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

DJ Log: February 5, 2011 – Morning, 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: After a long dry spell, I finally have a good lucid and make an attempt at the basic task.)

The early evening air is cool and smells like it has just rained. I am riding a black and chrome Harley Davidson with slash-cut straight pipes. A DC is clinging to my back as I rumble down a main city street, passing a cop in the left lane. The cop moves into my lane and follows me, turning on the flashing lights as I down-shift and speed up a bit. I put on my blinker and move right one lane. Seeing that the cop is glued to my ass, I move over another lane to the right and begin to pull over on the shoulder, slowing to nearly a stop. The DC riding with me taps me on the shoulder and says, “You know we're fucked now.” As I stop, I thought to myself, “What am I doing riding a motorcycle, and why am I stopping?”

I quickly become lucid and decide that stopping is not a good idea. I kick it back in gear and crack the throttle wide open, leaving a smoky trail behind me as I shift through a couple gears. As I weave through traffic, I notice that all of the other vehicles look a lot like the ones in the classic game Frogger; each lane having identical cars or trucks in it which are equally spaced. This makes it easy to slalom through them as I reach top speed. The road I am on turns into a regular 4-lane highway. Some of the cars were crashing into each other behind me as I speed by. There are several bicycles, tires, and other debris laying in the road, which I am running over. I turn off the highway and ride down an embankment to another smaller road with the cop a ways behind me.

As I'm cruising down the road toward another city, I find that I can pull up on the handlebars and make the bike jump and fly for short durations. This gives me enough time to jump over cars and small trucks. Entering the city, I find myself driving down a small alley which was too small for the cop to fit through. The DC said, “Finally, we lost that cop.” I cruise down a few more small streets, avoiding dumpsters and hobos, then I found myself on a long shipping dock. There is a large container ship not far from the dock, so I crack open the throttle, pull up on the handlebars and jump off the dock onto the container ship. I ride across the deck of the ship, weaving around some shipping containers and accelerate as I reach the end of the deck. I pull up an try to make the bike fly, but I end up landing in the water instead and the engine stalls. The DC yelled, “There goes a $5,000 engine. Good job, asshole!” Once I sink to the bottom, I hit the starter and it fires right up. Before I could get it in gear, the DC said, “I've had enough of this shit.” as he gets off the bike and runs away. I ride under the water for a while and find a good spot to get out. I manage to find a familiar road and follow it back home.

As I'm riding home, I notice that there is about 3 feet (1 meter) of flood water everywhere. Once I arrive at home, there are a few DC's working on some vehicles in front of the garage. The DC's look at me for a moment and then continue what they are doing. I figure it would be a good idea to hide the bike in case the cops are still looking for me. There is a large wooded area near the garage, so I ride there and find a good place to hide the bike. I slide the bike under a pile of sticks, between a cement wall and a chain-link fence.

I swim back to the garage and see that the cop is now in the driveway, walking toward the garage. I swim under the water and try to hide under a car in the garage. I couldn't fit under the car, so I go around the car and swim under a truck in front of the garage. The cop walks up and asks the DC's if they have seen me anywhere. One DC who is working on the truck says, “He's here right now.” and points under the truck. The cop gets down and looks under the truck, but he can't see me through the murky flood water. He turns on his flashlight and shines it around. I move toward the other side of the truck to avoid being seen, but he hears me moving and orders me to come out. As I begin to come out from under the truck, two of the DC's knock the cop down and pin him to the ground. The DC working on the truck runs away as a couple more come out of the garage. I stand up and suddenly remember the basic task, so I run over and try to kiss a DC. The DC pushes me away and I lose my balance, causing the dream to destabilize quickly. This is the dream's exit.