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

DJ Log: February 9, 2013 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm visiting with the folks, trying to sleep on a roll-away cot on the living room floor. The house is right next to a truck stop or some type of fueling station. I can see a truck parked at the edge of the lot closest to the house. I reach over and press the reset button on the computer because the screen keeps coming up blank white. Suddenly, a voice speaks from my Bluetooth headset which is laying on the desk. I turn off the headset and he's still talking. I pull the battery out of the phone and the voice continues. I get up and throw the headset across the room, then I see the guy standing in front of the window.

As I'm standing there trying to figure out what's going on, my folks wake up and walk through the room, talking about some kind of sandwiches that they're making in the oven. I follow them through the kitchen area, then I walk out into the other room. When I look up, I see the guy standing in front of the window. He reaches up and opens the window and climbs in while retrieving a small .22 revolver from his pocket and starts to walk back the hallway toward the bedrooms. I snatch the gun from his hand and fire the two rounds that were in it at him. He falls face-down on the floor. I yell to my dad, “Give me a gun.” and he hands me a junky old gun that doesn't work. Again I yell, “Give me a loaded gun that works.” He hands me a single bullet which I load into the gun. I walk up to the guy and shoot him in the back of his head. The bullet leaves a little mark on his head, but doesn't really do much of anything. I struggle with the gun for a moment to try and get another bullet into the chamber. It looks like a revolver, but it has a canister of bullets on the side kind of like a paintball gun. I try and shake a round into the chamber, but it just doesn't want to work right.

My dad walks out of the bedroom and as he passes, I tell him that I made a mess in the living room. He replies, “Like, OK...” I say, “What are we going to do with this?” He says, “I guess we'll have to carry him outside somewhere.” He walks up and looks in the room, looks around for a bit, then keeps on walking. As he walks by the body, he says, “You didn't get him in the head, you shot him in the face.” I said, “No, I shot him in the back of the fucking head, but this junky-ass gun didn't really work.”

Becoming a bit aggravated, I tear the canister off the side of the gun and manually load the revolver chambers. I walk back to the guy and shoot him In the head again several times. I say, “I think I got him this time.”, then I wake up.

DJ Log: January 9, 2013 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am hanging out with a friend near my truck which is parked on top of a rocky cliff. It's getting late, so we're packing up all of our climbing gear for the day. I also pick up my R/C truck and put it in the bag with the remote control and bottle of fuel. It's getting dark, so I decide against trying to drive the truck down the cliff. Instead, I'll leave it there for the night and retrieve it in the morning.

Just as we're getting ready to leave, a couple of guys drive up in a Jeep. They stop and talk to us for a bit, then one of the guys says, “We'll push that truck down off the hill.” I say, “You'll leave my truck the fuck alone or I'll push you off the hill.”

DJ Log: January 9, 2013 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a friend's house and ask for a cup of coffee. He hands me a bag of decaf and a filter to put in the machine. I look at him like he has two heads and say, “What is this crap?”

DJ Log: January 7, 2013 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around with a friend in a huge shopping mall with multiple floors and wings. He stops in at a store with a delicatessen next to it. I tell him that I'm going to find something more substantial to eat and I'll meet him back here in a while.

I walk around for a while and check out some of the food stands. They all seem to have nothing but chicken for sale. I don't eat chicken, so I keep walking past them all. I walk down one of the wings and stay to the left on all turns so it's easier to find my way back to the store my friend is at. I walk for a while and find this store called Thailand Food Market. I stop in and check out all the food, but don't see anything interesting. There is a reefer cabinet full of all kinds of strangely shaped vegetables. I can't seem to find any meat, so I decide to leave.

I walk further and end up near the end of the wing. All of the stores here are vacant and have 'For Lease' signs in the windows. I pass a small restaurant and there is a table in the front window which has utensils and wine glasses at all the seats and a candle burning in the center of the table. There is a 'For Lease' sign on the door. I stare in the window for a while, hoping that someone is inside and will invite me in for some food. There is nobody inside and all of the lights are off.

I walk along a bit further and arrive at a store with all kinds of random junk all over the place. It looks like a flea market of some sort. I walk around through a section of antiques, then into a section with piles of old electronics. There is another area which has shelves full of old smelly shoes. * End of recall ability *

(Note: My brain was emptying itself as fast as I could talk into my recorder. I have zero recall of this dream now, 14 hours after awakening. The best thing I ever did was put a digital voice recorder beside my bed. I can speak much faster than I can write and I don't need to open my eyes to push the record button. This has helped me DJ more dreams recently that I ever could have before with only a notepad and a pen. Sometimes, I get recordings that are only 2 or 3 slurred words, then just snoring for 2 hours. Though this is kind of a fragment, I'm not categorizing it as such since I was able to write a few paragraphs...)

DJ Log: January 6, 2013 – 4:15PM (USA Eastern)
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I drive into a parking lot at a strip mall then walk into a store looking for a wacky hat for a party. The store didn't have any, but the cashier suggested that I try another store at the other end of the strip mall. I walk down the sidewalk past a long row of shopping carts. Near the end of the row, there is a hobo looking guy wearing a corset. He is telling another guy that his lady friend passed out along the wall and he asks them what that smell is on her. He says that he thinks she shit her pants. The guy says, “That's not shit, that's death.” I continue walking and skip the other store. Wanting nothing to do with this mess, I walk into the parking lot and make my way back to the car.

DJ Log: January 5, 2013 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving down a road with a guy in the truck with me. The back seat is full of luggage and what not. Suddenly I realize that I'm running through a red light and there is a cop sitting just ahead, so I put on my right blinker and turn into a Sheets convenience store. I walk into the store and approach the food counter. A guy behind the counter is slicing a large steak into strips. He asks what I want. I tell him that the steak looks good and ask him to make me a steak sub. After a brief moment, he hands me a sub roll packed full of thick slices of raw steak.

DJ Log: January 4, 2013 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working on a project at a work station inside a small warehouse. There are several LCD monitors and pieces of camera equipment which are to be fitted into transport cases. There is a guy standing at a table beside me trying to put one of the screens into a duffel bag. I tell him that we need to get the hard shell cases for them.

I walk across the street into a store that sells cases. After looking around for a bit, I can't decide which cases are the right size. I buy a bunch of different cases and push them back into the warehouse on a large flat cart. I find that the cases are too small so I take them back and trade them for larger ones. I put one of the large cases on my bench and fit two of the large screens into it along with tripods and a smaller box of cameras and accessories.

The guy looks at me and asks, “What are you doing?” I reply, “This is what I do. I stuff weird equipment into cases and ship it out.”

DJ Log: January 2, 2013 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in a old abandoned factory with a small group of people. Along the top of the wall is a row of windows. The ceiling has a row of windows along the ridge. There are old pallet racks along the walls and there is a large steel pipe attached to the edge of one of the racks which runs from the top of the rack down to the floor.

One of the guys tells me that a girl fell into the top of the pipe while trying to climb on the racks. The bottom of the pipe goes into the floor and there is no way in other than the top. I grab a coil of rope and climb to the top of the pipe. I pull the rope over the top of the rack in preparation to descend into the pipe and try to retrieve the girl. Once I try to climb into the pipe, I realize that the pipe is too small for me to fit inside. I look down to let the guys know that I can't fit inside the pipe and I wake up.

DJ Log: December 25, 2012 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
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Went into office and all of the walls were freshly painted. All of the stuff in the lab was gone and the workbench was empty.

DJ Log: December 22, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am hanging out with some friends in a very small townhouse. We're talking about the annoying neighbor next door who empties out our gas cans without asking. As we are talking about him, the neighbor leaves. While he is out, we go into his house through the patio door which he left unlocked. I'm not sure why we're in there, but the others seem to be on some kind of a mission. There are piles of junk everywhere and the carpet is really dirty. There is a litter box in the corner which is overflowing with cat poo, but no cats can be seen.

As I'm lightly looking around, one of the guys asks me for a hand lifting something. I walk over to see that he is checking out some kind of folding table on top of a pile of junk in the middle of the room. I help him lift the table down from the junk pile and walk away. Shortly afterward, we walk toward front door to leave. As we are leaving, some people walk in the door and they don't seem to care that we're there. We walk outside, then go back into the first town house and hang out for a while.

One of the guys opens the patio door again and say. “Come on, let's go outside.” We walk out the door and then walk around outside of building. Beside the building, one of the guys gets in a fight with some kids on bicycles. Suddenly, one of the kids pulls out a knife. Before he knows what happened, I grab the knife from him and hold him, telling the others to go away. Then all quickly run off, so I let the last one go and he runs away too.

Trailing behind a bit, I follow the others around the back side of the building again. When I get around the corner, one of them is arguing with neighbor over who used gasoline from his gas can. I open the door and walk back inside, wanting to be no part of the argument.

DJ Log: December 2, 2012 – 6:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in a garage talking with a couple other guys about car stuff. Suddenly, a couple strikes of lightning flash nearby. A brief moment later, lightning strikes the church steeple across a field behind the garage a few times. After a short pause, the lightning strikes repeatedly for about 10 seconds. It sounds like a machine gun firing as it is striking repeatedly and rapidly. Then, it stops just as quick as it started.

The other guys in the garage don't seem impressed, but I'm a bit wired because that was the some of the wildest lightning I have ever seen. They are just acting like it happens every day. I just roll my eyes and go back to talking about car stuff. One of the guys asks me to help him put on a seat cover. I get in the back seat and he gets in the front. He takes off the head rest and starts to slide a cover over the back of the seat. I pull it down from the back and fasten Velcro straps at the bottom.

Suddenly, lightning begins another rapid sequence of striking. It strikes the smoke coming from a smoke stack on a factory to the side of the garage. I quickly retrieve a small Flip camera, then I turn it on and begin recording. I hold the camera slightly out the window and can see the lightning arc travel from the sky and strike the smoke coming out of the stack. The lightning is striking repeatedly and so fast that it is nearly a constant arc. I can see the name Bondhaus on one of the stacks.

As I hold the camera, some of the lightning strikes closer and hits the power lines beside the garage. I ask the guy in the front seat to wind up the window. He just gives me a funny look then continues to adjust the seat cover, ignoring me and the lightning. Suddenly, lightning strikes the camera. I look at the screen and it is still recording. There is another really bright flash, and I suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: October 15, 2012 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am eating in a restaurant with a friend of mine, talking about random whatever. Once we finish eating, I walk toward the order counter to pick up something to go. As I approach the counter, I see the really hot blonde who I saw IRL just a day ago in the grocery store. As we pass, he looks into my eyes and gives me an irresistibly cute come-get-me grin. I pick up something at the counter and go back to the table. When I sit down, I see that the cute guy is sitting just a couple of tables away. I tell my friend about what happened yesterday in the grocery store.

When we're getting ready to leave, I walk out to the car first to roll up a cigarette. Once I roll up the cigarette, I get out of the car and see that my friend is talking to the blonde guy a couple of parking spaces away. When I look over, he looks directly at me and starts walking toward me. Not sure of what's happening, I freeze in place. The blonde guy walks up to me and says, "Hi, I'm Josh." I reply, "Hi, I'm Jim." We stare into each other's eyes for a moment, then he says, "I'll break the ice." He wraps his arms around me and gives me a really nice hug, then kisses me on the cheek. I suddenly wake up.

(Note: The guy I saw in the store IRL gave me the same cute grin twice as we were shopping. I should have said "Hi" or something. Curse me and my shyness.)

DJ Log: November 30, 2012 – 8:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down a fairly dark stairwell which leads to a below-grade doorway. The stairwell is made of crumbling concrete and the steps have diamond plated steel on top of them. There is a small light on the wall above, but it is barely enough light to see where I am going.

I take a couple of steps downward and find that there are snakes all over the place. There are snakes on the steps and more snakes are crawling out of holes on the concrete beside the steps. The snakes are a variety of sizes and colors. I take a couple more steps down then a small snake jumps off the wall and bites my on the end of my left index finger. I turn around and walk back up the steps with the snake hanging off my finger. A couple of snakes follow me as I walk.

Just as I'm reaching to pry the snake off my finger, it lets go and slithers away. As I turn toward the steps, I feel something hanging off my back. There is a large snake trying to crawl up my shirt. It is hanging out from the back of my shirt like a tail. I reach around and pull on the snake, but it won't let go. I lean back and whip my shirt off as fast as I can. The snake stays with the shirt and is now laying on the ground in front of me. The snake is bright orange and looks to be about 4 feet (1.22 meters) long.

DJ Log: November 18, 2012 – 6:45PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: After being awakened by the phone earlier in the morning due for an emergency call, I took a nap this afternoon to try and catch up on a little lost sleep.)

I am traveling with a group of friends on a highway. I am in my car with another guy and there are a few other friends in separate vehicles. I am leading the line of us in the right lane as several vehicles pass us in the left lane.

Suddenly, a huge wreck happens right in front of me. I brake and swerve to the right and end up getting sideswiped by one of the crashing cars. This pushes my car into the guard rail, causing my car to spin around in a circle. While spinning, a small SUV strikes my front end. My car finishes the full spin and then hits the guard rail again and slides to a stop on its left side.

After a bit of struggle, I manage to free myself and crawl away from the car. My legs are hurt, so I use my arms to drag myself away from the car and into the grass. As I crawl, I push away debris to avoid dragging myself over it. I find an inflated airbag laying in the grass, so I lean against it and then try to find out why my legs are tingling and won't work. My legs look fine. There are no tears in my jeans and no visible blood anywhere.

One of my friends who was driving separately runs up and asks me, “Are you OK?” I reply, “Yes. Is the passenger OK?” He replies, “He was taken to the hospital, but he is going to be OK.” I ask, “What was wrong?” He replies, “He got his leg caught under the dash.”

Suddenly, I can feel my legs again and they start working. I ask for a hand getting up. He helps me to my feet and I am able to stand up on my own. One of the medics walks over and asks me if I need assistance. I refuse medical assistance and he walks away.

DJ Log: November 18, 2012 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: This was a short dream into which I transitioned due to external stimuli. I have no recall of the previous dream.)

I am running through a dark room, trying to find the phone that is ringing. When I pass a doorway, I hear the phone ringing. I run in and pick up the handset but the line is dead, much like the scene in The Matrix when Cypher flips out and betrays everyone.

After a short moment, I hear another phone ringing. I turn around to find it and suddenly wake up to my cell phone ringing. My ring tone is the vintage Western Electric bell ringer.