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

DJ Log: August 20, 2014 – 2:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am staying the night at a friend's house after a large party. He has a roommate who sleeps in the corner of the room. I am not at all interested in the roommate, but he is flirting with me and won't leave me alone. My friend has a huge bed, so I pick a corner and try to go to sleep. The roommate pushes me off the bed and tries to drag me into his bed in the corner of the room. He keeps holding onto me and humping me. I finally get fed up and pick up my things and leave. I am a bit upset as I am leaving because I cannot find my camera bag. I look for a little bit then decide to just leave, assuming I had lost it at the party. If I left it at the house, my friend will give it back when he finds it. Just as I am walking out the door, my friend says, “Hold on a second. Here is your camera stuff.” He hands me a milk crate full of loose camera parts. I can see that the lens is detached from the camera, but I am happy enough just to have it back.

I walk outside into a parking lot which is elongated in shape and has a couple of construction vehicles parked in it. I put my things into the truck and get in the driver's seat. As I am warming up the engine a bit, I am talking to a guy who is standing outside about what just happened. He asks, “Do you think it may have been a bad dream, or do you think it really happened?” I reply, “I don't know. It was just weird. The guy wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, so I left.”

He gives me a rather strange look and points behind me and says, “Well then, what about that?” I turn around just in time to see a large amount of water blasting against the driver side of my truck. It was a strong stream of water similar to what would come from an open fire hydrant. Through the windshield and passenger side, I see the water fly through the air and against some of the houses on the other side of the parking lot. As quick as it started, it stops. I look left again and see a large truck with some kind of sprayer on the rear of it. I turn back and say to the guy, “I'm glad that my driver side window was shut when that happened. If it wasn't, that would be a big mess.” He just looks at me blankly. I stare back at him for a moment, thinking that he looks a little familiar. I am trying to connect the face and name, but cannot make the connection. Suddenly, another huge blast of water hits the side of my truck and passes through the air. This time, the water passes by slowly and hovers in the air as a solid blob of water rather than a spray. I look at it for a moment, then I look at the guy outside my passenger window. He stares back at me with a blank look at morphs into a surprised/shocked look as I become lucid. I rev my engine and tell the guy, “Now, it's time to fuck with this asshole for fucking with me.”

I put my truck into reverse and fully depress the accelerator pedal. I roast off some tire while backing and whip the steering to the right and the truck does a 180 slide to the left. I stop for a moment and survey the scene. On the other side of the sprayer truck is a bunch of people with horses in a small corral made of temporary fending. The guy I was talking to is running away between a couple of the houses. I look back ahead and see a guy get out of and run away from the sprayer truck. I press the brake and accelerator pedal and start a burnout in the truck. When I see the tire smoke start to wrap around to the side windows, I let off the brake and aim for the guy that was spraying me with water. I steer around a bit to keep the tires spinning and sliding, yet moving forward while burning out. I run over a row of metal posts and a couple of signs while chasing the guy around. He ducks behind a stack of wooden crates full of corn. I turn and smash into the crates and run over the guy. I decide that I should fly out of there, but I can't get the truck off the ground. I look on the dash and see a button labeled “Fly”. When I press the button, I suddenly wake up. Fuuuu, I hate those wake-up buttons.

DJ Log: March 3, 2012 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am traveling to CA with a friend of mine, who will be known as "M" in this entry. We land at the airport and grab a rental car. Once we drive into town, I pull into a familiar shopping center and point out a couple of places which we should visit. There are several restaurants and shops all connected together.

We park, then walk into a place called Game Depot. It's a huge arcade connected to a mall. We walk through the arcade and into a dollar store. I pick up a small box fan and the case falls apart in my hands. I comment, “Cheap fucking junk...”, and then put it down. I pick up another fan and it is built a little better. I walk down the row and pick up a couple of other things, then head over to the cashier. While checking out, I ask my friend if we should go check into our hotel before cruising around the rest of the town. He says, “Yes.” I say, “Let's go stay at the Hawthorn Suites. I can still get the government rate there.”

We walk around the back of the building and see that there is a lower level. I open the door and walk in to find that the area seems to be deserted. As I walk in a bit further, there are tables full of random stuff laying around. Walking in a bit further, we find ourselves in the middle of a flea market. There is a really cute guy standing at a table with a sewing machine who gives me the eye when I walk around the corner.

As I walk by, he asks if I would like him to fix my shirt. He points to where my collar is separating from my t-shirt. I say, “Yes” and take off my shirt. He quickly stitches it back together and hand my shirt back while giving me a really cute grin. I give him a big hug and he holds me tightly. I can feel his rock hard cock throbbing against my body. I quickly notice that I am also rock hard, so I pull in a little closer and rub my cock against his. He tightens his grip and I feel his cock get even bigger and harder. After a moment, we pull away a bit. He is holding my shoulders and I have my hands around his waist. We stare into each other's eyes for a while. We're so close that our noses are nearly touching. I go in for a kiss and suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: July 25, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking into a garage with a small workshop area off to the side. There are a couple of covered cars sitting in the garage, as well as many piles of parts. There is a large workbench in the back of the garage with disassembled engines on it. There is a motorcycle frame on a stand near the bench. In the corner of the garage is a doorway which leads into a smaller workshop area with a bench, a toolbox and some power tools on the bench.

I walk into the workshop area and find a guy sitting on a stool at the bench. When I walk in, he looks at me and smiles as he is working on a carburetor. I ask his name, and he replies, “I'm David.” We talk for a bit about his Toyota trike. He explains to me all about how he is changing the V-6 engine out for a supercharged 4-cylinder with much more horsepower. While he is talking, we walk out into the garage area. I read the nameplate on the fender and it says something like Corado, but the letters look different every time I try to read it. The rear half looks like a dune buggy and the front looks like a Harley Davidson.

When I go to sit down on a milk crate in the garage, I feel something uncomfortable in my back pocket. I reach back and pull a remote control out of my pocket. While looking at the remote, something seems a bit off. I look at David and say, “I went to sleep with this remote in my pocket, so this means that this is a dream and I am lucid.”

I am puzzled by why I would have gone to sleep with a remote control in my pocket. Perhaps, in an attempt to produce a satisfactory reason why this would have happened, I was able to identify that I was dreaming.

I immediately become lucid. David looks at me like I am crazy, and then walks back into the workshop area and sits down on a stool. I follow him to the workshop and say, “This is a dream. Do you know what that means?” He looks at me puzzled for a moment, and then says, “Does this mean that you're going to kill me, then rape me?” I reply, “No, silly. We're going to make sweet, sweet love, right here on top of the toolbox.”

We begin kissing, and then fall backward onto the toolbox. The toolbox is not a very comfortable object to lean against, so we roll onto the floor and continue kissing. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him in even closer, and he does the same. We both melt into the floor in a full-on make out session. Without any warning, I wake up.

DJ Log: May 8, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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Note: This one may be a little too juicy for the online DJ, so a once sentence summary shall be posted here...

The most awesome non-lucid dream sex ever, then awakening during the 'grand finale'.

DJ Log: April 23, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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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)