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

DJ Log: September 11, 2012 – 7:00AM (USA Pacific)
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(Note: This entry was found in the middle of blank pages in my DJ notebook. I only found it because the corner of the page had a slight fold to it.)

Hanging out at a large farm house with several other people. We're talking about these creatures who move under the ground similar to the movie Tremors. They can detect low frequency vibrations from things such as: vehicles running, people walking/running, loud music, machinery, etc. There are several large dogs who can detect when the creatures are coming close. One of the guys wanders off to find a working vehicle when one of the creatures comes racing toward him. He jumps into a dump truck and tries to get it started, but it won't start up. The creature pops out of the ground near the truck and tries to attack. One of the dogs runs up and is able to distract the creature long enough that the guy can run back to the farm house.

A few minutes later, I wander off quietly with a couple of other guys and two dogs. We walk away from the house and approach one of the large bank barns. On the left side of the barn, we can see some dirt moving as one of the creatures is moving around. We step gently and approach very quietly. Once we step into the barn, we quickly climb into the loft. There are shelves along one side wall which are full of guns and boxes of ammunition. I pick up a large box and fill it, then look on the floor and find a case of flare guns.

Deciding to test the flare guns against the creatures, I fire one toward the ground where it was moving. The creature comes out of the ground and raises its head into the air, growling at us. I fire a second flare directly into the creature's mouth and after a short struggle, it drops dead on the ground. One of the other guys picks up all of the flare guns he can carry and we quietly walk back to the house.

We get back to the house and start loading all of the guns. One of the guys walks off to find a vehicle. Gets into a red trash compactor truck and drives it back toward the house. Two creatures follow him closely, waiting for him to get out.

DJ Log: October 14, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: This entry was written in my DJ notebook, but it never made it into the computer.)

I am on the phone with one of our vendors, discussing our price schedule and volume discounts. He is a bit indecisive on what percentage of discount to give for each group of items, so I offer a percentage and he agrees.

DJ Log: October 13, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: This entry was written in my DJ notebook, but it never made it into the computer.)/I][/COLOR]

I am walking toward a familiar beach with a couple of friends. The sky is a bit cloudy and it is a little cool out. As we get closer to the water, my friend says. “It's a bit cool for swimming, isn't it?” I reply, “I am not swimming. Watch this.”

I start running toward the water and when I reach the edge, I jump onto the surface of the water and start sliding over the surface like it's frozen. There are a few other people swimming and playing in the water. I slide for quite some time, then stop and look back toward the shore. My friend is standing there, dumbfounded.

I look up and see that there is a large chunk of ice hanging about 15' over the surface of the water toward the shore. Thinking that this is the ice that froze during high tide, I want to climb up and check it out. I glide back to the shore and my friend is standing at the water's edge, staring at me. I get to the edge of the water and he says, “You're starting to sink.” I look down and see that my feet are about 2” below the surface of the water. I step out of the water, then walk toward a set of stairs on the beach.

I climb the stairs to get to the upper ice layer. When I get to the edge, it looks kind of crumbly and unstable. I lift myself by the railings, then lower myself onto the ice. When I do, the ice breaks away under my weight. I go back to the stairs and go back to the beach. I look around for my friend, but he must have walked off.

As I'm looking for him, my phone rings. I reach into my pocket and pull out a flip phone. When I flip it open and look at the screen, there is an incoming call with no name and an IP address under it. I push the answer button and say hello, then I suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: October 10, 2012 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I woke up around 4:00am and grabbed a few bottles of water from the kitchen as I had run out of stock on my night stand. I returned to bed and quickly drifted back to sleep.

I open my eyes and find myself laying on my bed. I reach for a bottle of water on my night stand, but there are no bottles there. I roll over and look on the floor beside the bed only to see that there are many empty bottles on the floor. Feeling too lazy to get up and retrieve more water, I close my eyes and try to return to sleep.

After trying for a bit, I open my eyes again and realize that I'm simply too awake to return to sleep. I lay there for a bit, thinking that maybe I should try a WILD or something. As I lay there, I notice that the room is almost completely dark instead of having the usual light from the kitchen shining up the stairwell. I discard the observation, thinking that the bulb must have just burned out or something.

Once again, I look for a bottle of water, but none are to be found. I just close my eyes again and drift off...

When I wake up, I see that there are about 12 bottles of water on the night stand and none on the floor. I cuss myself for a bit, then scribble on my journal for a quick moment before rushing off to work.

DJ Log: October 7, 2012 – 7:00PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: After an exhaustive weekend running sound at an electronic music festival, I get back home and decide to take an early evening nap after surfing the 'net for a bit.)

I am sitting in my truck in the driveway of my parent's old house. My Mom is in the driver's seat, talking to Dad on the phone and I am in the passenger seat. My brother is sitting in the back seat playing with a small electronic game. The weather is mixed rain/snow and the snow is building up on the trees on the mountain. Occasionally, the snow falls from the trees and a couple of small branches break off as the snow crashes to the ground. My brother jumps out of the back seat of the truck and runs off. I roll down the window so I can hear the snow falling from the trees.

Mom finishes up on the phone and tells me that Dad's flight was diverted because of the storm and he is currently in Delaware. She said it would be another 2-3 hours before he could get a different flight home. I told Mom, “I'll pick him up at the airport. Just let me know when he is supposed to arrive.” I look at my watch and see that it is 8:88PM. I just roll my eyes and look out the window again.

I see my brother running into the woods. Once into the woods, he fires off a couple of shots with his rifle. I get out of the truck and quickly follow him into the woods. When I get there, he tells me that he just threw the smaller rifle back the trail because it jammed. He walks off and reloads the larger rifle. As I walk back the trail to retrieve the jammed rifle, I see that there is a horse hanging out in the woods just a bit further back. As I approach, I can hear that the horse is laughing and exchanging jokes with my brother. I walk up to the horse and exchange a hi-5 and a fist bump. As I walk away, the horse says, "have a good one, dude!", then laughs some more.

I walk across a small bridge over a stream and look at my watch again. It says 8:88PM. I tap the watch face a couple of times and look again. It still says 8:88PM.

Suddenly, I wake up. I lay in bed for a moment with the palm of my left hand firmly planted against my forehead. Once I confirm that I have clear recall, I get up to write this DJ entry. As I walk to the computer, I cuss myself for missing so many obvious dream signs.

DJ Log: September 29, 2012 – 6:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working on some of the networking equipment at the office. I punch down a couple of cables into the patch bay, then run patch cords over to the switch. As soon as I plug in the last patch cord, I hear a click followed by a fan spinning down. I look to my right to see that one of my co-workers had just turned off the power switch on the firewall. She looks at me and says, “I turned it off because it was getting too warm.” I replied, “You do know that you just turned off the whole Internet, right?” She said, “Oops.” and then walked away.

For some reason, the firewall is out of its chassis and is sitting on a shelf. The bare circuit board is resting on a telephone book and the power supply is dangling off to the side with its cable plugged into the board. I reach back over and turn on the power switch and the fan spins back up. When I pull my hand back from the switch, I bump into the cables and knock the circuit board off the telephone book. The front of the board touches the metal shelf and makes a couple of sparks. Immediately, the hard drive in the firewall starts making the click of death.

Realizing that the firewall is now completely fucked, I wander over to the R&D lab to see if there is an extra firewall laying around. As I walk by the boss's office, I see that his door is closed and the doorknob is missing. I knock on his door to tell him that the Internet will be down for a little while, but I get no answer. I continue down the hall to the R&D storage room. When I enter, the light will not turn on. I look at the switch and it is in the up position. I flip it down and up again, but no light.

I suddenly wake up, thinking about the light switch not working. Chances are, I was on the verge of lucidity, but shocked myself awake instead. I tried to re-enter the dream, but ended up having another short dream with zero recall.

DJ Log: September 26, 2012 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
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Thunder awakes me and I find myself laying on a blanket under a small pop-up canopy in the back yard. The rain hasn't started yet, but it is close. Lightning streaks through the sky and thunder follows shortly behind. After a moment, I lay down and go back to sleep.

DJ Log: August 26, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Pacific)
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I am running around on an elevated wooden raceway, playing some kind of ball game with a few other players. The raceway has several broken boards which reveal a large canyon underneath. There are a few buildings which the track passes through. The track has a short rail along the edge in some areas, but drops off into the canyon in others. We are knocking tennis balls down the track with golf clubs, trying to avoid dropping the balls into the canyon.

At one point, my ball jumps off the track and lands in a pile of junk in the corner of a building. When I climb over to get it, I find that it is balanced on the center of a small board with openings on both sides. I give it a whack and it rolls up and out of the building. I run after the ball to find that it rolled around the building and landed in a large field beside the building. I hear one of the other players say, “Nice shot!”

DJ Log: June 13, 2012 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am running through the darkness while Nemesis by VNV Nation is echoing throughout the area in which I am running.

DJ Log: June 13, 2012 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I woke up around 3:00AM and decided to get up for a bit. I poured a tall glass of organic apple juice with a little elderberry concentrate added, and then I sat at the computer reading some posts on the DV forums. I read a thread titled I returned to bed around 4:00AM.)

I find myself standing in a small bathroom in an unfamiliar house. The walls have a dark floral wallpaper and the ceiling is covered with decorative square copper tiles. There is no toilet, but there is a tall urinal along the wall. The bathtub is an antique copper claw-foot tub. I look at the fancy copper trimmed mirror and I do not see my reflection. I immediately become lucid and jump into the mirror.

Once on the other side of the mirror, I am standing in an old musty root cellar. The walls are covered with sagging wooden shelves which are full of old dusty wine bottles. There is a single light bulb hanging by its wires in the middle of the ceiling. I walk over and pick up a bottle and I struggle for a second to read the label. I try to pull out the cork, then I reach in my pocket and pull out a cork remover. The wine smells like pungent cheese but it tastes like water. I take a second taste and the flavor slightly develops a sweet rose wine flavor which fades quickly.

Thinking that my lucidity is fading with the flavor, I look up at my surroundings and see that the root cellar has changed into a dungeon. There are rusty chains and shackles hanging on the walls and there are torches on posts sticking out of the floor. I walk over to the wall and feel one of the chains. The rust is gritty and the metal is very cold. There are thick sheets of cobwebs covering all of the walls. When I pull the chain away from the wall, another mirror is revealed. I see my reflection for a split second, then I decide not to get stuck in the mirror. I pull the chains away and take a step back, then jump into the mirror.

On the other side of the mirror, I find myself standing in a small dark bedroom. There is a small dim lamp on a table next to an open window. The curtains are hanging out of the window, blowing in the wind. The bed and dresser are antique Victorian style and there is scratchy music playing from an antique phonograph in the corner. The hardwood floor is dusty and creaks as I walk. I stop and look at a painting on the wall of an old farm scene when I hear someone cough. I look over to see that fOrceez is sitting on a chair next to the phonograph, reading a book. I take a couple of steps toward him and he lowers the book and looks at me over the top of his reading glasses, then he asks me, “How was your flight?” I reply, “It was quite fun, but I'm not done yet!” I quickly turn around and see that the mirror is still on the wall where I came through. I take several steps back and run into the mirror. The surface does not give way at all and I bounce off and fall on my ass. fOrceez laughs as I stand up, dust myself off, and glare at the mirror. I cannot see my reflection, rather just a dark gray TV static pattern. Deciding that I'll just find another mirror elsewhere, I jump out of the window and fall into the ocean.

(Note: For the first time that I can recall, falling did not wake me up or trigger a FA. I'm marking the last part as non-lucid because I think my lucidity was lost during the fall, but I'm fairly certain that I remained in the same dream.)

I hit the cold water and struggle for a moment to swim back to the surface. Once I regain a couple of breaths, I find that I am swimming in a very stormy ocean far from land. Just as I turn around to see if I am near anything, lightning strikes the water just in front of me. I suddenly wake up with the sound of the thunder still rumbling through my head.

DJ Log: June 12, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am bicycling up the mountain road with my brother to go pick up my box truck which I left behind a few days ago. Along the way, we stop and pick up some bamboo, then go down a narrow dirt lane. I tell him that I parked it back here near one of the ponds. We arrive at the truck and find that the parking pull-off is flooded and it is up to its frame in flood water.

DJ Log: June 12, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking with a friend through a development where I spent a few years of my childhood. We are walking around a few of the streets, remembering who used to live in which house and talking about old times.

DJ Log: June 9, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I arrive at the location where I am scheduled to set up sound for an electronic music festival. There is a building on the right side and a field on the left side of the lane. There are a couple of RVs and several tents in the field. The building is quite large and it has several large roll-up doors. I stop my truck and trailer full of sound equipment in front of the building, then walk inside to find out where they would like me to park. I walk inside to see that there are several people already working on setting up lights and decorations for the stage.

I walk around the back of the stage and find the guy who hired me to set up and operate sound. He gives me a strange look, then says, “As it ends up, we're not going to use your sound system tonight. We will hold off and set yours up tomorrow.” I look at him and say, “That sucks.” He says, “I know, but I told this other guy he could have one day.” I ask, “Anyway, which door should I open so that I can pull my trailer in?” He points to the second door and says, “Pull it in along that side wall so you can plug your shore power directly into the main panel.”

I walk over to the door find the control box which has buttons labeled 'up', 'down', and 'stop'. I press the 'up' button and the door slowly raises, letting out some terrible squeaks on the way up. Once the door raises far enough, I press the 'stop' button and walk back to my truck. I drive inside and drop the trailer right next to the circuit panel, then park the truck outside. I pull out my shore power cable and find that the receptacle of a foreign type that my plug will not mate with. I drop the end of the cable and grumble to myself, “The stupid fucking outlet is never right. I'll fucking hot-wire it.”

I walk back toward the stage when as start a sound check. The highs are muddy and there is hardly any bass. There are a whole bunch of home-stereo type speakers scattered around everywhere. As I walk by, I see that one of them is being driven to its maximum cone excursion, but is hardly putting out any sound. The speaker cone looks like it is trying to jump out of the box.

I walk to the backstage area again and see that the guys are moving a bunch of tables from a back room. I look for a moment, then walk back to my trailer and go inside. The interior lights are on, so I turn them off and lay down on the couch and fall asleep. I suddenly wake up to a loud pop sound.

DJ Log: June 6, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking up a set of old rusty industrial metal stairs with a few other people. There are protestors lining the edges of the steps shouting at us as we walk. Some of them push at us while yelling. The stairway goes up about 8 steps to a small landing, then switches back in the other direction. This continues for quite a while as we push out way through the protestors. We reach the top of the stairs and swipe our security badges to open the door.

Outside, there is a narrow train bridge which follows tightly along a cliff side. The rails rest on wooden ties which are anchored to the cliff side with large metal I-beams. The bridge surface is open between the ties and there is barely enough space to walk alongside the tracks. Under the bridge is a very deep ravine with a river at the bottom. To the left is a maintenance yard with a storage shed, and to the right I can see that the bridge curves around the cliff side and vanishes from sight.

The group I am walking with splits up. A few of them walk toward the maintenance yard and I walk with a small group in the other direction to see what's around the bend. There are a couple of people walking back from that direction, but they will not reply when asked what is over there. As we walk, there are more people walking in the opposite direction. They just stare forward blankly as they walk. We walk around the bend and see a cave in the cliff side right next to the bridge. There is a guy sitting in a chair next to the entrance and we can hear people talking inside the cave. The guy looks at us and tells us that this is not the correct entrance. He points to the right and tells us to go back in the other direction.

We walk back toward the maintenance yard and find several people hanging out. I walk into the storage shed, then turn around when I heat an ATV running. There is a guy on a 4-wheeler, running around the yard then riding down onto the I-beams under the bridge. I walk up to the edge of the cliff and watch him ride down one of the beams, then the 4-wheeler slips off the beam and falls. The rider grabs onto the beam and pulls himself back up onto the bridge.

As we watch the 4-wheeler fall into the river, I see a body floating down the river. I look up and down the river and see that there are quite a few bodies floating on the water. I look at the other people and they are all staring at the river too. I look down again and suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: May 26, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking with a guy from work and we arrive at the start of a trail which looks really familiar. I know that I have been here several times before. I stop and observe as the entire course of the trail flashes through my memory in great detail. After a moment, I tell him that we should go back and get a truck because there is a bridge we cannot cross on foot.

The trail starts in an open dirt field. To the right is a valley with a power line access lane and to the left is a wooded area. The trail goes over a rise, and then into a heavily wooded area. There are a couple of turns, then the trail leads to a river. There is a bridge which crosses the river, but it is slightly underwater. On the other side of the river the bridge also crosses a small lake, once again the surface of the bridge is slightly under the water. At the end of the bridge, there is a place to park with a trail leading up across a small ridge, then down onto a cliff-side ledge. The trail continues along the ledge for a bit, then it makes its way down to the water level. The ledge follows the river around a few bends and through a valley. For most of the journey, the ledge is wide enough to walk on comfortably. In a few spots it gets very narrow and one must hang onto the rock face to get across those areas. Eventually, the ledge disappears under the water at a large swimming hole.

We go back to the house and load of a couple of back packs, then I wake up just as we're getting ready to leave.

(Note: It has been a few years since I visited this place in the dream world, but I remember it well from several previous dreams. This was long before I was keeping a dream journal.