dream fragment

DJ Log: July 28, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting in a small pickup truck with a bunch of guys, waiting for a bag of weed. We're sitting at a gas station, smoking the last little bit of weed from a small bowl. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, there's a guy in the driver seat, another lying across our laps with his head in my lap. There are two more guys in the space behind the seats. The guy behind me grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back, then gives me a shotgun hit. When I lean forward again, the guy lying in my lap looks at me and smiles.

DJ Log: May 23, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding a bicycle around the parking lot of our local shopping mall. The bicycle moves at will, as I do not have to pedal it at all. Another cyclist asks me, "What kind of bike is that? It looks like it works pretty good." I reply, "It's a piece of junk that I cobbled together from random junk. Have a nice day." I grab the handlebars and the bike takes off through the middle of the parking lot.

Quitting smoking was the worst thing I could have ever done to the dream world. I had zero-recall for about 2 months and have just recently been able to recall small fragments. I usually won't post a fragment to my online dream journal unless I can make at least 3 good sentences out of it. I've had a lot of fragments, at least 3-4 per night for the last few days. This one is the first in which I can recall some dialogue between a dream character and myself. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of my lack-of-nicotine-induced dry spell.

DJ Log: May 14, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am Justin Bieber's chauffeur for the evening and I'm driving him around in a small hover car, stopping frequently so he can autograph posters and CDs.

DJ Log: May 9, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding around on a Boss Hoss trike, but it has steel cleated wheels like an antique tractor. It won't go anywhere on the road, but it hauls ass through fields and anywhere off-road.

DJ Log: May 8, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working in some kind of top secret facility, assigning crypto keys to each person as they walk through. Each person walks up to the desk and swipes their CAC card. Once the card is read, checked, and approved, a crypto key is written to a memory card which I hand to them.

DJ Log: May 2, 2011 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I find myself standing at a city intersection when a huge off-road dump truck drives through with flashing lights on it.

I awaken to the garbage truck with flashing lights sitting in front of the house, compressing the load of garbage.

DJ Log: May 2, 2011 – 4:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am trying to drive an old 1984-85 Toyota 4Runner, but the manual transmission is producing unpredictable results. Every time I select a gear and release the clutch, the vehicle goes in a different direction. Most of the time it goes backwards, but sometimes it goes sideways or forward. After stopping at stop sign, I become frustrated with the transmission's inability to drive forward so I get out and walk.

DJ Log: April 30, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am watching a DC photographing a family posing in front of a muslin backdrop. They are all sitting on an upside-down boat and the backdrop is a generic farm scene. They say “cheese” every time the flash goes off, but the photographer is not happy with the picture, so they keep taking another. While passing by, I notice that the camera has a large fisheye lens on it. I say to the photographer, “Ooh, you're using THAT lens?” I walk off as the photographer looks at me like I have two heads.

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)

DJ Log: March 24, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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...and out of the midst of a dry spell, this strange one comes along...

I am watching a show on TV about people racing parts of cars down a track. Some of them are rolling tires down the track and some are attaching bottle rockets to various car parts to propel them down the track. One guy is sitting on the rear axle of a truck and is pushing himself down the track with a pair of ski poles.

DJ Log: March 22, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm not certain why, but my recall is horrible this morning.

I am at a large warehouse, helping a few others carry boxes from the back of a truck into a loading dock. A friend of mine is arguing with me about which box is the heaviest. Every box I lift is heavier, and I say, “This box is the heaviest.” each time I lift a box. Eventually, the boxes get so heavy that I can't lift them at all, so I slide them out of the truck and tumble them across the dock leveling plate.

DJ Log: March 8, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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There was quite a many shopping mall parts before this, but my recall wasn't too good this morning.

I am walking through a shopping mall, then into in a goth-industrial clothing store. I pick out a really fuzzy black and red striped hat, then walk toward the rear of the store, dropping the hat off at the cash register on the way by, There is a rack of discounted t-shirts that looks really interesting, so I flip through them for a bit. None of them really interest me, so I walk back toward the front of the store to dig through a rack of fishnet shirts. There is a black and red striped fishnet shirt that looks like it would match the hat. It has a sale tag on it, but the tag only has a bar code and a bunch of random numbers on it. While I am looking at it, three guys walk by me and into a darkened side room just off the front of the store. One of the guys grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the room with them. One of the guys pulls out a bowl and packs it up with some really smelly weed. They each take a hit, then pass it to me without a lighter. I reach in my pocket for a lighter, then wake up. When I got out of bed, the first words in my mind were, “Never pass a dream bowl to someone without a lighter.”

DJ Log: March 4, 2011 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at some kind of party at a farm house. There are several of my friends there, and a lot of people that I don't know. My 4-wheeler ran out of gas, so I pick up a couple of gas cans and ride a bicycle into town to the gas station.

DJ Log: March 3, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am in my kitchen, making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. As I'm spreading the peanut butter on the bread, I notice that the bread is moldy. I pick up the whole loaf and it is covered with a strange mold that looks like blue and green barnacles.

DJ Log: February 2, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a sleepover with a few friends. We're watching cartoons and one of them is playing Nintendo. We're all sitting/laying on a bed that's as wide as 3 king size beds all put together with many pillows along the wall. My friend's mom comes in the room and turns off the cartoons, saying “Don't watch TV, that will make your brain go to mush.” I grabbed the remote control and repeatedly pressed the power button, but the TV never came back on.