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

DJ Log: December 16, 2011 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting in front of my computer, logged into both DV chat and Tinychat. The text on DV chat is moving along so fast that I can't read any of it. On Tinychat, everybody's camera is upside-down. I adjust my camera, but as soon as I start to turn it, the image flips upside down again. Eventually, I give up and just settle for the upside-down video.

DJ Log: December 15, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am browsing through some boxes of records at a small record store in the mall. I find a couple of 5-LP sets that I like so I carry then over to the counter and pick up a shopping basket. Near the counter, the sales guy is in an argument with two guys about messing up his display. It looks like they may have knocked over a shelf, as there are CDs all over the floor.

I go back to the record display and dig around a bit more. I pick up a Kruder and Dorfmeister record sleeve and look inside to see that there is actually a CD in there. I quickly put it back on the shelf, then I notice that there are other boxes of records under the display that are quite disorganized. I sit down on the floor and dig through one of the boxes. While digging, one of the employees comes up to me and asks, “Can I help you find anything?” I reply, “I'm just browsing around. Thanks.” I pick up a box of 7” records to find another box under it. They kind of look like 78's, but they are only about 4” (10cm) in diameter. The employee sees me looking at these and asks, “Would you like to play any of those? There is a special player.”

He walks into the back room, then returns with a large, heavy box. He pulls out what looks like a record player without the platen on it. He plugs it in and turns it on. The shaft in the center starts to spin and he tells me to stick one of those small records on there. I look back at the box of small records, and they have all turned into wooden disks which are half-spherical in shape, perhaps like a half of a coconut shell, with a metal ring in the center which has some serrated edges on it. I pick one up and look at it strangely, then look at this player which he brought out. He says, “Just put it on and it will play.” I place one of these things on the spindle and it spins a half turn, then flops over to the side and makes a nasty scraping sound. Being disappointed with the sound, I pick up the wooden thing and put it back in the box. I tell the guy, “I'll just stick with the regular records, thanks.”

I walk away, then see a couple other people looking through some records on a table. The table is inside an aluminum and glass box which looks like a large phone booth, or perhaps a bus stop shelter. As soon as I get inside the box, the door closes behind me. A young Asian girl looks through the glass and says, “auto wash.” I try to open the door, but it is locked from the outside. Suddenly, water starts spraying all over me as if I am inside a dishwasher. I pull my phone out of my pocket and it shorts out and smokes a bit, then I drop it on the floor. I step back and try to bully my way through the door, but it won't budge. I turn around and run into the glass as hard as I can, and find myself laying on the floor outside the box.

I stand up and notice that I have immediately dried off. I look up and two guys are giving me a weird look. I look back at my clothes, then lift my arms and look at my hands. Becoming a bit suspicious, I look back at the guys and they have a terrified look on their face. I look at my hands again and become lucid. I look back at the two guys and they are stepping backwards, staring at me with terrified looks on their faces. I take a step toward them and say, “You can't fool me, I'm fucking dreaming. You missed your chance to prove otherwise.” I jump up and down and say, “Look ma, I'm fucking dreaming! Yay! Ain't this cool?”

Becoming bored with this scene, I decide to fly out through the wall and see what's on the other side. I levitate off the ground and those two guys run away as fast as they can. I look at the curtain covering a window and say, “This looks like a good spot.” I fly into the window and pass through without resistance. On the other side is the main corridor of the shopping mall. I continue flying and pass through the next wall which leads out to the street.

Once outside, I stop flying and settle onto the ground. I walk along for a bit, watching as everyone stops whatever they're doing, looks at me with a startled look, then scatters like roaches. Once I get around the corner, the DCs are not reacting as strangely. I walk along for a bit and enter a train station. The lines at the counter are long, so I reach into my pocket and summon a ticket. I pull out a ticket that says, ”Free ride anywhere you want” and then I proceed through the building and out into the terminal.

When I enter the terminal, I spot Oneironaut Zero standing near a light pole with a couple other guys. O is wearing a rainbow hat just like mine. I walk up to him and say, “I love that hat!” He laughs a bit, then continues talking with the other guys, so I start to walk away. As I turn, He says, “Hey, Jim. Sorry, I was deep in thought. You might want to watch this.” I turn around and walk back up to him to see that one of the other guys is lighting up a bowl. The guy takes a hit, then passes it to me. I fire it up, then suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: November 29, 2011 – 6:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in a room with some people when I look at the clock and see that it is 9:00. I remember that there is something I have to do, but I can't really remember what it is. While thinking, I look on the table beside me and see an old wooden cigar box with a metal panel that looks like it is floating just slightly off the surface of the wood.

Thinking that this looks a bit odd, I kneel down and look at it closer. Indeed, the metal plate is hovering just slightly above the box. I look back at the clock and it has no numbers on it and only one hand. I become lucid, then look at the floor and try to stabilize, as I nearly faded out instantly. I look over at the table and I can still see the cigar box, but it's fading fast. I try to lift my arms to rub my hands together and look at them, but I wake up.

DJ Log: November 27, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting in the House, and the fellow on my right hands me a clipboard and tells me that it's a bill that's being signed into federal law immediately once there are enough signatures on it. I look at it and it says that the music genre “dubstep” is being outlawed and any offense is punishable by immediate death. Due to the fact that I highly dislike dubstep, I sign it and pass it to the person to my left, telling them that they should sign it too.

DJ Log: November 26, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am cutting some bright copper tubing into various lengths, than standing all of the pieces in buckets. When I touch the cutter against the tubing, it plays a musical note and the frequency is adjustable by moving the cutter along the tubing. While watching a guitar tuner, I align the cutter with the desired note, then squeeze and cut the tubing.

DJ Log: November 25, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am negotiating a used vehicle purchase from the farmer up the road from my house. He is selling a friend's work van, a GMC cargo van with ladder racks and utility shelves inside. He also has an older Ford 4x4 pickup for sale, but for some reason the van seems more interesting.

He insists that I ride with him to plot out a test-drive path through one of his fields. I get into a small 4x4 pickup with him and we ride off into a field. He blasts through a relatively flat field and says, “This can be a highway test drive.” When we get to the end of the field, he drives up over a couple of dirt hills, then turns around and heads for a large dirt mound. We follow a well carved trail over the mound and through several mud holes. As we're climbing a steep slope at a lateral angle, he says, “This can be the off-road testing area.”

Once we get back to the van, I look it over closely. There are large adhesive signs on the sides that peel off with little effort. I get into the driver seat and look at the dashboard. It has a huge array of control knobs and dials, much like an airplane cockpit. I get out, thinking that this thing is way more complicated that it needs to be. I shut the driver door and walk around to the passenger side. When I open the door, the dashboard has the standard controls and a regular steering wheel on it. I say to myself, “That's more like it...” just before waking up.

After waking, I am a bit mad that I didn't notice the sign. Also, I would NEVER buy or own a GM or Chevrolet product.

DJ Log: November 22 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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1. I am walking around at the office and hear a strange sound. I walk into our accounting/HR person's office and she has a deer fawn hanging out in there. It comes over to me and tries to climb up and lick my face, just like a dog.

2. I am working in a small room with two other people. We are setting up a bunch of telephones on a relatively small table. I keep saying that there is not enough room for 8 phones on this little table, but one of the other guys insists that it has to be done this way.

3. I wake up and realize that I am still logged into DV chat. I look at the screen and see that several more people are online. GavinGill, Erii, and Saltyseadog are rambling on about things and Seroquel is still online. I look at my desk, but there is no keyboard. Then I *really* wake up to the sound of a phone ringing and go to my computer to find that Seroquel is still online, but the other 3 are not. Also, there was no phone ringing.

DJ Log: November 17, 2011 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting on front of my computer, scrolling backwards through "Post Pictures of Yourself" thread. There were several familiar names, but I am unable to recall them. As I was browsing, a couple of the pictures would animate, give me a dirty look, then climb out of the screen and walk out of the room.

DJ Log: November 14, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm walking around a mall parking lot, talking with my brother who is sitting in his truck a few spaces away from me. As I approach, I see am old yellow bicycle parked in front of his truck. My brother says, "Go ahead and try it."

I try to mount the seat, but it's a bit too high. When I look at it, I can see that the chain is a bit rusty and is not quite seated on the rear sprocket. There is a large silver object attached to the rear wheel which looks like a motor. I walk the bike forward and push on the pedal to straighten out the chain. Once it looks ok, I hop on and start to ride.

I pedal my way across the parking lot, then notice that there is a rocker switch on the right handlebar. I push the switch and the bike starts to accelerate. Once I reach the end of the parking lot, I squeeze the brake levers. The front brake doesn't work at all, but the rear is able to slow me down. I turn around and press the switch in the other direction. The bike takes off and starts to pull the front tire off the ground.

I ride back to where my brother was parked, but he is gone. I look around for a bit, then wake up.

DJ Log: November 11, 2011 – 3:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking along a dirt road on the edge of town with a guy, both of us barefoot and shirtless. On the left side of the road are a couple of houses and to the right is a large dirt field. We come upon a small junk yard and stop for a bit to look at it. I suggest that we dig around and try to find a junkyard car to drive around. The guy gives me a strange look, then keeps on walking.

As we're walking along, he spots a garden hose laying along the road. He picks up the end of the hose and starts stretching it out along the road. After a bit, he drops the end and keeps on walking. I pick up the end and drag the host out into a the field, then across a broken down fence row. I walk along for a bit, then climb up onto a fallen tree. As we're walking along on the tree, I see a couple of dead snakes hanging from the branches. One of them is a relatively fresh kill and the other is well decayed.

After a bit, we find another fallen tree that crosses over the one we are walking on. We climb up over it and continue walking. After a short while, I encounter a large sticker bush. I press through the first couple of branches, then decide that this is far enough and turn around. Once I get back to the spot where the two fallen trees cross, I find another dead snake. This one is well decayed and there are several large ants carrying small pieces of the rotten snake away. As I watch, the head of the snake moves, then I can see that several ants have severed the head from the snake and are trying to carry it away.

In order to avoid the ants, I step up onto a large branch and cross over top of the area where the ants are. As I climb along, I find another branch that goes back down to the main part of the tree. It's a bit difficult to climb over to the other branch as there are several broken branches in the way. I manage to push my way through a few branches and return to the tree. As I walk along, I can feel some of the ants walking around on my back. I reach back to brush them off, then continue walking along the tree. As I get to the end, I hold onto a broken branch and climb down off the tree, then I wake up.

DJ Log: November 9, 2011 – 1:15AM (USA Eastern)
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Notes: This is quite the timing for a dream. I was very tired this evening and was falling asleep in my chair while surfing eBay. I laid down at around 12:30am and had quite a vivid dream where I visited a place I remember from a previous dream many years ago. I fully realized that it was a dream, but I didn't quite become lucid - well, maybe a very low level of lucidity.

I am walking down a dark concrete corridor with a couple friends. We walk through an industrial steel doorway and into a small room which has a low-hanging natural rock ceiling. We walk around the low center, then see that there are a couple of crevices in the rock which we can climb through.

One of my friends takes the lead as we crawl through the larger crevice and end up in a small cavern area. There are bright rays of light shining in through a couple of cracks above which slightly illuminate the area. There is a small amount of water trickling down the wall. I look around for a bit, then realize that this area looks very familiar.

I look at my friend who is standing closest to me and say, "You know, I've been to this spot before. I'm pretty sure I was in this exact spot in a dream many years ago." He looks at me slightly puzzled and asks, "Are you so sure it was a dream?" I reply, "I'm sure it was. It was a dream which I had many years ago and still remember very clearly." He asked, "If you remember this spot from a dream, was that thing there before?" as he points to something behind me. I turn around and look to see that there is a large electric motor hanging from the rock ceiling in the corner of the cavern we are standing in. I say, "No, that wasn't there before."

I crawl over to examine the strangely located motor. At a first look, it appears to be glued to the rock. Upon a closer look, I can see that it is bolted to the rock by a steel flange. The motor is coupled to a shaft which disappears into the rock. I look at it for a bit, then decide that I must find out what it does. I tell my friends to go back to the entrance of the cavern and look for a switch box.

As we walk back out, I find an electrical disconnect switch bearing a label that reads, "Rock Horn." Wondering what the heck this thing does, I switch on the disconnect and hear a slight humming noise coming from behind me. There is another electrical panel on the wall with a sign that reads, "To Activate Horn, Use Remote." I look around for a bit, but do not find such a remote.

My friends walk away and leave me behind as I'm looking for the remote. When I give up and walk back out of the corridor, one of my friends says, "Is this the remote you're looking for?" as he is pointing to a push-button control box hanging at the entrance to the corridor. I walk up and look at it to see that it has a green start button and a red stop button on it. Out of curiosity, I push the green start button and nothing happens. I push it again and a strange sound fills the area. It sounds sort of like a fog horn, but much lower in tone. I push the stop button and the sound slowly fades out - along with the dream...

DJ Log: November 4, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am on a large houseboat with a crazy old guy and a bunch of animals. Both sides of the boat and the center section have shelves with various sized animal cages on them. The old guy is sitting on a chair, reading the newspaper while smoking a pipe. Whenever he laughs, smoke comes out of his nose and ears.

I walk to the other side of the boat and accidentally bump into one of the cages on the corner of the center shelf. The top comes off and a bird with a really long beak jumps out of the box and starts attacking me. I have heavy leather gloves on, so I try to grab the bird by the beak to keep it from biting at me. The old guy gets up and cusses at me while he fixes the cage. After a bit of struggle, I manage to catch the bird and return it to the cage.

I'm standing on the bow, watching the ocean waves splash against the front of the boat. Suddenly, a dog runs up from behind me and starts biting at me. I turn around and wrestle the dog to the ground. I grab both back legs in one hand and grab the lower jaw with the other. I look at the old guy and he's still staring at the news paper. I lift the dog up over my head and throw it overboard.

DJ Log: November 2, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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(Fragment 1.) I am sitting in my old bedroom at my parent's house, hanging out with my brother. We're talking about switching bedrooms because he needs the bigger room, and I can take the smaller room because I also have an office downstairs.

(Fragment 2.) I am at my parent's old house, hanging out in front of the garage with a couple of friends and a bunch of relatives. We're sitting at a table, talking and looking at a some kind of electronic equipment. One of my friends gets up and gives me a hug, then starts humping my leg.

(Fragment 3.) I am inside the garage, messing around with a small lawn mower. The mower deck has been removed and the front has been heavily modified. After a bit of struggle with the controls, I start the engine and try to ride it around, but the machine is way too small to ride. I go back in the garage and pick up a bigger seat, but can't figure out how to attach it to the mower.

Notes: The common ground in these is the parent's old house. These may be fragments of a larger dream, but it's all I could recall upon waking.

DJ Log: October 31, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working on the interior of a commercial building with several other guys. We are walking around on top of the walls, installing the hangers for a suspended ceiling. I'm joking around with one of the guys about taking down the ladder while someone is working up on the walls. When I go to get down from the wall, the ladder is gone. I step off the wall and float down to the ground. The other guys stop and give me a really strange look as I pick up the ladder and crumple it up into a ball, then throw it into a trash can. I pick up a packet of the ceiling hanger brackets, then float back up to the top of the wall and continue working.

DJ Log: October 22, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking through an old building with Devon, a good friend of mine. He stops at a large vault door and says, "That door is supposed to stay open at all times." When he opens the door, there is a guy tied up against a pole and another guy standing there giving us an evil glare. Startled, he steps back from the door and the guy slams it shut. Devon goes back to the door and struggles to open it again. The guy on the inside is holding the door shut while he's trying to pull it open. After a bit of struggle, the guy lets the door open, then stabs Devon in the chest with a large knife. He runs off and a couple of other friends chase him down. Devon is bleeding and not doing well at all. Suddenly, medics arrive and start to work on him. After a moment, one of the medics comes to me and says, "He's not going to make it." I walk up to Devon and find that he is struggling to catch the last breath. I take his hand and say, "Look directly into my eyes." When he does, I draw the life from his body and store it in mine.

I tell the medics to connect his body to a life support machine and keep his vitals going while the damage can be repaired. At first they look at me strangely, but then they quickly comply. After some time, they tell me that they have him stabilized. I retrieve a syringe filled with a hazy green liquid from my pocket and hand it to the medic. I say, "Give this to him slowly and he will be fine." As they work on him, I wander off with a couple other friends. As we walk, the old abandoned building morphs into a shopping mall. We walk to the end of the mall, then turn around and make our way back toward the entrance.

As we're walking, I see Devon standing at the order counter of a pretzel shop with a female friend of mine. When he sees me approaching, he turns around and gives me an ecstatic look. We hug while telepathically exchanging quite a bit of information, then he goes back to the counter and finishes his order. While he is ordering, she tells me that he is doing much better now. She leans toward me and gives me a cute grin while saying, "You do know that he wants you really bad, right?" I reply, "Yes, I know. The feeling is mutual."

When Devon gets his pretzel, we leave everyone else behind and walk off into the fading dream scape.

I am thankful that I was able to log this one. My brain was emptying itself quicker than I could transfer the dream's memory to my journal.