Recent DJ Posts

I’m going to go on a hike, I think on Mt. Rose with Mom and Melissa. I’ve put on a coat (I think with nothing under it) and a fanny pack. One or both of these has a bright color scheme that reminds me of the 80s. I’ve packed a couple of snack items. I’m now ready but still waiting on them, apparently not as concerned with being timely as I am. Now we’re in a coffee shop. Mom is trying to order me an Americano or cold brew, but there is some complication. The younger, brunette barista nicely explains the options of what he can make. I get overwhelmed and end up saying that I don’t particularly want a coffee anyway.

*After remembering and writing this, I just know it has to do with Granny. Sure enough, Mom calls me this morning to ask if I want to hike Mt. Rose with her this weekend.

I’m in a grocery store with Melissa. She’s on the phone with someone, so I go off and look at the beer section. It seems to be one long aisle, including the corner at the end of it (I don’t notice any refrigerated section). They have a pretty good selection of beers I’ve never seen before. One is a strong ale that I think is around 13% ABV. A little of the liquid shows above the label - it’s almost completely clear, and I can’t imagine that it’d be any good. I look through everything but don’t find the certain type I wanted or anything to substitute. I meet up with Melissa and tell her this.

I am going to do a float tank. I walk into the facility and have to use the restroom. I walk down a short hallway to the restroom and enter it. The room is fairly small but looks much larger due to the arrangement of mirrors on the walls. I’m looking straight ahead to a wall of sinks, and the room branches off to the right and left. I take a turn at random and am met with more options of directions to go. It’s hard to tell what is an actual space or not, due to the mirrors. This is a row of toilets or urinals with stall doors. I notice someone at the one to the right; I start using the one right in front of me. (Either in the dream or after, I think that this seems familiar from another dream).

I’m at work, and we are rearranging and/or moving the break room. I think I’m with Ben and Zoe. This place looks nothing like work and more like a little kitchen and living room. I don’t notice any windows. I carry a small, short, square table into one of the rooms. Setting it down with a foot or so of space between the two sides and two walls, I imagine a few of us awkwardly sitting around it. Ben now tries to lift a full book shelf (it looks like the one in our bedroom) by himself and breaks a little piece of a shelf off. I offer to help and he sets it down. I think I’ll take the books off first. Now, I’m in a small tent that is set up right in the middle of an intersection. I think it’s two lanes and a stoplight for each road. I know that this is the new beak area. I try to relax but really can’t, knowing that I’m in the middle of a road. I somehow see a truck drive through the intersection and veer to miss the tent. I don’t want it to always be like this.

I think I am at Aly and Adam’s place (not at all what it really looks like). This place seems like it’s far away from any others. It’s a modest house with a modest but nice yard. It seems like this is a get together with the family. We pass through the house and into the yard (which is maybe the size of the warehouse at work or maybe a little bigger). After a moment, I notice that the yard is completely enclosed with a white tent structure that comes off the roof of the house at the one end and has its own wall at the other. It seems dark out but it’s fairly illuminated in here, with a subtle but cool effect. Cousin Jon is here; I give him a handshake and one armed hug. I think he lifts me off the ground a bit. I ask him how life has been. I think some people are kicking a soccer ball in here (it is all grass).



I’m lying in bed with Melissa in a completely unfamiliar room (it somehow reminds me of my bedroom at Dad’s, though I think it looks nothing like it). We cuddle facing each other; I notice a large black and yellow frog slowly making its way up the wall. I know my gaze is fixed on it, but I try to make no intimation that anything is there. I get up to try to catch it.



Zoe has sent an email that asks something like ‘Ryan? Is that lucid enough?’ It’s about how hot the store and warehouse get. I am going to research OSHA and other sources and put together a large reply.



I’m at what feels like work (though it looks nothing like it). There are radial stone steps outside of the front doors and a man sitting on them. I think we are currently closed. I go out and sit by him. I tell him “thank you for filling in for Bill (Kreutzman).” (This guy is not Jay Lane, however). He seems appreciative, and I continue talking with him.

Really harrowing dream. My dad was doing something, maybe something violent, and he was a threat to my other (forgotten and likely fictional) loved ones in the room/house. I pointed my Glock at him, hoping he'd stop. He didn't. He came straight at me. I pulled the trigger, and as usual that was almost impossible to do. It did go off, sort of, hitting him. It didn't seem to do much. I ran away and grabbed my shotgun from the locker. The fight continued, and I think I got a couple of good hits in. The whole thing was adrenalin-fueled survival, I didn't really *want* to do any of this. Dad ran outside. I ran after him. It was night, dark and rainy. I lost track of dad. Finally, I calmed down and emotion overwhelmed me. I was crushed by regret. I'd shot my own father. I literally broke down into tears, crying "papa, papa". Then I woke up. What a great night that was.

bedtime: 23:30
little sandwiches, corn muffin, banana cherry thing before bed
tried 1 500mg NAC before bed. Didn't have any effect on dreams, certainly not more vivid, if anything, less dreams recalled
final OOB: 07:15
final waking: 05:45 (probably earlier, this was just when I glanced at the clock)

Get up for like 10 mins and sit in chair, doesn't really help get sleepy.
Bed was decently comfortable and I was not too hot after taking off the comforter. Was very warm before doing that, though.

early:
+ dark-ish/twilight lighting [DS] thinking about moving through a building, like a school, climbing first up to a high place outside the building, then entering through broken doors/openings down into the building. (Inside a room with people? -- vague)

later:
+ in daylight(?) we are on bikes in the flatlands and need to get (home? with sister?) up to the hills. I think this will take a long time nonetheless and be a big effort. There are horses and they want to walk this route, it will help them from overheating. We are riding bikes straight ahead, in a pretty big group. There are a lot of muddy/slick places on the path, and my wheels slip and spin a lot, but I make progress. At some point there are water rations given out. The people in control of the water use a device like a black light scanner that they shine into your cup, and when they do this the light reveals (orange? green?) glyphs/runs inside the cup, I see these. They interpret the runes and then decide if you are allowed to have water. I'm pissed off at this affront to the liberty of having water whenever you want to, that shouldn't be controlled.

+ at work at company "N", I'm working on a project that I do not like, I ask my manager Sha.Cly. if I can move back to my original group, but she says that she does not have the free reqs to allow that.