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

DJ Log: June 23, 2011 – 9:00PM (USA Eastern)
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I am hanging out in a large house with a friend who is in a fight with his wife. He packs up a suitcase full of stuff, then turns around and looks at me. He passes a message to me telepathically to run as fast as I can into the corner room, wait for him, then slam the door shut and lock it. I do just that, then we run up a set of stairs and into a large attic area. We run all the way to the other end of the attic, then down another set of stairs into another level of the house. We run down a long hallway, then duck out through a side door that leads outside.

I follow him through the yard and around a corner to a road that has tall trees on both sides. We run for a little while and come upon a Jeep that is in a pull-off. When we get in the Jeep and the terrain suddenly changes into a video game like GTA3. He jumps in the driver's seat at first, but I tell him to get out and I am driving. As we're driving, he is giving me directions on where to drive. I get annoyed by this, then make a sudden turn and jump over an embankment. We are staring at the sky for a moment, then land in a shopping center parking lot. I ditch the guy in the parking lot, then continue to drive around.

I hit another jump and land inside a large building. There are many empty rooms which I can drive through. I drive even faster, as I find that I can pass right through the walls. I blast through the building, then end up on a long section of road. There is a sign at the end of the road that says EXIT. As I pass under the sign, I wake up.

(Note: There was much more action and many details lost in this one. My brain was emptying itself faster than I could type it into my dream journal. I'll take anything I can get, considering this is the first recall at all in the last 3 weeks.)

DJ Log: June 4, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving up a mountain on a narrow dirt road with Chris, a friend of mine. We pull into a dirt pull-off along the road to get out to stretch our legs for a bit. The area is heavily wooded and there are birds flying around through the trees. There are a couple of other cars parked on the upper side of the area. An abandoned bus is parked on the lower side of the area. Some of the windows have been broken out and one of the windows has a metal panel over it which has been shot full of holes. There are boards tacked to a tree in front of the bus which are also full of bullet holes.

I decide to walk over and check out bus a bit closer. It looks like most of the seats have been removed and the interior is full of random junk. The bus is covered in all kinds of paintings and has “Hippie Love Bus” painted across the front. As I walk around to the other side of the bus, I find the door. I push on the door to open it, then step inside. After taking a couple of steps inside, I can see that there are two people sleeping in the back. I don't want to disturb them, so I turn around and quietly walk out. I tell Chris about it, and he says, “Really?” He walks up and knocks on the window. A couple of hippies that were sleeping in there wake up and say, “WTF”. They are quite alarmed at first, but after waking up a bit, we all hang out and talk for a while.

After talking for a while, I look around and notice how much the surroundings have changed. The dirt pull-off is now a regular paved parking lot. The wooded area is now a field with a large farm house in the distance. There are only a few trees scattered around the fence lines of the field. There is a restaurant to the left that looks like a Denny's. I look at Chris and say, “How convenient. There is a restaurant at the end of the universe.” He says, “What can I say? Do you expect perfect continuity in this?” I look at him, puzzled for a moment, then start walking toward the restaurant.

Once inside, we sit down and order something from the menu. The waitress brings out a plate with a cold can of pork-n-beans sitting on it. I stare at it for a moment, then look to see that Chris has a can of corned beef hash sitting on his plate. I say, “Let's go and find something better than this to eat.” We leave the restaurant and walk back over by the bus. The hippies have started the bus and are preparing to leave. I notice that for some reason I am still carrying my plate from the restaurant, so I walk back toward the restaurant to get rid of the plate.

As I walk, I see a lady standing behind a small pickup truck, talking on the phone. Another truck is backing up in front of it and runs into it with the trailer hitch. While talking on the phone, she grabs the truck by the tailgate and pulls it away from the other truck. She says, “I don't want anyone hitting the Memory Mobile.” The guy in the other truck gets out and apologizes to her for bumping into her truck.

I turn around and look back to see that the bus driving away and Chris is standing there, looking at me with a confused look. I wake up and cuss myself for not becoming lucid.

DJ Log: May 30, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving into a shopping center parking lot to meet up with several friends. It is a large strip mall with a grocery store on the right side and several smaller stores on the left. A few friends are already parked in front of the grocery store and are standing around talking behind their cars. I drive through the parking lot and select a front row parking space a couple of rows away from the grocery store.

As I am preparing to back into a parking spot, this old guy in a Buick jumps into my parking spot. I stop and yell at the guy for stealing my spot. He just looks at me with a puzzled look and continues to back into my spot. I put my truck back into “drive” and floor the accelerator to do a power slide, turning around to face the guy. I use psychokinesis to push the car out of the way, then I pull into the parking spot. After parking, I decide that I don't like this spot anymore, so I back out and drive over by the grocery store where my friends are at.

I park in the end row near where my friends are parked at. We bullshit for a little while then start walking toward the store. As we near the store, I see a guy wearing a giant fro-wig. He looks a lot like this guy Moritz who does an awesome synth jam-out session on YouTube (LINK). As I'm watching, he takes the wig off and reveals medium-length blonde-streaked hair underneath. I think to myself, “Yay! The mystery of what's under the wig is now solved.”

We all walk into the store and I retrieve a shopping cart. I walk through the second set of automatic doors and wake up.

While making this DJ entry, I realized that I completed the basic task of the month a second time in the same month. Now, if only I could get the advanced task.

DJ Log: May 24, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around in a large laboratory with another DC, investigating a recent murder which occurred in this room. We are looking for any clues that may be left behind. There are police lights flashing outside and I can hear a dog barking in the background.

As we are searching, we walk near a domed part of the ceiling which has windows around the dome. There is blood dripping from the ceiling here. As we both stop walking and look upward, a body and some debris crashes through the ceiling and lands on the floor. I close my eyes for a brief moment, then I look back up and see that there is nothing wrong with the ceiling. The blood is now gone and there are lights where the windows were just a moment ago. I say to myself, “Why do these things keep changing? What kind of a fucked up dream is this?”

I immediately become lucid and take a much closer look at my surroundings, while trying to utilize any many senses as possible. The windows are back where they should be and there is a large hole in the ceiling. There is a body and a large safe in the midst of a pile of debris in front of me. I can smell rancid flesh beginning to fill the air around me. The lights are all making a buzzing sound and I can hear a lab refrigerator running in the distance. I can feel small particles of debris fall out of my hair when I shake my head. I look around a bit and decide that there is nothing I want to try tasting in here.

I look back at the safe and remember the basic task of the month. I stare at the safe and attempt to move it with my mind. Instead of moving the safe, I develop x-ray vision which allows me to see that there is a gun inside the safe. I look at it again, and after struggling for a moment, the safe elevates from the pile of debris. I lift the safe all the way up to the ceiling using psychokinesis and then smash it against the wall to break it open. The safe smashes apart and the gun slides across the floor. I look back at the other DC, who is standing there completely dumbfounded. He looks at me with a really strange look, then walks over and picks up the gun with an evidence bag.

I lose my lucidity and start to walk around the lab again. All of the details disappear from the room and the dream fades away rather quickly.

I wake up and spend a moment with my eyes shut, recalling as many details as possible. I grab my flashlight and journal, then write it all down. This is my first lucid since I quit smoking cigarettes. Yay!

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 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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Note: This one may be a little too juicy for the online DJ, so a once sentence summary shall be posted here...

The most awesome non-lucid dream sex ever, then awakening during the 'grand finale'.

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 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am playing a pinball game called Super Mario Brothers Pinball. The balls drop from the top and bounce down through to the bottom. There are a couple of canons that shoot the ball back out once it goes into a side pocket, or drops off the bottom of the game. I can't seem to find the flippers, but they are not needed as there are enough things that bounce the balls around on their own.

After playing for a while, the game starts to malfunction and get into endless loops of bouncing the ball from a canon back into one of the side pockets. Sometimes, all 4 of the balls fall out at once and get stuck bouncing in various directions. The balls make the Super Mario Brothers “jump” sound whenever they hit something.

The TV that the game is on turns into a car, and the game gets into an endless loop where the ball drops from the start tube, hits the first canon, then launches back into the start tube and completely out of the game. The balls launch out of the car and start bouncing around the city. I fly away from the car and get into another car so I can watch from a distance.

I pull over into a parking lot and watch as the car stops in the middle of the road and backs slightly to align the flying balls so they bounce around between the other cars and some of the buildings. After a while, the power suddenly goes out in the city and everything goes dark. A few more balls launch out, then the lights and power in the car start to go out.

The power comes back on and the car starts to drive away. A DC sees that the game system is left lying in the middle of the road, so he grabs it and starts running after the car. I drive up and grab the game system from him and start chasing the car, but I lost track of it. The DC points and says the car pulled into a convenience store parking lot. I missed the entrance, so I pull into the next parking lot at a gas station. I get out and start running toward the game car, but I wake up before arriving.

I hope my dry spell is over. I quit smoking cigarettes about a month and a half ago and have had terrible recall during this time. I had two good fragments earlier in the night while I was sleeping on a friend's couch, then this one happened when I came home and went back to bed for a couple of hours before getting up for work.

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: April 3, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I scribbled this one down early this morning, but didn't notice it until I was getting into bed just a moment ago. Hopefully this is the end of my dry spell.

I am driving into the parking lot of my old high school, as I was hired for some sort of a sound gig. It is snowing like crazy and there is well over a foot of snow on the ground. I'm towing my equipment trailer behind my straight-piped diesel battle tank. As I drive from the parking lot to the side door by the auditorium, my tires start spinning in the snow. Aggravated by this, I put my truck in 4x4, set my rev-lock at 2500 rpm, and let the spinning tires dig a pathway the rest of the way to the building. The engine is roaring strong and the turbo sounds like a jet engine preparing for takeoff. As I bog through the snow, diesel soot pours from my exhaust pipe and blackens the snow along my freshly carved ruts.

There's a huge recall gap here, including unloading and connecting all of the equipment. Could just be a gap in recall or perhaps a dream exit and re-entry.

Everyone is getting the auditorium ready for some kind of a show. There is a DJ Setting up his equipment on a table on the left side, and I am finishing the last connections to my mixer on the right side of the room. In the rear, there is a lady setting up a projector and a DVD player. She asks me for an audio cable to connect to the DVD player, which I don't have one that's long enough. I ask her for a long microphone cable so I can extend the DVD Audio cable. She brings me a messy, knotted cable which I untangle then cut the ends off. I spliced the microphone cable together with the DVD cable and connected it to my mixer.

After a bit, the doors opened and quite a many people walked in and sat down in the chairs. The DJ started playing Cheap Trick – All I Really Want to Do. Immediately, the DJ was bombarded by people telling him to turn it off and play Justin Bieber. After a couple minutes of Bieber, I decided that I had had enough of this and I wanted to go sit in my truck and listen to some psy-trance instead. I walked toward the exit door and as soon as I opened the door, I woke up.