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

DJ Log: September 12, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm standing in a large luxurious house, talking to with a guy and his wife about what they want to do with their yacht. He's telling me about how they're tired of owning it and don't want to pay the docking fees anymore. The lady asks me if I want it. I say, "Yes." She hands me the keys and title, then offers to take me to Baltimore to see it. I hop in the car with them.

On the ride, I'm digging through the package of information and paperwork for it. There are a couple of small DIY electronic project kits in the box of paperwork. In an envelope, I find the title for the yacht. As I am riding, the woman says, "Keep the furniture and everything that's in it. We don't want any of it." ...I wake up...

DJ Log: September 12, 2011 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around at a gay pride event. Sometimes, I'm gliding along the ground instead of walking. I'm following a secondary line of people through a building, parallel to the main crowd, then out onto the street. Once outside, I stop and talk to a couple of people who are hanging out near a dumpster.

DJ Log: September 11, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm working with a couple of friends to move a bunch of old junk vehicles from a junkyard to a large field near my house. I ride to the yard with a friend, then we get into a couple of the old junkers and try to start them. I get into an old yellow Volvo and it fires right up. My friend gets into a blue Chevy Blazer and it fires up too. The Volvo was pretty beat up and had yellow painted plywood for wheel covers.

We start driving these junkers down the road toward the field. We bump into each other a couple of times, then try to drag race. Shortly into the race, the Volvo sputters out and quits running. We try to jump start it and push start it, but it's dead. I decide to abandon the Volvo along the side of the road and get into the Blazer with my friend.

We drive down a small gravel lane and find that it's blocked by a gate. There is a bypass around the gate, so we go around and drive down the lane. There are a couple of old houses and a bunch of junk laying along the road. After driving for a bit, we reach a huge pile of junk that's blocking the road. We get out and walk around, poking at the junk pile a bit.

As we're trying to figure out a way around the junk pile, a defensive dog approaches from the nearby house. The dog runs up and stops at the edge of the lane, barking fiercely at us. A guy in the distance yells at the dog and it turns around and walks away. The guy walks up and asks us, “Where are you going?” I reply, “We're trying to find a way around this pile of junk.” The guy says, “There is no way around the junk pile.”

We get back into the Blazer and prepare to drive off. This time, I decided it was my turn to drive, so we switched seats. I start it up, put it in gear and mash the pedal to the floor. The tires spin for a moment, then it starts picking up speed. I see a Jeep coming toward us, so I steer toward it, playing Chicken. The Jeep swerves away and hits the embankment, nearly rolling over. I continue to speed up and drive straight toward a step van. The van doesn't swerve, but just before hitting the van, I wake up.

DJ Log: September 10, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am trying to sleep on a friend's couch, annoyed that their cats keep jumping on me and are trying to pull the blanket off of me. One cat starts to climb under the blanket. As I reach over to push the cat away, it claws and bites at my hand. Another cat is shredding at my pillow until the feathers fall out and the pillow goes flat. I reach down and grab the cat by the scruff of the neck and toss it onto the floor. All 3 cats leap back onto the couch and start clawing at the blanket until I jump up from the couch, yelling at them, “Go away, you evil spawns of Satan!”

I wake up to find that two of the cats chasing a bug around the table lamp. They are making quite a bit of claws-on-carpet sound as they chase the bug, and these sounds made their way into the dream.

In reality, I highly dislike cats. For the most part they just leave me alone, but they decided to invade my dream this morning. Now I'm back home and will be able to dream in peace!

DJ Log: September 7, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving a small car on a mountain highway. The traffic is barely moving and some cars are driving up the shoulder. Once the traffic completely stops, I get out of the car and notice that the car is shrinking as I step out and close the door. I retrieve a remote control from my pocket and drive the car around by remote. I drive up the shoulder and under a semi trailer. As I drive, the car continues to shrink to a much smaller size. Eventually, the car is so small that I can barely see it just a few feet ahead of me.

DJ Log: July 31, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down an alley between several large industrial buildings. I find a loading dock with an open door, so I walk inside. There is a large laboratory inside with shelves full of glassware and some people working on something in the far corner. As I walk through the lab, a cute Asian guy is working on something. He looks up at me and gives me a 'come get me' grin, then runs off.

As he runs off, I look at my hands and see several extra fingers on both of them. I immediately become lucid, and chase him around the lab. He jumps over a lab bench, then starts to fly. I leap into the air and follow him out a window. I chase him around for a while, flying low through the alleys, then up into the sky. I become distracted and stop on a rooftop which has large tanks and other equipment on it. I look around, but there is no door or opening into the building. I look at the roof and summon a door. A door appears flat on the roof, so I open it and jump in.

I fall into a large shipping and receiving area of the warehouse. I get on a forklift and crash it through the wall. On the other side of the wall is more open warehouse space. I close my eyes for a moment and attempt to summon a car. When I open my eyes, there is a scooter standing in front of me. Deciding that this is not good enough, I close my eyes and try again. When I open my eyes again, there is a cement truck in front of me.

Giving up on the car idea, I jump up into the air and fly. I fly across the warehouse and phase through the cement block wall. Outside, I fly around for a bit and locate a steel deck which has several pipes with large valves on them. Some of the valves are open and some are closed. I turn all all of the valves to the opposite position and a building suddenly explodes in the distance.

I jump and fly to a rooftop which has another deck with several valves and large switches on it. I run around, flipping all of the switches, then turn some of the valves. Several other buildings burst into flames and explode. I fly high into the sky and watch everything burn down from a distance.

As I hover in the sky, I look at my digital watch and it shows 4:30AM on the display. I look at it a second time and it has turned into an analog watch which shows 12:00. Refusing to wear a watch in real life, I refuse to wear one in my dreams. I take off the watch and throw it into the fire.

In the distance, there is a huge, bright explosion. I quickly fly over to see that a Wal-Mart has exploded. There is debris scattered all over the parking lot. As I fly over, I see a large mirror laying on the ground. I line up with the mirror and fly down into it at full speed. When I hit the glass, I wake up.

DJ Log: July 31, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a truck repair shop, picking up my truck after I had them replace the alternator. I am arguing with the guy behind the counter about my repair. He claims that they only repaired the alternator, when I had asked them to replace it entirely. He repeats that it is fixed and he was able to save me some money by just fixing it. I pull out a credit card to pay for the repair, but when the card is swiped through the reader, it falls apart into several pieces. I pull out my wallet and see that all my other cards have also crumbled into pieces.

Another customer is talking on a Blackberry phone, when it suddenly falls apart into several pieces. I watch the internals from the phone fall into two pieces and land on the service counter. One of the pieces still has some illuminated LEDs on it. The guy who was talking on the phone says it won't work anymore, but I am convinced that it still works. I pick up the two big pieces and mash them back together. The display illuminates and displays hieroglyphic-like characters. The buttons no longer have the number caps on them, but I am able to dial my cell phone and hear it ring. I hand the guy his phone back and say, "It's fixed. Give it a try." He looks at me puzzled, then walks away.

I walk out into the parking lot and locate my truck. As I am walking toward it, I can see that there are jumper cables hanging out from under the hood. As I walk around, I open the door and look inside. My ignition interlock has been removed and there is a bundle of wires hanging out from under the dash. I stick the keys into the ignition, then walk around to the rear of the truck. The bed is full of high voltage electrical equipment. There is a large high voltage multiplier and several large transformers in the bed.

I'm not certain what induces lucidity at this moment.

I become lucid as I get into the driver's seat. I turn the key, but the battery is too dead to crank over the engine. I try the key again, but it will not start. I look into the sky for a moment, then summon lightning to give the battery energy. A large bolt of lightning strikes the jumper cables and the engine starts. I shift into a gear and push the accelerator pedal to the floor. The truck speeds up and I decide to run over everything in sight.

I crash through fences, buildings, and several other vehicles. After crashing through nearly everything in sight, I hit the dirt embankment at the edge of the parking lot. The truck jumps into the air and starts to fly. I fly away from the shop, then I wake up.

DJ Log: July 28, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting on the floor in front of a laptop on a low table, talking with a guy about work-related stuff on a software-based phone. There is a blue velvet sofa to my left and a matching love seat directly across the room. A bookshelf stereo system is on a table beside the love seat and there are large speakers sitting on the floor on both sides. The carpet is light tan and the walls are snow white. There are two oil paintings hanging on the wall which have peaceful, abstract swirls of color on them, primarily shades of blue and green. The paintings are perfect mirror-images of each other.

As I am talking on the phone, my brother walks into the room and turns on the stereo which is sitting on the other side of the room. I yell at him to turn it down, but he just gives me a dirty look and turns it up even louder. I yell at him again, "Turn it down or I will come over there and break the speakers." He gives me a defiant look and starts head-banging to the music. The paintings on the wall now have a fiery red, orange, and yellow scheme to them.

Becoming angry, I lay the phone headset down, then go over and pick up the stereo off the table and rip all the wires out of the back. When I get back to the phone, my mom is sitting on the next couch, giving me a strange look. As soon as I pick up the headset for the phone, she starts talking loudly on a cordless phone. I look at her with a WTF look, and then I notice that the paintings now have a fiery mushroom cloud on them.

Now enraged, I throw my headset down on the table again and slam the lid shut on the laptop. Walking into the kitchen, I forcefully remove the cordless phone cradle from the wall and smash it all over the floor. I throw a childish temper tantrum and stomp all over the broken pieces while screaming at the top of my lungs. After a moment, I run back into my bedroom and slam the door shut, then I wake up.

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: 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: July 24, 2011 – 3:45PM (USA Eastern)
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I am laying on a large bed, looking through my photo collection. I am deciding which photos I would like to print and place into my photo portfolio. I have printed all of my favorite digital photos onto 8x3 thumbnail sheets so I can circle the file names that I want to use. I have the pile of thumbnails to my right, and a pile of checked thumbnails to my left. As I review them, I circle the file name above the photo and write “yes”, “no” or “maybe” beside the name.

Suddenly the light in the room changes. The direct sunlight which is illuminating the room is suddenly diffused, reducing the amount of light that is entering the windows. Without taking my eyes off my photos, I reach over and turn on the lamp on the night stand. I continue to check off some of the photos, then notice that the light has reduced even more.

My mom walks in the room and says, “There is a big storm coming.” I get up and look out the window to see the edge of a dark gray cloud which is quickly filling the sky. My mom and I step outside onto the second story deck, then walk out onto the roof through about 1” of snow. There are black ashes falling from the sky, mixed with the snow. In the distance, I can see that the ground is covered with the ashes. There is a vortex of light gray smoke connecting the chimney with the clouds, which is swirling like a tornado.

As I stare at the vortex of smoke, slightly entranced, lightning strikes through the smoke and hits the chimney. My mom, who was standing near the chimney, disappears into a puff of smoke. Lightning strikes several more times, then hits the roof near me. I decide that I've had enough of the lightning, so I quickly walk toward the deck.

As I am walking onto the deck, my cell phone rings and it shows 310-000-0000 on the caller ID. As I walk into the house, I answer the phone, “Hello. Who is this?” There is no immediate reply, but I can hear someone breathing on the other end of the call. After a moment, my mom says, “Hello?” I reply, “Hi, Mom. Where did you go?” She does not reply immediately. After a moment, she says, “If you can hear me, I can't hear you. Call me back and I should be able to hear you.”, then she hangs up. I call the number from the caller ID and it rings a couple of times, then plays the number is not in service message.

DJ Log: July 18, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am laying naked on an air bed with a hot guy laying on top of me. We are playing around and making out when a female tries to slide in between us. I object to this, so I slide out from under both of them and run away as fast as I can.

I run out of the room and down a long hallway. I try to stop at the last door, but I am running so fast that I slide past the door and out through the window at the end of the hall. I can feel the glass breaking and falling around me as I fall to the ground. Before I hit the ground, I wake up.

DJ Log: July 14, 2011 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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A DC and I are digging around in a large abandoned barn, picking up random junk and placing it on a rolling metal shelf cart. There are a couple of openings in the floor, but they are filled with junk so we can't climb down.

I find a small table radio and when I put it on the shelf, it turns itself on and starts playing music. After a brief moment, the music stops and a weather statement comes on. The announcer warns everyone that a huge storm is coming through the area and there is a high potential for tornadoes, severe wind, and lightning..

As we are digging around, a huge thunder storm rolls in and brings nearly continuous lightning strikes. We decide to stay in the barn and wait out the storm. As we are hanging out in there, several other people walk in for shelter also. The wind picks up and it starts raining heavily. Some roofing tin falls in front of me and I wake up.

DJ Log: July 1, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a house party, hanging out and talking with several DV members. Some of the members I recognize from the Post photos of yourself forum, others have name tags on. SaMaster14, Jeff777, Ninja, Auron, Zhaylin, Keresztanya, Dannon, Moongrass, Tara, Slash, buriedmonsters, no-Name, limitless, Oneironaut, and many others are here, hanging out in several small groups, talking and such. There is a huge banner hanging on the side of the deck that has the top banner image from the DV site on it.

Everybody brought some kind of food to put on the tables on the deck, but there is snow on the steps. It seems odd that there is snow on the ground when the weather is so warm, but I grab a leaf blower and start to blow the snow off the steps and sidewalk. After blowing snow for a bit, someone I don't recognize comes up to me and starts talking to me. I turn off the leaf blower and she asks, “Can you hear me?” I reply, “Of course not.”

I put down the leaf blower and run up the steps with a few people following me. There are no tables on the deck, but there is a huge hot tub. I turn around and say, “No chemical bath for me!” then I jump off the deck and run off into the woods. As I am running, I wake up.

DJ Log: June 26, 2011 – 9:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking with a couple of friends through a huge, multilevel shopping mall, looking for May's Surplus, a military surplus store. The mall has large spiral staircases throughout the main area, as well as elevators. The center of the common area is open so you can see the floors above and below. The mall is laid out with a main hub area and several wings that branch off from the corners of the hub.

We stop and look at the mall directory and map for a bit. This is no help at all, as the store names don't match what's really there, as well as the shape of the floor layout is wrong. I find May's on the map, but it says it's right behind us. When we turn around, there's a Harbor Freight and a Taco Bell there. One of my friends suggests that we may be on the wrong floor, so we walk toward the nearest elevator.

We step into a large elevator and look at the control panel. The buttons are not very helpful, as the numbers and letters appear to be in Chinese. We look at each other puzzled for a moment, then decide to take “pot luck” and press a button. The door closes and the elevator feels like it's moving quickly. After a brief moment, the elevator stops and we almost fall against the wall from the inertia. The doors open and we are on the same floor, right in front of Taco Bell. Disgusted, I press a couple more buttons, and the elevator starts moving again without closing the doors. We can see several floors go by, and I spot the May's Surplus store as we're moving. I frantically hit a bunch of buttons, but the elevator just speeds up. It finally stops what seems like 5-6 floors away from where we want to be. Deciding that we're getting nowhere, I suggest that we take the stairs.

We walk up a large spiral staircase which leads us out through the roof and up about 3 stories into the sky. There is an exit door at the top of the stairs which leads nowhere. My friends turn around and walk back down the stairs, but I decide to go out the door and climb down the exterior of the stairwell. The stairs and framework are built from steel tubing and beams, so I can see my friends walking down the stairs as I climb down the exterior of the structure. When we get to the bottom and find ourselves standing in the parking lot. I look at my friends with a confused expression for a moment, then walk back into the mall.

When we re-enter the mall, we immediately find the May's entrance. Right at the entrance, there is a display case full of grenades and smoke bombs. On the other side are pallets of banged up ammo cans on sale for $2 each. The nicer ones are $5 each and there are really big ones for $15. We walk in a little further and see display racks full of camouflage wear. This front part of the store is small, but there is an entryway at the back that leads into the larger part of the store.

There is a security checkpoint at a entryway leading to the rest of the store where we go through a TSA-like security screening .While being screened, the security officer asked me to lift my shirt to show the belt line. I lifted my shirt and they told me to turn around and walk over to a table. When I get to the table, the officer told me to turn around and he patted me down, starting at the cuffs of my pants. When he got to my butt, he spent a little extra time patting down that region. He stops and calls another officer over to check me. The second officer comes over and pats my butt for a bit, then says to the other officer, “This one should be checked thoroughly.” Before I know it, there are 4 security officers standing around me, staring at my butt. I turn around and say, “Did you find anything you like?” I give a naughty smile, then turn and walk away.

I catch up to my friends and we continue walking. The entrance that led into the rest of the store actually leads back into the mall again. However, this wing of the mall is in Canada, as there are ICE checkpoints all over the place. We walk down the wing for a bit, then find a store that doesn't have a regular open or glass storefront. Instead, it has a single steel door with a sign above it. The sign is in a foreign language, so I'm not sure what it is. I open the door and wake up.