All DJ Entries

I'm somewhere on Bali. I'm with one white male friend, though I forgot who. It may have been San. There are also some other people. At first I'm talking with two other guys I think. I've packed my suitcase a tiny bit, but still need to do a lot. We were doing something unrelated to packing for a while. Then I look at an analogue clock and see the time. If I remember correctly, it was close to noon. It is already way too late. I'm gonna miss my flight! I start packing everything real quickly and in a panicky way.

Somewhere along the dream I start looking for my boarding pass, which is already printed. I panic some more because I can't find it. Eventually I do find it, but then lose it again. At first I'm happy that I'm already checked in, because that will save me quite some time and maybe allow me to catch my plane. Then I realise that I have baggage that needs to be checked in as well, so it doesn't matter that I'm already checked in. Damn.

An intermezzo into a different dream situation. I'm standing in front of Fer's room together with San. I knock on the door and within a second San opens it. Dude.. you're supposed to wait... Fer is on her bed and scrambles to cover herself with the blanket. Somehow a bit later, Fer is gone and I'm in the room with San. He starts messing through her stuff. I tell him to stop. This is not his business and we have things to do. He keeps going. I don't understand why he is acting so weird.

At some point I finally order a gojek [motorcycle taxi]. I should've done so way earlier. Stupid. I'm surprised to find out that when the gojek arrives, the driver is a woman. My baggage now consists of a small and a big backpack. For some reason my friend and I have switched big backpacks. I'm not sure how I'm handling my small backpack. I get on the back of the bike. There's a boy sitting on the bike as well. It's 3 of us on one bike, me at the back. I'm the only one wearing a helmet, which I consider fair as I have the most chance of falling off. We stop at a supermarket for a bit.

I can't log anything today because I'm having Thanksgiving at my house. And by that I mean. I'm buying everything, making everything & doing everything for a bunch of other ppl at my house. Mike will help some but I'm stressed out as hell.

Nothing recalled.

This dream was long and fantastical and full of insane battles and places, but I am just going to write out the end. I was on a ski hill with Sasha, and we went down the run once. She started humble bragging about how good she was at skiing and how she did all these hipster things. When we went to get on the ski lift, she asked the guy for a boost or something so he let her on the chair way after it had swung around, it made not sense. I had to sprint after it and climb on the thing as it was going up in the air, 007 style. On the way up, I realized all of my buddies were in the chairs ahead and behind us. At the top, we started chilling and getting our shit ready to bomb the hill, when my brother and all his buddies got off too. They were happy to see us and started yelling about some party that was going on up here in a chalet. Apparantly it was the biggest party of the year.

As we arrived, I took stock of my group vs my bros. His crew was the regular boys, Big Bart and the like. I had with me Australian Dan, Arshia, Mert, and Chumbus, the mentally retarded rapper. The guy was extremely down syndrome, but he was a pretty nice guy and we brought him to the party. In the middle of it, he said he got a job working with Mert on films. Crazy. I remember looking at the snap I made of the party, and then checking Big Barts shit, he had a crazy timelapse night club video that had hundreds of likes on instagram already.

Then came a moment when suddenly the rooms were empty. Everyone was gone, and it was just me, Aussie Dan, and Chumbus. The girl at the bar gave me a wicked look. I asked her what happened.

"Everybody moved to a different party. I think it's at Roger Federer's house."

"Oh shit, I had no idea. Where is it?"

"Sorry, it's only 700 people, place is totally full."

"Man, how did I miss it? My friends must have been too drunk and forgotten to tell me."

"Maybe it isn't your friends. Maybe it's you. You aren't invited. Look around you kid."

And that's when it sunk in. It was me, a failed Aussie, a retarded guy, and 3 people who passed out in their own vomit. We were the lowest of the low, to the point were they moved parties just to drop us 3.
That hurt man. In reality, I usually am the guy throwing the parties, but I guess this is how my life could go if I lose all ambition. The last thing I did in the dream was tell Chumbus that he has a to work 10 hours a day 7 days a week if he wants to achieve anything at all in this world, and especially in this industry.

I'm gonna go work extra hard today.

...

...

...

+ I'm in some industrial place and approach a deep shaft in the middle of the room, intending to pee in it. As I approach an alarm begins to sound and curtains begin coming down and closing off areas. I run for an exit but the security (blast?) doors are already closing and I figure I can't make it out that way, turn and head another way.

+(f) odd, slightly sexual scene where girls start reproducing, starts with one girl who then splits into another girl, there are artificial conceptual female organs on the ground like little pink multi-level volcanoes with things pumping into them and out pop more girls from these things?

+ performing in a play [emerging DREAM SIGN] on stage my fellow actor addresses me in his lines by my true waking name and this jolts me, "he isn't supposed to call me that, is he?", I try to remember his real name but can't and just call him "Tom," and say a few lines. I feel like the play has sort of broken, and I'm looking out at the audience and there is a really small smattering of applause, it's pretty lame/embarrassing.

+ doing some wood work in a workshop area. There was placed a long wooden attachment to a sort of open low cabinet and I'm sawing off extra wood sticking out. I see that the wood pattern does not match and I think I'll have to stain it later. I notice in one part (towards the end, on the right as facing this chest of drawers) that a wooden chair has been stored inside.

+ helicopter crash: the pilot (Tom Cruise?) is fiddling with the controls, alternating between putting us into a dive, pulling out, and so forth, until we crash, then I'm hiding with my fellow passenger and I see the crash site on a raised hill far away ("we tumbled all that way?" I ponder). We're hiding from the bad guys who are approaching. I see through the brush one bad guy approach my friend's location, my friend jumps up and stabs the attacker quickly in the throat with a long knife and the stabbed guy starts stumbling around and dying. I think how fragile life is, just one thrust of a knife is enough to end it. The dying guy is staggering around and at one point I see him with something like a long white-board marker stabbed through the skin on top of his right shoulder.

+ in a house with a small black boy [DREAM SIGN] who I tell to go into the basement stairway and lock him in there I'm yelling to my friend that we need to get out of here now. The boy is pounding loudly on the door and I tell him to stop that or I'll have to lock the extra latch (which I see up close).

I'm so excited! This weekend I'm attending a workshop in Tibetan Dream Yoga! So cool that this is happening right now when I'm getting serious of Lucid dreaming. Sooooo looking forward to this!!

I recall being back in my high school in New Zealand, I changed my underwear in the hallway.

I then remembered talking to someone about a Star Wars AU where the Jedis are the bad guys.

It's less a recurring dream, more of a recurring direction any dream may take. I could be dreaming of anything, no matter how unrelated, and then find myself noticing what looks like snow. The heavier it gets, and the more I pay attention, I notice that the snowflakes are actually white petals. Once this realization sets, I find I am suddenly looking down a path. It is a dirt path, with grass on either side. Up ahead, the path takes a hard right, and I cannot see what is ahead. Just before the bend, there is a hill, a short raise, and then what seems to be a drop off behind. Not a cliff, just background. I see this beautiful tree, with white petals, and a very short trunk. Underneath the tree, as if the tree allowed only the amount of height necessary for this, sits someone very close to me. She is always dressed in a white top and shorts with white shoes. She doesn't say anything, just a look. The look communicates what feels like "Finally, there you are." I try and get closer, and I always wake up. The only thing that ever seems "out of place," is that her normally wild and curly hair has been straightened. A look which I do not find preferable. I hope to be able to find stability next time I find myself here, as I am very curious as to what it is I am meant to learn from this. I will post any developments as they happen, in case anyone is interested.

With siblings and friends we were stuck in some dark cavern system deep underground. It was some kind of abandoned mine. We all were desperately trying to find our way back home. In one of the caverns, I found some kittens and took them on my arms. I decided to help them get out of there too. We reached an elevator going to surface and turned it on, but then I realized that my younger sister was left behind, I grabbed rock wall of elevator shaft and dragged the platform down, so she could go with us. When we reached the surface, we were stopped by an enormous barricade, so high that it reached clouds. There was someone stuck on a platform of this barricade, who tried to help us get to the other side. I thought about using lines and some poles to pole-vault up there, but then I looked around and saw that the gate is just open. I ran out through it and thought that this might be a dream. I did a nose plug rc, and woke up.

Don't know what's come over me, just had the impulse to share some dreams agian, even if they aren't that interesting.

In dream, I am much older, and have a wife and (I wanna say five kids, somewhere between four and seven.) I am supposed to take the kids on vacation in Chicago (specifically stated that the city I'm taking them to is Chicago.) My wife, whoever she is in-dream is on a buisness trip and will be laying over in Chicago on her way back from wherever for a couple days. I am to head out there the same day she lays over, then we all return home as a family.

I arrive at the hotel. It is my responsibility to check in to the hotel so what when my wife arrives later in the day, she can just go straight to the room and relax. The building I am staying in is this extremely tall and thin orange tower that is built outside the downtown of the city alongside this open park area. The building does look rather unusual because of its bright orange color and isolation from the other, taller buildings.

The inside appears rather normal, though it has a courtyard like a mall with a confusing collusion of escalators and elevators leading to rooms and shops. There is some complication at the check in desk, apparently the fault of the hotel's employees rather than myself, and my room will not be ready for a couple more hours. I have to inform my kids (much to their dismay) that we will have to go outside. (It is currently a blizzard. Apparently this same blizzard has also delayed my wife's incoming flight.) The hotel employee (I think was a robot by the way.) Tells us we may use the swimming pool in the meantime.

It is at this point that I remember seeing the kids most clearly. They all looked rather ubiquitous. They all seemed to have the same hair (albeit in different lengths and styles) the same faces and expressions, etc. The funny thing was they would all follow me like ducks in a row, with the tallest child (looking to be 10-12ish) in front and the youngest (maybe 5-7ish) in back, creating a steady slope of reducing height.

We go up to the pool near the very top of the hotel. It is in a glass enclosure and is also structured like an indoor courtyard with rooms and indoor balconies proceeding up several stories above it. The kids begin playing this game about throwing plates. I am concerned that they will injure themselves and am reluctant to let them play until I discover the plates have rounded edges and are made of plastic like light frisbees.

Eventually we are able to return to the room and order room service, and the wife character arrives. This part of the dream was largely glanced over and I think the wife and children characters were dropped completely after this point.

I got a call that I had to make it to some kind of business meeting. I had to traverse the city to an office building on the other side, but the roads were closing due to the weather and people thought the electricity might go off. However there was a subterranean network of hotels, shops and casinos that one could traverse to make it to the other side of the city.

Navigating the network turns out to be frustrating. It is structured more around providing ample shopping opportunities than it is around providing an actual means of reaching two points in the city, and I frequently have to stop and check maps (that of course due to the fact that this is a dream, change). At some point I start using elevators. By going up elevators I can go to the top of buildings and get an idea of where I am at in the city and at the same time cross over some obstacles by moving to another elevator while above ground. But irritatingly, the elevators connected to the subterranean tunnels only link to the top floors of buildings.

At some point, I manage to find a station of this (I guess you could call it a mass transit system.) They were kind of like mini elevated rail trains that moved along on this rail, only they hung from it, and the gondolas were small (only allowing 4-6 people in each one) and were sphere shaped, with different colored gondolas arriving in a rainbow succession.

The dream concludes with me giving up getting to the business meeting. (The meeting is canceled on account.) I am in a starbucks coffee on the top floor of a skyscraper that is essentially an all in one college. All of the dorms, offices and classrooms are built into one tower.

The Starbucks is run by two aliens (like classical depictions of martian aliens, with skinny bodies, big heads, and big black eyes.) Though one of them is dark gray and the other is green. I think there is also a human employee.

Something funny happens with the aliens, like the dark gray one only serves earl gray and black tea and the green alien serves you green tea. I think I wind up getting two cups of tea, one from each alien.

My friends H and A are there and they are talking about the plants in the greenhouse that takes up the other part of the top floor of the tower. They want me to come see the plants with them and then they start arguing if fallout 3 or new vegas is better and I break them up. Manei appears (though I remain nonlucid. ) and takes a sandwich from this refrigerator and sits down with it and puts too much mustard on it and I think it is gross. A goes up to him and punches him in the employee in the face and his head goes into a vat of ice cream. I wind up breaking up that fight too.

Yesterday, lucid: This was a reocurring dream scene. Back in high school even though I'm an adult. This time I just said, yes I know I'm too old to be here & became lucid. I was shocked to find that I was back in time to the 60's. I stumble upon others who also were others like me that are time travelers in a sense. I'm kind of startled & confused that there are other ppl like me. I ran off some violent crazy woman & decide to stay w/ these ppl for a while & enjoy this new adventure. But Meesha Cat wakes me up.
I laid back down & focused on the dream I was just in & I started chaining right back into it. Still my time travel friends & we break up into groups in an apartment complex to keep us all together. We now come across children w/ the same time travel ability so we feel obligated to help mold them & train them to be safe w/o drawing attention to their abilities. A woman is charting out who will live in which apartments. A man & me are hitting it off & flirting so we ask to be put together w/ a group of the small children that we have bonded with. All of the children were toddlers up only to the age of maybe 6 at the most. After we had settled in I woke up.

Today: I was in a dream w/ my husband & we hear my phone ringing. We are both laughing saying "Fuck 'em!" We are avoiding my phone. But it really was my alarm on my phone which was waking me up. I checked the time & it had been going off for 8 minutes, lol

I travelled a hundred miles back and forth on top of a giant metal fish. My brother showed me how to launch it in the air at unprescedented speeds. Think Howls moving castle meets angry birds.

It took me to lands of lush grasses and blue seas, but soon I had to return home. I got news from my mom... my father had died. I was walking back to my house in a phone call with Wil, telling him that I still felt no sadness as there was no way i actually had allowed the reality to sink in. Right outside my home a couple passed another with a dog and fawned over it. Wil made a joke about them whoring for a high rating, which obviously came from me watching black mirror last night. I got home, and entered what was the exterior of one of the houses with the stone wall lawn from my old walk to school, and the inside was the dankertons. Simon was watching the hills have eyes but it became reality, and was about monsters that feed off the ego to destroy people. The protagonist was a girl that slayed a massive demon in the living room that possessed tentacles that could impale your chest bones. She played a card of some kind that sealed it's fate. Suddenly Arshia called me on his phone and started making jokes about something, and I woke up.