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

DJ Log: October 7, 2011 – 9:45PM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(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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DJ Log: March 26, 2011 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking into a large hotel building that has a huge stadium attached to the side of it. There are several security guards standing at the counter and throughout the building. As I walk toward the counter, one of the security guys decides he doesn't like me for some reason. He pulls out his baton while giving me a couple of hard looks, then starts walking toward me, twirling his baton. I decide that I do not want to find out what his problem is, so I jump into the air and start flying. I fly up over the entry area and into a large open hallway that goes all the way to the top floor. I turn around to see that the security guy is flying after me. I look forward again to see that I'm about to crash into a window. Instead of hitting the glass, I pass right through without any effort and stop outside the building while hovering in the air.

Realizing that I just flew through a window without breaking it and am now hovering in the air, I become lucid and continue my flight. I fly up the side of the building and land on a steep part of the roof. The security guy lands near me and starts running toward me. I do a nose pinch as a quick safety check, then run and jump off the edge of the roof. I nose dive toward the ground, then catch flight and fly through the front of the building into the stadium area. The security guy crashes into the ground, then gets up and walks in the door. At this time, I decide to face him and find out what his issue is. He walks up to me and says nothing, then starts punching and kicking at me. Thinking that this is a boring place for a fight, I fly up into the upper area of the stadium and land on one of the I-beams on a roof truss. I look back and see the guy climbing up the beam toward me. It appears that he has lost his flying ability, or just doesn't want to try and fly again. As he approaches, I jump off the beam and fly through the wall and straight up into the sky.

Once I gain some altitude, I stop and look down at the building. The security guy is standing on the roof, staring up at me. I decide to take him out so I can enjoy the rest of the dream, so I summon a large sword and a shield. I dive straight toward him with the sword pointed at him. When I reach him, I pass through him then crash into the building. I tumble off the roof and fall to the ground, unable to attain flight. When I stand up, everything quickly fades before I have a moment to stabilize.