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    1. Wedding After-Party / Graphical Music / Ecstasy / Nice Kiss

      by , 03-04-2015 at 02:49 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: November 20, 2014 – 8:15PM (USA Eastern)

      (Note: I came home from doing a training class and felt tired, so I took a nap. After this epicness, I will do this more often – hopefully without losing so much detail during logging.)

      I am at wedding reception party with several friends and more. We're in a basement room of a building and it is well furnished. There are many sofas and lounges all around and, as usual, the party is divided into many smaller groups. I am toward the front of the room, hanging out with some of my familiar friends. We're drinking beer and taking turns playing music on the sound system. There is a CD player and my computer is set up with my entire /media/mp3 folder structure.

      The music comes to an end and the announcer says that the newlyweds are going to enjoy a private kiss. I turn and look just as curtains are beginning to close around them. Deciding to be a smart ass, I get up and walk over to my computer and find my porn soundtrack collection and play the Debbie Does Dallas intro part. Strangely, that is not what plays. It is a rather chill drum-n-bass track, maybe something by LTJ Bukem that actually plays. I sit back down, confused as to why the computer played the wrong track, because I don't want anyone to peek out from behind the curtain and see that it was me that played it. I just sit there slightly annoyed as it plays out.

      As I'm waiting for it to end, I sneak a cable into the sound mixer to my phone and turn up the channel. When the track ends, I open up Pandora on my phone and it comes up with a bunch of geometric shapes on the bottom line and a blank top line. I stare at it for a second, then drag one of the shapes from the bottom line to the top. Hard drum-n-bass suddenly starts playing loud. I drag another couple of shapes to the top like and find out that each symbol represents a loop of music as they are playing through and repeating. A couple of people get up and start dancing and are shortly followed by some others. One guy comes over and looks at my phone and says, “That's kinda cool, what is it?” I reply, “It was supposed to be Pandora, but they must have done something really weird on that last update.” I hand him the phone saying, “Here, you figure this mess out.”, then I get up.

      I walk toward the back part of the room and see that the newlywed couple are still in the curtain area. I pass them and go to the back area where there are a lot of people who look like they are absolutely faced on E. I can feel the energy of them all and wander a bit until I find a guy who is as connected to sensation as I am. I walk toward him and look into his eyes as I lightly brush against his arm. He opens his eyes wide and stares at me, saying , “I felt that!”, followed by a big smile. I smile back at him as I move toward the end of the couch he is laying on. I turn and look down at him and he reaches up and grabs me by my hair and pulls me into a kiss. It's quite enjoyable for a moment before I suddenly wake up.
    2. Electronic Music Festival / New Drug: USB / Broken Turntable / Fight

      by , 10-08-2011 at 03:29 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: October 7, 2011 – 9:45PM (USA Eastern)

      (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
    3. House of Sex and Drugs

      by , 04-23-2011 at 04:56 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: April 23, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
      Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

      I am walking around in a large old house, looking into all of the rooms as I walk by. In every room, there are people in the process of taking some kind of drug-like substances. I walk up the stairs and in every room upstairs, there are groups of two or more people having sex.

      Wish I could recall more, but I found my journal after being awake for 3 hours and this is all it said, old house/(illegible text)/doing drugs in rooms/lots of sex upstairs/(illegible text)
      Tags: drugs, old house, sex
      non-lucid , dream fragment
    4. Chasing a Motorcycle Thief Into a Night Club

      by , 03-19-2011 at 04:39 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
      Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

      I am shoveling snow from my driveway and the area just inside the door of my cargo trailer. It's dark and there is about 6 inches of snow on the ground, and about an inch on the road over a layer of ice. A couple of cars drive by very slowly with their flashers on. Suddenly, a motorcycle drives by very quickly then hits one of the cars, causing it to spin around and hit the other car. Another car and a van hit the brakes and slide down the road and end up crashing into the other cars. Shortly after, a pickup truck and another car slide into the wreckage.

      I retrieve a flashlight from the trailer and run to the road to see if everyone is OK. Just then, a whole bunch of people are running down the hill, a lady yelling, “He just stole my motorcycle.” As they pass, the motorcycle restarts the engine and buzzes down the road. I join the chase and we are all taking huge leaping strides while we run. It only takes about 30 steps to cover about a mile (1.6Km) of road until we reach the bottom of the hill and watch the thief run into a building on the edge of town. Everyone stops and I hear someone yell, “You asshole! Don't go and start shit inside the BB&T bank.” I turn around and say, “I'm not afraid to just march into there and find this asshole.” then I run up and push my way through the revolving door. Most of the people follow me into what looks like a sleazy night club, not the bank which it looked like from the outside. We search around a bit, but the bike thief is nowhere to be seen. A random guy walks out into the hallway and asks us if we want to buy some Special K. I decline, then turn around and walk back out the door, being followed by a few others.

      I walk back up the hill toward my house, listening to the people behind me mumbling about how we missed the thief. When I approach my driveway, the others behind me run as fast as they can past me and up the hill into my yard. After a brief moment, I hear a bit of commotion, then one of them yells, “I found him!” I retrieve a pistol from my side holster and start walking up the hill toward them.

      The dream quickly fades and I wake up.