...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: October 7, 2012 – 7:00PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: After an exhaustive weekend running sound at an electronic music festival, I get back home and decide to take an early evening nap after surfing the 'net for a bit.)

I am sitting in my truck in the driveway of my parent's old house. My Mom is in the driver's seat, talking to Dad on the phone and I am in the passenger seat. My brother is sitting in the back seat playing with a small electronic game. The weather is mixed rain/snow and the snow is building up on the trees on the mountain. Occasionally, the snow falls from the trees and a couple of small branches break off as the snow crashes to the ground. My brother jumps out of the back seat of the truck and runs off. I roll down the window so I can hear the snow falling from the trees.

Mom finishes up on the phone and tells me that Dad's flight was diverted because of the storm and he is currently in Delaware. She said it would be another 2-3 hours before he could get a different flight home. I told Mom, “I'll pick him up at the airport. Just let me know when he is supposed to arrive.” I look at my watch and see that it is 8:88PM. I just roll my eyes and look out the window again.

I see my brother running into the woods. Once into the woods, he fires off a couple of shots with his rifle. I get out of the truck and quickly follow him into the woods. When I get there, he tells me that he just threw the smaller rifle back the trail because it jammed. He walks off and reloads the larger rifle. As I walk back the trail to retrieve the jammed rifle, I see that there is a horse hanging out in the woods just a bit further back. As I approach, I can hear that the horse is laughing and exchanging jokes with my brother. I walk up to the horse and exchange a hi-5 and a fist bump. As I walk away, the horse says, "have a good one, dude!", then laughs some more.

I walk across a small bridge over a stream and look at my watch again. It says 8:88PM. I tap the watch face a couple of times and look again. It still says 8:88PM.

Suddenly, I wake up. I lay in bed for a moment with the palm of my left hand firmly planted against my forehead. Once I confirm that I have clear recall, I get up to write this DJ entry. As I walk to the computer, I cuss myself for missing so many obvious dream signs.

DJ Log: June 12, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am bicycling up the mountain road with my brother to go pick up my box truck which I left behind a few days ago. Along the way, we stop and pick up some bamboo, then go down a narrow dirt lane. I tell him that I parked it back here near one of the ponds. We arrive at the truck and find that the parking pull-off is flooded and it is up to its frame in flood water.

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.

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