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

DJ Log: March 29, 2011 – 6:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding in large box truck with a few friends, talking about this bluegrass festival we're heading to. It is raining lightly and the windshield wipers are not working too well, as they skip over many areas of the glass. We are driving down a busy highway, commenting on how many idiots are on the road. Traffic is already slow, but there are still people driving slower than the rest in the left lane. Some people are passing on the shoulder to get around the slow drivers and are honking their horns and flipping the bird at them. As we drive up to the top of a mountain, there's a broken down SUV sitting in the left lane with no blinkers on. After passing this mess, the traffic picks up speed again and we cruise along for a while, talking about random bullshit.

Once we arrive at the festival grounds, we back the box truck up a hill near the stage and get ready to unload their band equipment into the back stage area. I help them unload the equipment, then they help me unload my car from the back of the truck. It's a very small convertible that four of us are able to lift and carry out of the truck. After getting it out, I put the top back on because it's still raining lightly. While pulling the top out of the trunk, I find that I have a Smith & Wesson 44 magnum revolver in there. Realizing that I forgot it was in there, I check to make sure it's unloaded then stuff it under the seat. I park the car in the back stage area then walk around a bit and check out the festival grounds.

While walking around from the back stage area, I can see that there is a steady stream of cars and trucks driving in. Several people have parked and are setting up tents and camper trailers while others are driving around looking for a good spot to park in. I take a couple of pictures with my phone then walk over to the stage area. The first band is getting set up to play, tuning up their guitars and banjos. I introduce myself to the bass player and he tells me to come back in about an hour because they're playing a couple of new songs for the first time here. As I walk around checking things out, I find the barbecue pit. Next to the food area, there are several kegs of beer with a donation box and cups on a small table. A small group of people are already tapping the first keg before the music even starts. I decide that I'm not yet ready for a beer, so I keep walking around and see if I can find anybody that I know.

I walk toward the main camping area and find a friend of mine setting up a vending area. I almost walk past him without noticing, but he yells out at me just before I pass. I walk up and we shake hands, then he introduces me to a friend of his. He then asks me about this guy I used to work with who I didn't get along with at all. I tell him that I don't want to talk about that because I'm here to enjoy myself. He gives me a strange look, then shows me some of the items that he's selling. He has some vintage leather messenger bags and brief cases for sale, as well as several wood-framed photos of old western style country scenes. I tell him that I might be interested in one of the messenger bags, but only if he has any left after the festival is over. As we chat for a bit, I help him set up a canopy and a couple of folding tables.

The rain stops and the sun begins to peek out between the clouds. I continue to walk around and come upon a small pond where several people are hanging out. I walk up to the edge, sit down on a rock, and talk to some random people. There's a drunk guy stumbling around the edge who is almost falling into the water. His hat falls off into the water and he wades in after it, then falls over and gets soaked. Several people are laughing at him as he puts his hat back on, only to find it's full of water which washes down his head and soaks him even more. He cusses a bit then walks off. I stare out across the pond for a few moments, then everything fades out and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 26, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing outside a large building, talking with a couple of friends. One is a male with dark hair and a stocky build, and the other is female with dark hair and a thin build. After discussing what to do for the evening, we decide to go to their house for a movie night. When I get in my truck, I find that the battery is dead in my truck and it won't start. The other two ask if I want to ride with them. I get in the back seat of their convertible with the female and the guy gets in the driver seat. The front right seat is missing and there is no roof, doors, or trunk. The car is just a floor pan with seats and driver controls. As we drive off, it is very noisy and windy. I ask the guy, “Can we stop by my house so I can grab a jacket?” He replies, “Sure, is it along the way?” I reply, “Yes. It's right on that first mountain we're about to drive over.”

On one of the back roads to my house, there is a box truck and a tractor blocking the road. We start to pass them on the left side and I say to the driver, “Watch out for these assholes. They will act like they don't see you, then they will run into you and not care.” The driver says, “Yeah, whatever. I've seen my share of people who don't know how to use the gas pedal. I'm gonna pass these fuckers like it's nothing.” As soon as he tries to pass, the guy in the box truck swerves to the left and almost hits the car. We stop and watch as the truck takes a while to turn around and back into an area next to a barn. The driver exchanges a hard look with the guy in the truck, then glares at the guy on the tractor as the tractor stops in the middle of the road. The guy on the tractor glares back, then gets off the tractor and walks up to the car. He says, “I saw you giving me a hard look back there, but I've decided to let it go.” I say to the driver, “Don't start anything with him. Let's just go. We're running a bit late.”

We stop by my house so I can grab a jacket. When we arrive, we walk across the yard and under a low-hanging tree with purple flowers on it. While walking up the sidewalk, we are greeted by a guy standing at my door with short blonde hair and a thin build. As I was opening my door, this guy is rambling on about choosing which amplifier to use. I say, “I don't care.” then walk in the house. I pick up my jacket and turn around to blackness, then wake up.

DJ Log: March 26, 2011 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking into a large hotel building that has a huge stadium attached to the side of it. There are several security guards standing at the counter and throughout the building. As I walk toward the counter, one of the security guys decides he doesn't like me for some reason. He pulls out his baton while giving me a couple of hard looks, then starts walking toward me, twirling his baton. I decide that I do not want to find out what his problem is, so I jump into the air and start flying. I fly up over the entry area and into a large open hallway that goes all the way to the top floor. I turn around to see that the security guy is flying after me. I look forward again to see that I'm about to crash into a window. Instead of hitting the glass, I pass right through without any effort and stop outside the building while hovering in the air.

Realizing that I just flew through a window without breaking it and am now hovering in the air, I become lucid and continue my flight. I fly up the side of the building and land on a steep part of the roof. The security guy lands near me and starts running toward me. I do a nose pinch as a quick safety check, then run and jump off the edge of the roof. I nose dive toward the ground, then catch flight and fly through the front of the building into the stadium area. The security guy crashes into the ground, then gets up and walks in the door. At this time, I decide to face him and find out what his issue is. He walks up to me and says nothing, then starts punching and kicking at me. Thinking that this is a boring place for a fight, I fly up into the upper area of the stadium and land on one of the I-beams on a roof truss. I look back and see the guy climbing up the beam toward me. It appears that he has lost his flying ability, or just doesn't want to try and fly again. As he approaches, I jump off the beam and fly through the wall and straight up into the sky.

Once I gain some altitude, I stop and look down at the building. The security guy is standing on the roof, staring up at me. I decide to take him out so I can enjoy the rest of the dream, so I summon a large sword and a shield. I dive straight toward him with the sword pointed at him. When I reach him, I pass through him then crash into the building. I tumble off the roof and fall to the ground, unable to attain flight. When I stand up, everything quickly fades before I have a moment to stabilize.

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 20, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: During WBTB I was a bit hungry, so I drank a full glass of apple juice and are a PBJ sandwich. I always thought the claimed effect of these was placebo, but this may change my mind. It was extremely vivid and detailed, although I lost most of the fine details during recall and logging. ...If only I could connect a DVR to my mental image sensor...)

I am walking through the main lobby of a huge apartment building, looking for my new apartment. The main lobby is open all of the way to the fourth floor and there are large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. As I walk down the hallway, I see that there are numbers on the doors, but they are constantly changing. I walk up a large set of stairs to the second level and walk down the hall, looking at the numbers on the doors. One side of the hall has paintings between the doors and the other side is open into the main lobby area. At the end of the hallway is a common area with a couple of chairs and a fireplace. I go up another set if stairs and arrive on the third floor. It also has a common area, but there is no fire in the fireplace. I walk down the hall, looking for my apartment.

After quite a bit of searching, I find my apartment. It has a huge main room with several smaller rooms that each have a fancy wooden door. The top half of the walls are green and the lower half is a medium wood paneling with a chair rail separating the top and bottom halves. The kitchen is very industrial looking as it is mostly stainless steel. There is a fireplace off to the side in an attached dining area. A set of double stained glass doors leads onto a large balcony that overlooks the main lobby. There is a small stairway off to the side of the balcony that leads up to the fourth floor, but the door at the top of the stairs is locked. I look through the window on the door and see that it leads into another large apartment. I turn around and go back down to my balcony.

As I come back in from the balcony, I run into a friendly middle-aged black lady that walked in from the apartment next door. She tells me that she is the apartment guide and would like to show me around the new place. She walks me all around the apartment, then shows me where the laundry room is. All of the rooms are empty except the laundry room, which has a washer and dryer in it. She sees that I don't have any furniture yet and offers me her futon to sleep for the first night. I accept her offer and follow her back to her place. I take off my shoes and sit down on her futon. She walks away for a moment, then returns with a glass of water. When I lay down, I close my eyes and transition into a different dream scene.

I an the main character in a first-person shooter game looks a lot like the classic Doom game. My health and stats are in my field of vision. I say to myself, “Wow, I'm in a video game!” I quickly become lucid and summon a keyboard so I can enter some cheat codes. I hear some shots being fired in the distance, so I enter IDKFA and my weapons repository fills up. I enter IDDQD and I feel a tingling sensation throughout my body as my health meter flashes, then expands to about three times the normal size. I select the grenade launcher and walk into the next room. There are a three characters in the room that look like the creatures from Aliens who immediately turn and start walking toward me. I fire the grenade launcher and blow one of them to pieces. I shoot the other two then run to the door on the other side of the room. I push on the door with my hand, but nothing happens. I tap the space bar on the keyboard and the door opens into another room.

This room looks like an IT closet. There are racks of servers and networking equipment all over it. I put away the grenade launcher and type something on the keyboard which morphs me into a small fly. I fly around in the room for a moment, then find a hole in the ceiling. I fly around above the ceiling tiles until I find another hole that leads me into another room. This room is very small on one side and there are cable management trays going through it. The other side of the room is about normal height and has some metal shelves against the wall. There is a fluorescent light on the ceiling that is flickering badly. I fly around the corner into another room that has a couple of empty metal shelves along one wall.

Suddenly, the door opens and a long blonde haired woman walks in. She looks straight at me and starts talking about something. Her words come out as total nonsense and I can't make out any words she is saying. Thinking it is a foreign language that I can't understand, I decide to keep exploring. I fly up into the ceiling and start looking around for another hole to fly into. Suddenly, I false-awaken back to the futon in the original dream.

I stand up from the futon and notice that I am wearing some kind of martial arts uniform. It's a thick, dark material and is formed like a sleeveless cape. It has some graphics on the front that looks like a couple of sword fighters. I look around for a bit, then reach up to rub my eyes and see that I have only 3 fingers on my right hand. This irritates me a bit, so I put my hands in my pockets, pull them out and look at them again. Now they have 4 fingers and a thumb each. I nearly lost my lucidity, but I pinch my nose and can still breathe through it, reaffirming my lucidity.

I walk out of the room into a large social area. There are several others wearing the same uniforms and they all look at me strange as I walk through to get to the bar at the other end of the room. A couple of them are practicing fighting with rubber knives. They both lunge at my throat with the rubber knives as I walk by. I extend both arms with my hands pointed upward and use telekinesis to shove them into the opposing walls as I walk between them. They both fall to the floor and quickly dissolve.

I arrive at the bar and ask the bartender for the House Special. As he mixes my drink, I look at the ceiling and see that all of the lights are off. I can barely see anything, except that there is a light switch on the bar. I flip the switch and nothing happens, so I look back at the lights and say, “Lights Now!” and a couple of the lights turn on very dimly. I repeat a couple of times and about half of the lights reach full brightness. The bartender comes back and hands me a very unusual looking drink. It's a slightly green margarita that's in a large fish bowl shaped stem glass and it has some dry ice in it. There is heavy steam bubbling out of the drink that is rolling down the glass and across the bar. I take a sip and it tastes like a green Jolly Rancher. I blow into the steam and see that there is a strawberry on a stick in the middle of the drink. I smile and remember the basic task of the month, then grab the stick and eat the strawberry. It tastes like chocolate and has a very gritty consistency. Once I swallow it, I set the stick down and look around the bar.

I look to my right and there is a younger guy who is becoming partially transparent and is looking around very nervously. A girl standing nearby tells him that he is destabilizing and he must spin if he wants to stay in the dream. He drops to the floor on his left hand and starts to push himself around in a circle with his feet, sort of like he's break dancing. After a moment, he fades back to normal and stands up again. He rubs his hands together for a bit then walks off with a smile on his face.

I finish my drink and walk back to my apartment. It appears that my furniture has showed up, but it is still in boxes and plastic overwrap. I walk back to the apartment where I slept at and look for my shoes. I find them, but the laces are untied. I try to tie them, but there are like 5 loops and at least 7 lace ends. I spend a while trying to untangle them, but the dream suddenly fades and I wake up.

When I wake up, I think to myself: What a perfect way to waste a really good lucid dream... ...tying my damn shoes...

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am on a open shuttle bus, riding from a huge parking lot into a large water park. There are several other people on the bus that are all dressed in bathing suits, spandex shorts, or bikinis. I am wearing blue jean shorts, a black cutoff t-shirt, and no shoes. The bus stops and unloads us all in front of the ticket booth at the main gate. I hand the cashier some money and she hands me a ticket. I turn around and pass through the turnstiles, handing a guy my ticket in exchange for an arm band.

I follow a large group of people through the park, looking at all the water rides and commenting on how boring most of them look. The group splits and I walk with several others into a large stadium-like area that overviews the ocean. The setting is night and there is a storm out at sea, creating some nice big waves. The stadium is built from heavy steel and has concrete floors and seats. All of the seats appear to be uncomfortable, as they have steel pipes for back and arm rests. I climb all the way to the top row and select one of the highest seating areas in order to gain the best view possible. There are a couple of rows behind me, but they are a bit lower than the top row. A guy and a lady with medium-length red hair sit directly in front of me. The lady quickly starts to flirt with me, but I pay no attention to her. She grabs my hand and stares at me with a seductive look. I withdrawal my hand and continue to ignore her. The lady continues to flirt with me until her man catches onto what's going on and they move. He looks at me with a strange look as they walk away.

The storm approaches and the waves begin to get really large and crash into the stadium, causing it to move and make creaking sounds. About half of the people leave and the remainder find good spots to hold on and enjoy the ride. Suddenly, I feel someone messing around with my back pocket area, so I reach back and push my wallet deeper into my pocket. I can hear a guy say, “Damn, I almost had it” as he quickly walks away. I momentarily pull out my wallet to make sure it's still there, then shift around a bit and lay down sideways in a manner that my wallet pocket is pressed against one of the metal pipes so nobody can get to it. My legs are now hanging slightly off the rear of top row and into the lower row behind me.

After a few more waves, I can feel someone playing with my bare feet. I look to see a younger guy and girl, both playing with my feet and toes and massaging my legs. I think that this is a bit strange, but it feels really good so I don't stop them from doing it. I look forward to see a guy with short blonde hair and a ball cap who just sat in the row in front of me. He leans back and looks at me with a rather playful look. I ignore him and continue to watch the waves coming in. A really large wave crashes into the stadium, causing it to move around quite a bit. A bit of water splashes the top row and pushes the guy up over the bar and almost into my lap. The girl and guy behind me grab onto my legs and hold on tight when the wave hits, then they start to paint and draw on my legs. I feel a third person now playing with my feet while the other two work on my legs. I push the guy off me and he sits back down in the seat in front of me. I start to wonder I am sitting in the 'fuck with me' seat or something.

As I watch the waves crashing into the stadium, a surfer crashes into the stadium with one of the waves. After the wave recedes, he stands up and appears to be a bit dazed. A couple of security personnel quickly run in and grab him, saying, “You don't belong in here!” and “You don't have a wrist band.” while carrying him away.

After a few more waves, I feel the need to use the restroom, so I get up and climb down toward the front of the seating area so I can make my way over to the stalls. The blonde guy follows me along with the other three that were behind me. I stop and sit down against the wall to brace for another big wave and the three people from behind me grab the rails also. The blonde guy keeps walking toward the restrooms. I look down and see that they had painted both of my legs with very colorful, full tribal tattoo designs. I look at them and say, “That looks awesome! Thanks!” They tell me that they will paint the rest of my body if I want them to. I agree that that would be cool and tell them to stay there and I will be back in a moment. After the wave hits, I get back up and walk into the first restroom stall. The stall is very small and has a small urinal on the ground, directly below the sink. There is a side door inside the stall, labeled Employees Only. As I start to urinate, a lady comes out of the side door with a broom, says, “Excuse me.” then leaves the stall. I finish my “duties” then wash my hands in the sink. When I exit the stall, the blonde guy is sitting at the edge of the steps that lead up to the stall area. As I walk by, he grabs my arm and says, “Come down here.” I sit down beside him and he asks if I have a lighter. I ask, “Why?” and he says, “I've got a doobie and it's the good stuff.” I say, “We can't smoke that right here, there are employees all around here. We should go back to the stadium and hide on the top row.” He keeps insisting on smoking it there but I refuse, then get up and walk away.

The dream quickly fades and I wake up, feeling a moderate need to urinate. As usual, the feeling propagated into the dream and incorporated itself into the story line quite well.

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am shoveling snow from my driveway and the area just inside the door of my cargo trailer. It's dark and there is about 6 inches of snow on the ground, and about an inch on the road over a layer of ice. A couple of cars drive by very slowly with their flashers on. Suddenly, a motorcycle drives by very quickly then hits one of the cars, causing it to spin around and hit the other car. Another car and a van hit the brakes and slide down the road and end up crashing into the other cars. Shortly after, a pickup truck and another car slide into the wreckage.

I retrieve a flashlight from the trailer and run to the road to see if everyone is OK. Just then, a whole bunch of people are running down the hill, a lady yelling, “He just stole my motorcycle.” As they pass, the motorcycle restarts the engine and buzzes down the road. I join the chase and we are all taking huge leaping strides while we run. It only takes about 30 steps to cover about a mile (1.6Km) of road until we reach the bottom of the hill and watch the thief run into a building on the edge of town. Everyone stops and I hear someone yell, “You asshole! Don't go and start shit inside the BB&T bank.” I turn around and say, “I'm not afraid to just march into there and find this asshole.” then I run up and push my way through the revolving door. Most of the people follow me into what looks like a sleazy night club, not the bank which it looked like from the outside. We search around a bit, but the bike thief is nowhere to be seen. A random guy walks out into the hallway and asks us if we want to buy some Special K. I decline, then turn around and walk back out the door, being followed by a few others.

I walk back up the hill toward my house, listening to the people behind me mumbling about how we missed the thief. When I approach my driveway, the others behind me run as fast as they can past me and up the hill into my yard. After a brief moment, I hear a bit of commotion, then one of them yells, “I found him!” I retrieve a pistol from my side holster and start walking up the hill toward them.

The dream quickly fades and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in the basement of my parent's old house, listening to the sound of them watching TV upstairs. I walk upstairs into the living room and see my mom sitting on the couch and my dad sitting in the recliner, eating popcorn. Their dog, a black toy poodle, is sitting on the couch beside my mom, staring at me and wagging its tail. My cell phone starts ringing and I retrieve it from my pocket to see an incoming call from 'Lucid Awareness' on the screen. I step into the hallway and answer the call, but the line is silent.

I immediately become lucid and look back at the phone. The screen is now blank, but the phone is projecting an image of the screen onto the wall in the hallway. Suddenly a text message appears from the same caller, 'Lucid Awareness'. I don't bother to read the message, but drop the phone and walk back into the living room. I say to my mom, “This is a dream!” She gives me a strange look and says, “No, silly, it's not a dream.” I say, “If this is not a dream, could I do this?” I effortlessly push my right index finger through my left palm and show her what I just did. She gives me a brief look of shock, then looks back toward the TV.

I go over to a fish tank on the table and reach through the glass and try to grab the fish. The fish quickly swims away from my hand as I try to grab them. I can feel the cold water on my arm and the bubbles rising from the air pump at the bottom of the tank. Suddenly the dog starts barking frantically at me, then runs over and starts biting at my other hand. I pull my arm out of the fish tank and walk away from the dog, but it tries to climb up my legs and bites at my ankles. I say to the dog, “Stop it, or I'll put you in the TV.” The dog gets even more angry, growling and biting me even harder. I pick up the dog and walk over to the TV, tossing the dog into the screen. The dog passes right through the screen, then turns around and stares at me through the glass with a very confused look. Both mom and dad stand up and start yelling at me to get the dog out of the TV. I get down on my knees and reach into the TV screen, but I can't find the dog. I reach a bit further into the TV, up to my shoulders at this time, but I still can't find it. I ask my dad to grab my legs so I don't fall in, then I climb in about to my waist. Suddenly, the inside of the TV turns into a rainbow vortex and tries to pull me in. I can feel dad pulling at my legs, but he loses his grip and I fall into the vortex.

I hear a loud bang sound then quickly wake up.

DJ Log: March 18, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving far out in an unfamiliar area, trying to figure out how to get where I'm going with a GPS unit. According to the GPS map, there is a large river between me and the place I want to be. The map is very unclear, as the small roads disappear once I zoom out far enough to see my destination. The automatic route calculator is not working at all. There are only two bridges across the river, but both bridges are far out of the way. My GPS tells me to take a small road ahead, which turns out to be a small one lane road, terminating at a farm house. I turn around and head back to the main road.

I ignore the GPS and continue to drive along the river bank, looking for a bridge or a shallow area I can drive across. After driving for a while, I stop at a yard sale at a mobile home. There is an older lady who has exotic homemade chocolates and candies for sale. I ask her if she knows how to get to (don't recall name) and she tells me she's not really sure how to get there. I ask her how to cross the river and she just gives me a confused look. As I am walking away, she calls me back over and gives me a couple bags of chocolates for my trip. I offer her some money, but she refuses to accept it. I thank her, then drive off.

DJ Log: Sometime in the last month...
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(Note: I was recording several dreams today into my DJ from my notebook and noticed that there was a page in the middle of the notebook that was curled up. I flipped to that page to find some scribbles about a dream. I have no idea what day it happened, but this notebook is only about a month old.)

I am at my work bench, disassembling and trying to repair an old pair of home stereo speakers. The foam surrounds are all rotten and I am trying to fix them with duct tape, but it's not working too well. They sound very crunchy when connected to the stereo.

I open a speaker web site on my laptop and order some replacement drivers. Once I enter my address and credit card information, I click the “Place Order” button at the bottom of the screen. Instantly, my doorbell rings a couple of times. I open the door to be greeted by a smiling UPS delivery driver who is handing me a couple of boxes and his signature tablet. I drop the boxes on the floor and sign the tablet.

I open the first box and it has a brand new woofer in it. I set the woofer on my bench then notice that there are several other speakers in the box. Dumping out the box reveals about a dozen speakers in various states of disrepair. Some of them have no cones at all, and others are full of holes. One of them has no magnet at all and is rusty. The second box is full of Styrofoam peanuts and nothing else.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – 5:45PM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing on a small dock by the ocean with a couple of friends, trying to untie a bundle of blue helium balloons that have lost most of their floating ability. After a bit of struggle, I free one balloon from the bundle. One of my friends grabs the bundle and tries to free one.

I toss the balloon off the edge of the dock, watching as it bobs along the surface of the water over the small waves. It slowly floats away from the dock, then catches a breeze and blows out to sea. A couple of large birds chase it and play around with it for a little while before one of the birds pops it, causing both birds to jump a bit. One of the birds grabs the deflated balloon in its beak and they both fly off.

While watching the birds fly away, I see a stripeless snow white tiger swimming toward the dock while staring straight at us. When it gets a little closer, it raised its head and makes an angry bobcat-like sound. I stand up and quickly walk off the dock toward the beach area in an attempt to lure the tiger to follow me instead of bothering my friends. It climbs out of the water and growls at me before running straight toward me.

I retrieve a pistol from my side and rapidly discharge 7 shots into its head which don't do much to the tiger other than take its eyes out. I fire 4 more shots into its head, causing it to slow down quite a bit. I turn to my friends and tell them to hurry up and get into the beach house.

As my friends and I make our way toward the beach house, the tiger staggers around but manages to follow us. I drop the empty clip from the pistol and load a new clip. As they walk toward the house, I walk around the other side of the tiger and fire a few more shots at it. The gun makes a lot of noise, but it doesn't seem to do much of anything to the tiger. My friends make it into the house and the tiger is now wandering around aimlessly in the driveway. As I walk to the door, the dream fades quickly and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – ~5:30PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I came home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, feeling like a migraine was coming on. I checked my email, then laid down for a late afternoon nap at about 4:45PM and had a couple of nice vivid non-lucids.)

I am laying on a sandy beach with a male friend, J, to my left and a female friend, R, to my right. J tries to boop me on my nose and misses. R reaches over me and tries to boop J, but he rolls over which causes her to miss. Her arm brushes my nose during her attempt. I partially sit up, then lean over and boop R on the nose with my nose. She boops me back with her finger, then I playfully bite her on the nose. She squirms around to get away and makes some really strange noises, then boops me again. I turn around and J is giving me a really strange look.

The dream suddenly fades. I wake up for a brief moment, laying perfectly still and quickly fall back asleep. This takes me into the next dream entitled; Shooting a white tiger.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding in a car with a female friend to an automatic car wash behind a gas station. There is a pay station in front of the bay door, but it has a sign on it that says, “Free Wash Today.” She drives into the car wash bay, but there is no washing equipment inside. It's just an empty garage space with only a single overhead light. She says, “I'm going inside to ask what's wrong with the car wash.” We drive out the other side and park, then go inside the gas station's convenience store.

The store is very crowded and noisy. There are quite a few people waiting in line to order food at the deli counter and there is a long line at the cashier. Some guy is arguing with the cashier about them putting too many pickles on his sandwich. He is picking the pickles off the sandwich and counting them out loud as he drops them on the counter. I roll my eyes and go back outside to see a whole line of clean wet cars coming out of the car wash, some of them still soapy. There is a tractor-trailer rig and a cement truck waiting in a long line to enter the wash bay. I couldn't help but think that they fixed the car wash and I should find my friend so we can wash the car.

When I turn around to go back into the store, there is a girl sitting at a small round table immediately outside the entry door. She is reading a book and does not respond when I ask her to move. I push at the table, but it won't move. I grab the door handle and pull really hard, scooting the table out of the way with the door.

Once inside, I walk to the back of the store and pick out a soda from the cooler, then walk over to a shelf and look at the small bags of chips and snacks. There is a bag a Hawaiian Onion potato chips with a $1.29 price tag and a small bag of popcorn right next to it with a price tag of $11.99. I pick up a bag of popcorn and look at it again to see that the price tag has disappeared. I pick up another bag and the price tag falls off onto the floor. I want to pick up the price tag, but find myself distracted by a couple of guys standing at the next aisle that are giving me a really strange look.

I wake up to see that I overslept a bit and am late to work.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing with a huge crowd of people in the middle of a shopping mall. A guy is walking around with a clipboard, counting and registering us for some kind of a hide-and-seek game throughout the mall. I sign the sheet, then walk with several others into a Radio Shack store. I'm looking at the first glass display case and see that there is a micro-cassette recorder for $100, but right next to it is a digital voice recorder for only $15. I ask one of the sales associates why there is such a drastic price difference when I see one of those stupid shake weights sitting on the next display case. I immediately thought about the SNL skit of all the girls “jerking off” the shake weight, so I asked to see it. The salesman wouldn't let me have it, then he picks it up and hides it under the counter, saying, “No, you can't jerk it off! ...Pervert...”

Click image to see the SNL Shake Weight parody on YouTube.

A couple of us walk over to the round center island display where a salesman is handing out various electronic items to everyone. Suddenly, I see the shake weight again. I run to grab it, but the guy knocks it off the counter and hides it again. I say, “I don't need the stupid shake weight. I can do just fine without it.” I make the physical motion of having one in each hand, shaking them toward my face and sticking out my tongue like the last girl in the SNL parody video.

I woke up laughing, then wrote in my DJ.