, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working on the interior of a commercial building with several other guys. We are walking around on top of the walls, installing the hangers for a suspended ceiling. I'm joking around with one of the guys about taking down the ladder while someone is working up on the walls. When I go to get down from the wall, the ladder is gone. I step off the wall and float down to the ground. The other guys stop and give me a really strange look as I pick up the ladder and crumple it up into a ball, then throw it into a trash can. I pick up a packet of the ceiling hanger brackets, then float back up to the top of the wall and continue working.

DJ Log: October 7, 2011 – 9:45PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: When I came home from work today, I was quite tired. After getting laundry started, I laid down a took a nap at around 7:00pm. I woke up nearly 3 hours later, and wrote this down.)

I am at a large multi-stage outdoor electronic music festival. I hook up my stage and power it up, then do a sound check. The first DJ comes on and starts playing, and then I walk off to check out the other stages. I walk past another stage area that is still setting up, and find a couple of friends. I stop and bullshit with them for a bit, then I hear music start in another area. I walk over and there is a small sound system sitting on the tailgate of a truck. Unexcited, I walk off again. As I walk, I find some guys talking about all of the drugs they have for sale. One guy tells me about this brand new drug called USB. I am skeptical, but I buy a pill from him. I don't take it, but rather just stick it in my pocket for later.

I walk down along a fence line and see some electrical cabling that looks like it was left over from another gig. There is a transformer laying on the ground that looks like someone tried to set on fire. It's covered in ashes and is halfway stuck into the ground. Just as I am looking at it, a couple of people walk by and start chatting with me about when the next stage is going to turn on. I walk with them back to an empty stage area and find my brother spinning a record on a single turntable. Just as we're starting to catch up, the stage next to us turns on their sound system and does a sound check. My brother takes the record and puts it back in his case.

One of the guys that was walking with me comes up and points at the record player, asking, “What is this round disk thingy? What is this? Huh?” He grabs the tone arm and grinds it back and forth into the platen, then twists and bends it all around. He pushes the turn table off the stage, knocking it onto the ground. I stand up, ready for a fight and say, “What the fuck did you do that for?” He backs up a bit, then raises his fists and comes toward me. I put one leg up on the stage, then the other. He lunges at me and I grab him and wrestle him to the ground. As I pound on him, he says, “OK, I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new turn table.” I let him up and he starts babbling about some random bullshit. I remind him that he just broke my turn table, and he walks back over and looks at it. I pick it up and see that the case is broken, the tone arm is all bent up, and the power cord has been severed. He says, “I'll take it over here and get it fixed.” He picks it up and walks off.

The stage next to us puts on the first DJ. I look over to see that they have a huge line of subwoofers on the front of the stage and a few main PA speakers on risers, just off the stage ends. I walk over to hear the sound, and notice that there is hardly any bass at all. I walk along the row of subs and then through the space behind the mains. There is a security guy sitting on the stage who looks at me while I walk past. As I come out from behind the speakers, there are two more that are looking at me funny. One of the guys says to me, “What, do you think this is some kind of a dream or something? You can't just walk around all over the place like that.” I reply, “Sure I can, silly. This is just a dream. I can do whatever I want.” He looks at me with a puzzled look, the walks away.

I walk back toward my stage, deciding to stop in and check out everything inside my utility tent. I open the tent and see several boxes stacked in the corner and all of the packing material that has spilled out of one which fell over. I go in the tent and stuff all the bubble wrap back into the box and close it. I put the box on the pile, then exit the tent. I ask my brother, “Have you seen my camera?” He replies, “I think it's still in your truck.” I walk toward my truck and wake up.

When I wake up, I realize what just happened. , followed by

DJ Log: September 12, 2011 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around at a gay pride event. Sometimes, I'm gliding along the ground instead of walking. I'm following a secondary line of people through a building, parallel to the main crowd, then out onto the street. Once outside, I stop and talk to a couple of people who are hanging out near a dumpster.

DJ Log: September 7, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving a small car on a mountain highway. The traffic is barely moving and some cars are driving up the shoulder. Once the traffic completely stops, I get out of the car and notice that the car is shrinking as I step out and close the door. I retrieve a remote control from my pocket and drive the car around by remote. I drive up the shoulder and under a semi trailer. As I drive, the car continues to shrink to a much smaller size. Eventually, the car is so small that I can barely see it just a few feet ahead of me.

DJ Log: June 4, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving up a mountain on a narrow dirt road with Chris, a friend of mine. We pull into a dirt pull-off along the road to get out to stretch our legs for a bit. The area is heavily wooded and there are birds flying around through the trees. There are a couple of other cars parked on the upper side of the area. An abandoned bus is parked on the lower side of the area. Some of the windows have been broken out and one of the windows has a metal panel over it which has been shot full of holes. There are boards tacked to a tree in front of the bus which are also full of bullet holes.

I decide to walk over and check out bus a bit closer. It looks like most of the seats have been removed and the interior is full of random junk. The bus is covered in all kinds of paintings and has “Hippie Love Bus” painted across the front. As I walk around to the other side of the bus, I find the door. I push on the door to open it, then step inside. After taking a couple of steps inside, I can see that there are two people sleeping in the back. I don't want to disturb them, so I turn around and quietly walk out. I tell Chris about it, and he says, “Really?” He walks up and knocks on the window. A couple of hippies that were sleeping in there wake up and say, “WTF”. They are quite alarmed at first, but after waking up a bit, we all hang out and talk for a while.

After talking for a while, I look around and notice how much the surroundings have changed. The dirt pull-off is now a regular paved parking lot. The wooded area is now a field with a large farm house in the distance. There are only a few trees scattered around the fence lines of the field. There is a restaurant to the left that looks like a Denny's. I look at Chris and say, “How convenient. There is a restaurant at the end of the universe.” He says, “What can I say? Do you expect perfect continuity in this?” I look at him, puzzled for a moment, then start walking toward the restaurant.

Once inside, we sit down and order something from the menu. The waitress brings out a plate with a cold can of pork-n-beans sitting on it. I stare at it for a moment, then look to see that Chris has a can of corned beef hash sitting on his plate. I say, “Let's go and find something better than this to eat.” We leave the restaurant and walk back over by the bus. The hippies have started the bus and are preparing to leave. I notice that for some reason I am still carrying my plate from the restaurant, so I walk back toward the restaurant to get rid of the plate.

As I walk, I see a lady standing behind a small pickup truck, talking on the phone. Another truck is backing up in front of it and runs into it with the trailer hitch. While talking on the phone, she grabs the truck by the tailgate and pulls it away from the other truck. She says, “I don't want anyone hitting the Memory Mobile.” The guy in the other truck gets out and apologizes to her for bumping into her truck.

I turn around and look back to see that the bus driving away and Chris is standing there, looking at me with a confused look. I wake up and cuss myself for not becoming lucid.

DJ Log: May 23, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding a bicycle around the parking lot of our local shopping mall. The bicycle moves at will, as I do not have to pedal it at all. Another cyclist asks me, "What kind of bike is that? It looks like it works pretty good." I reply, "It's a piece of junk that I cobbled together from random junk. Have a nice day." I grab the handlebars and the bike takes off through the middle of the parking lot.

Quitting smoking was the worst thing I could have ever done to the dream world. I had zero-recall for about 2 months and have just recently been able to recall small fragments. I usually won't post a fragment to my online dream journal unless I can make at least 3 good sentences out of it. I've had a lot of fragments, at least 3-4 per night for the last few days. This one is the first in which I can recall some dialogue between a dream character and myself. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of my lack-of-nicotine-induced dry spell.

DJ Log: March 12, 2011 – ~4:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am laying naked on my bed, trying to read a book with very small text. I rotate the book in several different directions, but the text is totally impossible to read. Just as I put the book down, a young guy with long blonde hair walks into my room and says, “It's time for your meltdown.” As I am look for my alarm clock which is not there, I reply, “Isn't it a bit early?” He says, “No, certainly not.” After giving me a strange look, he climbs up on the bed and says, “Roll over, then cross your arms under your chest and bring your hands up and out from under your shoulders.” As I do this, he lays down on my back and grabs both of my hands. His hair is hanging down past my face.

He slowly lifts my upper section slightly off the bed by my arms, holds me up for a few seconds, then lowers me slowly back onto the bed. I can feel his body get very warm as his aura combines with mine. He lifts me a second time and I begin to feel a warm and tingling sensation through my back and shoulders as I am being lowered back to the bed. When he lowers me the third time, the sensation becomes stronger and travels all the way down my legs. On the fourth lift, his legs melt down through me and become part of mine. When he lowers me, the rest of his body melts down and becomes part of mine. As we are merging, I can feel my internal organs shifting around to make room for an extra set. This is quite a strange feeling, but it doesn't hurt or anything.

Somehow, I come to my senses and become lucid. I roll off my bed and walk out of my room. As soon as I walk through the doorway, I lose my lucidity and the dream.

One of these fine days I will learn to take a moment and stabilize every time I become lucid. I'm certain that I was starting to aim for lucidity twice in the beginning of this dream; once when I couldn't read the text of the book, and a second time when I couldn't find my alarm clock. This is not the first time I have missed several clearly obvious dream signs, and it certainly won't be the last.

I don't recall waking up directly from this one. There were a couple of dreams after this one, but I don't have much recall of them. This is the one that stood out from the rest in my memory and I think I lost the others while recalling and writing this one.

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.”

DJ Log: February 26, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing at the shore of a small lake with several people, some younger and some older. The morning sun is shining through the valley, illuminating a large section right in the middle of the lake. A heavy mist is lingering at the edges of the lake that are not yet receiving direct sunlight. The air is a bit cool, but the sun is quite warm. There are birds swooping down and picking up small bugs that are flying just above the water. At the opposite end of the lake, there is a another group of people swimming around.

I pick up a large bag full of pool floaties and begin to inflate them with an air compressor that's conveniently sitting near the edge of the water. (Note: Why this didn't seem strange enough to make me question reality, I will never know...) The kids all jump in first and grab the floaties, then float off to the middle of the lake. I continue to inflate and throw floaties to the kids. Some of them look like small air mattresses and some of them are giant rubber duckies. The last floatie had a large hole in it and won't hold air, so I drop it on the ground. I pick up a couple floating chairs, unfold them and set them on the water. Thinking that I am ready to get in the water, I walk over to a picnic table so I have somewhere dry to lay my clothes.

I pull my shirt off and look back at the water. I am a bit concerned that there are sharp rocks or other things in the water that I don't want to step on, so I decide to leave my shoes on. I already have my swimming shorts on under my pants, so I remove my belt and take my pants pants off, noticing that there is a two-way radio clipped on my pants. I walk toward the water and think for a second, “It's February! It's way too cold to swim! Wait a minute, how did I take my pants off with my shoes on?” I become lucid, then turn around and start walking back to the picnic table where I left my clothes.

I wake up and RC a couple times, thinking at least I was lucid for 5 seconds. I should have tried to stabilize, but then again it's 9:30AM and I usually never sleep this late.

DJ Log: February 26, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down the sidewalk of a large strip mall, gazing in the windows of some stores. All of the stores have Lucid or Dreaming in their names. Some of the names include: Lucid Books; Kitchen Dreams; Lucid Cigars; Lucid Beer, Wine, and Dreams; $1 Dream Store.

I woke up and cussed myself for not noticing all these signs.

DJ Log: February 19, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in a poorly-lit parking lot of a strip mall, chugging a thick, bitter bottled drink of some kind. I throw the empty bottle on the ground and reach into the bag to grab another. Just as I open the second bottle, a young female DC who is walking by picks up the empty bottle and hands it back to me, saying, “Don't litter here. It's not cool, dude.” She walks away, cussing me under her breath. I look at the bottle closely and notice that the drink is called ESCAPE and right under the title it says The Ultimate Lucid Induction Drink. I throw the empty bottle on the ground again continue to chug the second bottle.

When I woke up, I was a bit mad at myself for not noticing that one. Wouldn't it be nice if there was such a drink?