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

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.

DJ Log: February 28, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting inside a large electrical junction box, connecting some wiring together. Noticing that the box is moving around slightly, I stand up to see that the box I am sitting in is floating in the middle of the ocean. I look at my hands and count 7 fingers in my right hand and 4 on my left. This leaves me with no choice but to become lucid. I can see that there is another large junction box not too far away. I climb down into the conduit and crawl to the other junction box, thinking that there should be a boat right next to the box when I arrive.

I climb out and there is a medium sized fishing boat tied off to the box. I climb aboard and try to figure out how to start the engine. The dashboard looks much like a jet aircraft, as there are entirely too many buttons, switches and pilot lights for me to figure out. I close my eyes and press a random button and the engine starts. I look back at the dashboard, and there is only one button in the middle under the steering wheel. There is a shifter lever on the steering wheel, much like an automobile with automatic transmission, so I put it in “D” and press the gas pedal. The boat accelerates rapidly and I try to make my way to the nearest land.

My alarm clock goes off and I wake up, cussing the clock. I think I will set it 10 minutes ahead of where it's currently set.

DJ Log: February 26, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing at the shore of a small lake with several people, some younger and some older. The morning sun is shining through the valley, illuminating a large section right in the middle of the lake. A heavy mist is lingering at the edges of the lake that are not yet receiving direct sunlight. The air is a bit cool, but the sun is quite warm. There are birds swooping down and picking up small bugs that are flying just above the water. At the opposite end of the lake, there is a another group of people swimming around.

I pick up a large bag full of pool floaties and begin to inflate them with an air compressor that's conveniently sitting near the edge of the water. (Note: Why this didn't seem strange enough to make me question reality, I will never know...) The kids all jump in first and grab the floaties, then float off to the middle of the lake. I continue to inflate and throw floaties to the kids. Some of them look like small air mattresses and some of them are giant rubber duckies. The last floatie had a large hole in it and won't hold air, so I drop it on the ground. I pick up a couple floating chairs, unfold them and set them on the water. Thinking that I am ready to get in the water, I walk over to a picnic table so I have somewhere dry to lay my clothes.

I pull my shirt off and look back at the water. I am a bit concerned that there are sharp rocks or other things in the water that I don't want to step on, so I decide to leave my shoes on. I already have my swimming shorts on under my pants, so I remove my belt and take my pants pants off, noticing that there is a two-way radio clipped on my pants. I walk toward the water and think for a second, “It's February! It's way too cold to swim! Wait a minute, how did I take my pants off with my shoes on?” I become lucid, then turn around and start walking back to the picnic table where I left my clothes.

I wake up and RC a couple times, thinking at least I was lucid for 5 seconds. I should have tried to stabilize, but then again it's 9:30AM and I usually never sleep this late.

DJ Log: February 26, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down the sidewalk of a large strip mall, gazing in the windows of some stores. All of the stores have Lucid or Dreaming in their names. Some of the names include: Lucid Books; Kitchen Dreams; Lucid Cigars; Lucid Beer, Wine, and Dreams; $1 Dream Store.

I woke up and cussed myself for not noticing all these signs.

DJ Log: February 23, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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A few random fragments from this morning include:
(1) Walking into my office and finding a large sinkhole in the middle of the floor.
(2) Getting into a fight with my steering wheel because the horn honks randomly while I'm driving.
(3) Looking for a dream on eBay. (Why this one didn't trigger a lucid is beyond me...)

DJ Log: February 20, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: Before bed, I ate a peanut butter, strawberry, and banana sandwich with a full glass of apple juice)

I am walking through a user car lot with a female DC. She points at a couple of cars along the way, but I tell her to keep looking because the one she pointed at was not a very reliable car. I look up and see a couple of cars flying overhead. I become lucid and reinforce it with a nose pinch that fails. I look back at the DC and see that she has partially morphed into a theater popcorn machine. I reach into the machine and grab a bag of popcorn, then shake my head and continue walking.

Unfortunately, this is all that I can recall at 10:00AM. I failed to write anything in my log book or record anything on my tape recorder.

DJ Log: February 19, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in a poorly-lit parking lot of a strip mall, chugging a thick, bitter bottled drink of some kind. I throw the empty bottle on the ground and reach into the bag to grab another. Just as I open the second bottle, a young female DC who is walking by picks up the empty bottle and hands it back to me, saying, “Don't litter here. It's not cool, dude.” She walks away, cussing me under her breath. I look at the bottle closely and notice that the drink is called ESCAPE and right under the title it says The Ultimate Lucid Induction Drink. I throw the empty bottle on the ground again continue to chug the second bottle.

When I woke up, I was a bit mad at myself for not noticing that one. Wouldn't it be nice if there was such a drink?

DJ Log: February 19, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
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#1 Busted!
I am sitting on the top of a bunk bed with a younger DC, watching cartoons on TV. We are taking hits from a pipe and blowing the smoke out the window. Suddenly, the door opens and our parents walk in. I quickly hide the pipe and lighter under the pillow, but it's too late. We're busted!

#2 A long hallway.
I am walking toward a door at the end of a long hallway with no doors or windows on the sides. I can hear several people talking and laughing at the end of the hall. I arrive at the door, open it and walk in the room. There are several older people sitting around cracking corny jokes to each other. I am very disinterested, so I turn around and leave the room through the same door. There is no hallway this time, just another room with tables full of random junk. I walk over to one of the tables and see several rack-mount audio effects processors, some of which are partially disassembled.

DJ Log: February 18, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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A few fragments from this morning. My alarm clock woke up, so I think that may have killed my recall. I only seem to have the good recall when I awaken naturally.

I remember walking through a portal on a tree. The other side of the portal lead me through the front door of a large old house. I walked through the room, opened a door and walked through the next room. There were no hallways, and the rooms were all connected by doors. Remember walking through at least a dozen rooms and finding an older fellow sitting at a desk in one of the rooms.

DJ Log: February 13, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: During WBTB, I smoked 2 cigarettes of my usual herbal blend; Calea Zacatechichi, Mugwort, Damiana, Wild Lettuce, and Wild Dagga. I took 300mg Alpha GPC, a B-Complex, and 200mg L-Theanine with 2 glasses of apple juice. Immediately before returning to bed, took 8mg Galantamine+Choline. I attempted a WILD, and had some interesting results.)

I climb into bed and put my flashing LED glasses on. I set the brightness very low and set the speed to approximately 12Hz. I slowly turn up the brightness to a comfortable level. At first, geometric patterns begin to form in a chaotic fashion. The patterns slowly move around and form into structures. They are becoming well organized, sliding around and fitting together like puzzle pieces. Once the puzzle completes the assembly of itself, the texture of the patterns melt into a solid white plane that seems to maintain sync with the flashing. As my brainwaves try to stay in sync with the flashing, small corrections cause the flashing to become very apparent for split seconds until my brain corrects the synchronization. In my experience of electronics, it seems that my brain was functioning like a PLL (Phase Locked Loop) circuit, making minor real-time corrections to maintain a frequency lock with the reference source, the LED glasses. After about 5 minutes, I remove the LED glasses while keeping my eyes closed.

I decide to try my first waking attempt at a WILD, so I relax fully and perform the stop-drop-roll technique I read about in one of the DV forums. This felt pretty good, as all the tension builds up in my arms, then shoots out of my fingers when I drop my arms. While remaining entirely motionless, I begin my mantra, “I will do a reality check and become lucid” with my internal voice to help reduce and eliminate the internal chatter. Within a couple of minutes, my fingers and toes start to vibrate and the waves slowly travel up my legs and arms. The vibrations are out of sync at first and collide with each other, but they slowly get in sync as the vibrations approach the center of my body and intersect with each other. This vibration intersection and synchronization process is quite uneasy, as I have to override multiple extremely strong impulses to move my body. I read about this several times, so I feel that I am well prepared to handle it. After what felt like 30 minutes, my dream eyes opened by themselves and I can see a deep tunnel full of thick glowing white spider webs. I attempt to find my hands so I can count my fingers to confirm my lucidity, but I am tangled in the web. There is absolutely no doubt that I am fully lucid, but I have poor control. I pull at my arms a bit harder and the vision went black.

A false awakening (FA #1) put me back in my bed where I could feel my body vibrating again. I keep my eyes closed and clear my vision canvas. I focus on my past memories of the Arizona White Rock Canyon, which I had visited about 6 years ago. I would really like to try and accomplish one of my dream goals by flying through the deep canyons. I start to form a clear and detailed vision of the rocks, but suddenly the vibrations come back and crumble the rocks. A large fissure develops in the ground and I am free falling into near darkness. I try to jump and fly, but the gravity in the fissure is Jupiter-strength and I cannot fight against it. At the end of the fall, I crash into the ground quite hard and a lot of rocks and debris fall on top of me. (Note: This is the first time I recall potentially being killed in a dream.)

Once again, an FA (#2) into my bed and I can feel my body vibrating, quite a bit less than before. This time I make no attempt to steer the dream nor open my eyes. After a brief moment, I find myself laying in my bed with my winter boots and a heavy coat on. My right hand is in my coat pocket, trying to pull out a plastic box about the size of a 25-CD storage case. As soon as I pull the box out, strong vibrations travel up my right arm that create an intense wave that rolls through my body and bounces off the opposite end, my left leg, then make a U-turn and travel back out my right arm. After the vibrations stop, I hear a loud pop sound.

Once again, I FA (#3) into my bed. Opening my eyes, it appears that I am actually awake. I stare at the ceiling for a moment, trying to recollect my thoughts and figure out what I want to do with this dream. I climb out of bed and go into my bathroom. I try to turn on the light, but it won't turn on. I exclaim, “Shit! I can't believe that FA got me! That's bullshit.” I look in the mirror and my face starts to melt, then turns sideways in the reflection. I float off the floor and my feet are almost touching the ceiling, as if I'm being steered by my reflection. I look into the mirror again and there is a vortex with bright streaks of lightning swirling around in it and my reflection is gone. There is a rumbling noise in the background, resembling the sound of a large waterfall from a distance. I try to move myself toward the mirror, but I am suspended in the air and unable to move. A person approaches from the vortex in the mirror and starts to reach a hand out toward me. I was a bit unnerved that I could not move, so I closed my eyes and pushed as hard as I could with my legs. As I am pushing, I hear a sound that resembles squeaky brakes on a train in the distance.

I FA (#4) back into my bed again. The vibrations are faint and move slowly down my legs and disappear off the tips of my toes. I can feel myself floating off the bed, so I try to turn it into flight, but I fall through my bed and roll out from under it. I try to stand up, but end up floating instead. I can see myself in the bed. I look at my hands and I have at least 7 fingers on each hand. I can feel the texture of the blanket and hear the computer fan running. I turn to look at the window and fall backwards.

Once again, I FA (#5) into bed. Getting a bit frustrated after 5 FA's, I decide to wake up. I just told myself to wake up, and I sat up in bed. A nose pinch and finger count confirm that I am awake, then a follow-up RC with the light switch for a triple-check. I sit down at my PC and write my log up to this point. I intend to go back to bed in a bit and see if I can WILD again, but I think I'm way too awake now.

I get back into bed and squirm around a bit until I find that comfortable position. It's that magic position where the blanket is not pulling in any direction and the pillow is no longer making that scrunching sound. My legs are relaxed and the toes are hanging just off the edge of the mattress so they're not cramped up. This time, I change my mantra to, “I have control of everything” which I hope will work towards rectifying the control issue that I had earlier. I lay motionless for about 30 minutes and I can feel the vibrations of SP coming on again. The vibrations start from the center and work their way out to the ends of my fingers and toes, then slowly disappear. I see a bright flash of light and hear a burst of TV static sound.

I find myself in yet another FA (#6) on the couch at a friend's house. My friend and his girlfriend are both standing there, looking at me like I have two heads or something. I look at them for a second, then I look at my hands and count 3 fingers on my left hand and 8 fingers on my right hand. I am already lucid, but this reinforces it. I look back at them and say, “Buzz off” as I wave my hand at them. They both walk away and leave me alone. I get up off the couch and walk over to one of the many windows in the room. I raise the blinds, revealing a crowded shopping mall outside the window. I think about climbing out for a second, then decide that I'm at the wrong window. I close the blinds and move to the next window. The second window reveals a stormy, choppy ocean with lightning streaking across the sky. I can see the flashes from the lightning reflecting off the floor and walls of the room. Being uninterested in diving out into the middle of a storm, I close the blinds and move to the next window. The third window shows a mountainous terrain in the background and a rich green meadow full of flowers in the foreground. There is a stream winding its way through the meadow and there are birds flying all around. I thought to myself that this is way too peaceful of a scene and I absolutely must inject some havoc.

I do a quick nose pinch and shove my finger through my hand twice to make sure I'm good to jump out of a window. I take a step back, kick the glass out of the window effortlessly, and then jump out. Just as I am starting to gain flight control, I suddenly land on something. I look down to find that I just landed on Falkor's back right in front of Atreyu from the first Neverending Story.

Atreyu grabs my shoulders and says, “Hold on!” Falkor makes a quick turn and starts flying high into the sky. I thought for a second that this was kinda cool, but it definitely not what I had in mind. I jumped off Falkor's back and did a nose-dive straight into the ground. This was the dream's exit.

I woke up kinda mad that I jumped off and lost the dream. I should have just went for the ride, but whatev...

DJ Log: February 12, 2011 – Morning, 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am entering a large parking garage through a doorway from an airport. The warm humid air stinks of car exhaust and tire smoke. The sound of the buzzing ballasts in the putrid yellow high-pressure sodium light fixtures drown out my footsteps. The walls are dingy gray and there are many rusty pipes along the ceiling. I walk down the main aisle and approach the railing on the ramp where I can see the levels above and below the level I am walking on.

There is a guy walking on the lower level who is looking under and between cars as he walks toward the ramp. He has medium-length dark hair and is wearing a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt, black jeans, and black boots. He is carrying a large pistol, and has another pistol in a side holster. Before he spots me, I quickly move away from the railing and walk briskly up the ramp and toward the central stairway and elevator shaft.

As I approach the elevator, I see a guy who appears to have been shot in the leg. He is tying a t-shirt around his wounded leg and gives me a distressed look as I approach. He has long dirty-blond hair and blue eyes, and is wearing a long-sleeve gray striped shirt, torn blue jeans, and black shoes. There is some blood on the ground, and what looks to be the bullet he was shot with. There are several brown cloth shopping bags and a light gray case sitting on the ground. The case has a broken latch and is partially open, revealing that it is full of bright green pills. I ask him, “Are you OK?” As he is cleaning off his hands in a water fountain, he replies, “I am being hunted and it is not safe to stay here.” I say, “I think I saw your hunter on the way over here and he's walking up the ramp to this level right now.” I ask, “Are you OK to walk?” He replies, “My leg is OK, but I could use some help.” I ask, “Would you like me to help you carry anything?” He replies, “Sure, if you could grab the case, it is more important than any of these bags.” I pick up the case, holding it closed to keep any the pills from falling out. He picks up a couple of the bags and puts them into a trash can, then picks up the rest of the bags and walks with me to the stairs.

We walk down the stairs for a couple of floors, then decide to try the elevator. We walk around to the elevator and press the down button. The door opens immediately, and when we get in, the door closes quickly behind us. The control panel has only one button, so I push it. The elevator is making no noise and I cannot feel any movement at all. I can see my blurry reflection in the door, so I move closer and see that I have really large ears and a third eye in the middle of my forehead. I immediately become lucid and take a brief moment to stabilize by rubbing my hands together while looking up at the ceiling of the elevator. The ceiling is a typical medium fake wood-grain laminate with some brass panels in the corners. There are three white porcelain pull-chain sockets, two of which have a clear light bulb in them. The third socket has the broken remains of a bulb. There is a rusty metal fan grille with a logo plate that looks like it's in Russian, having an inverted 'N' and some other letters on it. I look down again and see that my reflection is gone and the control panel has hundreds of buttons on it now.

Realizing that I am dreaming now, I really want to strike up a half-intelligent conversation with the DC I just met. I look at the guy and ask, “What's your name?” He replies, “I'm Joe.” I put out my hand and say, “I'm Jim, glad I can help you out.” He gives me a firm handshake and says, “Thank you.” While giving Joe a good looking over, I say, “I love your hair, it's my favorite color.” He says, “Thanks, I like yours as well.” I ask, “Wouldn't it be awesome if we could trade hair for a day?” Joe looks at me for a moment, slightly puzzled, then asks, “Does it seem like this elevator is not going anywhere?” I reply, “I'm not sure. I haven't felt it move yet.” I look at the control panel and now there are no buttons at all. Becoming impatient with the elevator, I grab the door and force it open, only to discover that we are on the same level of the garage. I say, “Shit! Let's go back to the stairs. At least they seem to work properly in here.” We walk around the elevator and start heading down the stairs.

There is a female attendant standing behind a podium on the first landing of the stairs. She is collecting a cash payment for a ticket to access the last section of the stairway. A couple of rough-looking guards are checking ticket stubs as people pass through. Some people in front of us pay, receive a ticket and walk through. Both Joe and I pull out some cash and pay the attendant, but before we receive our tickets, I see the hunter walking toward the other side of the elevator shaft on the floor below. Joe's back is toward the hunter, and I am facing his direction. The hunter is looking the opposite direction as he approaches the elevator area.

I grab Joe and move in close to him to avoid being seen, saying softly, “Don't move and don't look to your left, the hunter is right there below us.” He looks at me with an absolutely terrified look. I say, “Just play along and blend in, or he will see us. Let's act like we're just some random tourists and kiss on the stairway.” The expression on his face changes from terrified, to a blank stare, then to a 'come and get me' grin. I drop the case on the ground, throw my arms around him, and start kissing him. He puts his arms around me and kisses me back very intently. His hands slowly massage their way up my back, then he grabs a handful of my hair and pulls me in slightly closer. I close my eyes and run my hands up his back, then grab his hair and pull him even deeper into the kiss. I could feel his heart pounding together with mine as our tongues got together and we kiss even more intensely. After a moment, I open my eyes and see that we are standing in an entirely white space with nothing and nobody around. I close my eyes again, and this was the dream's exit.

DJ Log: February 8, 2011 – Morning, 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am in the basement of a house with a couple of DCs, looking at several boxes of shoes and boots. There is a pair of boots on a shelf that look large enough to fit me, so I pick them up and want to try them on. I untie the laces and loosen them up a little bit before trying to pull the boots on over my shoes. I pull and pull on them, but they will not fit over my shoes. I loosen the laces a little more and they slip right on over my shoes. A DC asks, “Didn't you take your shows off first?”, to which I reply, “Nope.” I look in one of the boxes and it is full of fuzzy toe socks of all sizes.

DJ Log: February 5, 2011 – Morning, 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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(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.

DJ Log: January 5, 2011 – Morning, ? (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I picked up my notebook last night and noticed that I had recorded some fragments which I forgot all about. Considering I've had a long dry spell, I was quite happy to find out that I did record something during a WBTB.)

#1. Interrupted Foursome!
I bring four cuties back to my hotel room from the club. One of them wants to take a shower while the other three just jump right into the bed. I jump in the bed with them and before anything happens, two small annoying "yapper" dogs start jumping up and down beside the bed while trying to bite my toes and fingers.

#2. Annoying Destructive Kid.
I am at my parent's old house, hanging out in the basement with a couple of DCs. One of them is a destructive kid who is breaking everything he touches. I quickly run around and pick up all of my belongings and load them into a few boxes. I am running up and down the steps, hiding these boxes in a closet to keep them away from him. ** Gap in time ** I wake up on a couch in the basement, get up and walk upstairs. At the top of the steps, my dad is working to fix a hole in the wall. Without saying a word, he points to something behind me. I turn around to see that annoying kid sleeping on a couch.

DJ Log: November 30, 2010 – Evening, 8:30PM-11:00PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I went to bed early after a nasty migraine struck me. After another dry spell, I had a lucid with fairly good recall. My doctor put me on Procardia XL a few weeks back, and my body is taking some time to adjust to it. I've had quite a few good dreams lately, but no recall at all.)

I am standing in a large, open industrial building with several other floors above and below me. The air smells musty, and the space is dimly lit. As I'm looking at my surroundings, one of the overhead lights shorts out and drops sparks all over the floor in front of me. I jump back and fall through the wall behind me, then into a completely different room. Standing back up and looking around reveals that I am in an office that has no door back into the industrial space. I become lucid at this time. I look back at the wall and say, “This is the only way back into there.” I take a couple of steps backward and run into the wall at full speed. I pass right through the wall with no resistance. While passing through the wall, my vision is all choppy and jittery, a lot like using the “idspispopd” cheat code in the old Doom game.

I am in the industrial space again, and now there is a car sitting in the middle of the room. The car is an import with dark tinted windows and a spoiler on the trunk. The color changed from jet black to a iridescent blue as I walked toward it. I get in the car and the engine starts without even turning the key. There are 8 pedals on the floor, so I begin to press on them. None of them would make the car go, so I grab the shifter and shove it into a gear. The car starts to move forward and speeds up when I shift to the next gear. I found one of the pedals that speeds things up, so a combination of pressing that pedal to the floor and shifting makes the car go much faster.

I drive the car through the building and out through the wall, landing on the rooftop of another building. I shift several times and the car rapidly accelerates, jumping off the edge of the roof. After flying through the air for a brief moment, I enter another building through the wall which looks like a large hotel. I blast through a couple of rooms and right out the other side of the building. I jump from roof to roof and saw a cop sitting on one of the rooftops. He gets me with the radar gun and turns his lights on. I know there is no way he is going to get me, so I start shifting faster and fly off the roof. I get into another building through the window, then end up in an elevator shaft. I shift a couple of times and rocket straight out through the roof of the penthouse. I am able to level out and fly over the city for a bit. After flying for a bit, the car starts falling back to the ground. The ground is getting closer and closer. Pressing the pedals and shifting does nothing but rev up the engine. The car started to nose-dive toward the ground and I could not change the direction or stop it. I woke up just before hitting the ground.