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

DJ Log: October 21, 2011 – 3:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working in an equipment cabinet in the middle of a large field. I have some test equipment in front of me that is connected to a smaller cabinet on the back of a utility vehicle. There are a couple of toolboxes and a large bottle of water sitting on the back of this vehicle. An airport tower is located just a short distance away from me. The field is an open grassy field with a tall fence surrounding the area. There are no runways that I can see. There is a sign on the tower that reads, "Danger! Experimental Aircraft Testing Area."

As I am working to connect some wires inside the cabinet, I hear some strange noises coming from above the tower. I look up to see that some kind of aircraft just lifted off the top of the tower. It resembles an airplane in shape, but it does not have any engines on the wings. The body of the plane has round electromagnetic pads on it which have large wires connecting them together. The aircraft emits a slight electrical humming sound as it flies around over the field. As I watch, two arms extend from the front of the aircraft and unfold into a pair of counter-rotating mechanisms that resemble horseshoe magnets. Once they completely unfold, they begin to emit a loud buzzing sound. I can feel heat radiating from the aircraft as it appears to be performing some kind of ground scanning using these arm mechanisms. As it scans, the arms develop a high-voltage corona around them. Knowing that radar and other types of RF energy are bad for my eyes, I cover my eyes partially to protect them from the radiation. I watch the aircraft for a bit, then go back to work inside the cabinet.

As I am wiring the inside of the cabinet, I can hear that the aircraft is getting closer. The buzzing becomes louder and I can feel a lot of heat radiating from the sky. I pick up a copper plate from my toolbox and hold it in front of my eyes, then look up to see that the aircraft is directly over my head. I wave to the aircraft while still holding the plate mostly in front of my eyes. As I watch, the aircraft turns off the scanners, then comes down really close to the ground next to me. There is a large rectangular plate on the side which appears to have a matrix of cameras on it. I look directly at the cameras and make some funny faces at whoever is watching. The aircraft moves away from me and skims along the ground, then circles me a couple of times before returning to the sky to start scanning again.

I look at the tower again and see that the sign now contains illegible text. Suspecting that I may be dreaming, I raise my hands to do a finger count and wake up.

DJ Log: October 19, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking along a wooded trail, trying to get to my workplace. As I am walking, I can see that there is a river along the trail which is flooded well over its banks. The further I walk, the higher the water gets. As I approach the building, I find that the flood waters have completely surrounded the building. In an attempt to stay out of the water, I climb up on a fallen tree and jump from tree to tree to get to the building.

Once I get to the door, I can see that the roof is leaking really bad. Water is dripping from the ceiling everywhere. The boss is in there, saying that he wants to salvage a few things before the flood ruins everything. I grab a few things off my bench, then walk over to the front office. The accounting person is not retrieving anything at all. I ask her if she wants anything out of the safe and she replies, "No." I look outside to see that the flood is getting a little bit worse. Suggesting that it's time to leave, I pick up my box of stuff and head out of the building.

DJ Log: October 7, 2011 – 9:45PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: When I came home from work today, I was quite tired. After getting laundry started, I laid down a took a nap at around 7:00pm. I woke up nearly 3 hours later, and wrote this down.)

I am at a large multi-stage outdoor electronic music festival. I hook up my stage and power it up, then do a sound check. The first DJ comes on and starts playing, and then I walk off to check out the other stages. I walk past another stage area that is still setting up, and find a couple of friends. I stop and bullshit with them for a bit, then I hear music start in another area. I walk over and there is a small sound system sitting on the tailgate of a truck. Unexcited, I walk off again. As I walk, I find some guys talking about all of the drugs they have for sale. One guy tells me about this brand new drug called USB. I am skeptical, but I buy a pill from him. I don't take it, but rather just stick it in my pocket for later.

I walk down along a fence line and see some electrical cabling that looks like it was left over from another gig. There is a transformer laying on the ground that looks like someone tried to set on fire. It's covered in ashes and is halfway stuck into the ground. Just as I am looking at it, a couple of people walk by and start chatting with me about when the next stage is going to turn on. I walk with them back to an empty stage area and find my brother spinning a record on a single turntable. Just as we're starting to catch up, the stage next to us turns on their sound system and does a sound check. My brother takes the record and puts it back in his case.

One of the guys that was walking with me comes up and points at the record player, asking, “What is this round disk thingy? What is this? Huh?” He grabs the tone arm and grinds it back and forth into the platen, then twists and bends it all around. He pushes the turn table off the stage, knocking it onto the ground. I stand up, ready for a fight and say, “What the fuck did you do that for?” He backs up a bit, then raises his fists and comes toward me. I put one leg up on the stage, then the other. He lunges at me and I grab him and wrestle him to the ground. As I pound on him, he says, “OK, I'm sorry. I'll buy you a new turn table.” I let him up and he starts babbling about some random bullshit. I remind him that he just broke my turn table, and he walks back over and looks at it. I pick it up and see that the case is broken, the tone arm is all bent up, and the power cord has been severed. He says, “I'll take it over here and get it fixed.” He picks it up and walks off.

The stage next to us puts on the first DJ. I look over to see that they have a huge line of subwoofers on the front of the stage and a few main PA speakers on risers, just off the stage ends. I walk over to hear the sound, and notice that there is hardly any bass at all. I walk along the row of subs and then through the space behind the mains. There is a security guy sitting on the stage who looks at me while I walk past. As I come out from behind the speakers, there are two more that are looking at me funny. One of the guys says to me, “What, do you think this is some kind of a dream or something? You can't just walk around all over the place like that.” I reply, “Sure I can, silly. This is just a dream. I can do whatever I want.” He looks at me with a puzzled look, the walks away.

I walk back toward my stage, deciding to stop in and check out everything inside my utility tent. I open the tent and see several boxes stacked in the corner and all of the packing material that has spilled out of one which fell over. I go in the tent and stuff all the bubble wrap back into the box and close it. I put the box on the pile, then exit the tent. I ask my brother, “Have you seen my camera?” He replies, “I think it's still in your truck.” I walk toward my truck and wake up.

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DJ Log: October 2, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving around with a friend through the outskirts of the city. We pull into an abandoned industrial lot to see if there are any good places to go offroading. My friend says, “I don't think we should be driving around in here.” I reply with a question, “Would you like to get out and walk?” He replies, “No.”

On the right side are a couple of hills with lots of trails going up and down them. On the left is a line of trees and straight ahead is a muddy area. I look at the hills and the mud pit for a while, deciding which I want to hit first. As I think, I reach down and engage the transfer case into 4x4 mode. My friends puts on his seat belt and grabs the oh-shit handle with a nervous look on his face. I back up to get a running start, then hit the mud hole as fast as I can. The truck sinks into the mud quite a bit, but I am able to pull through easily. I turn around and drive through the mud again while doing some donuts in the middle of the pit.

My friend says, “Let's pull over by the trees and fire up a doobie.” I look over at him and see that he is holding a large doobie and a lighter. I drive over by the trees, then up and around the mid pit to the top end of the lot. The top of the lot connects to one of the city streets and the back sides of several buildings line the edge of the lot. We stop right in the middle of the lot and light up the doobie. He takes the first couple hits, then I take a couple. It tastes really good and I immediately get high as hell.

I pass on the second round, saying, “I'll skip this one. I don't want to get so high that I forget how to get out of here.” He looks at me and says, “Snausages.” I give him a puzzled look, then start up the truck and drive off. As I drive, he keeps laughing and pointing at things outside. I look at him and ask, “Your eyes look funny, are you high?” He just laughs again.

DJ Log: October 2, 2011 – 5:00M (USA Eastern)
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I stop by a friend's house to help him lift a boat off the roof rack of his 4-Runner. We untie the ropes from the truck, then he spreads a tarp out on the ground. We each grab an end of the boat and lift it off the roof and place it on the tarp. He farts around with the ropes for a bit as I walk off toward the road, waking up.

DJ Log: September 30, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working with a friend of mine to provide the music and sound system for a school dance. I brought a sound system in and he brought the music and DJ equipment. The room was a large open space with a mezzanine toward the rear of the room. I set up my sound system and wire up my mixer into a sound booth in the middle of the room, then I pull some cables to the front of the room and connect to his DJ board. We do a quick sound check, then he drops the first track.

The first track sounds good and people are dancing. The speakers sound great and the subwoofers are putting out some good bass. When he puts on the second track, he turns the volume way down and it can barely be heard. I walk up to the DJ board and he's complaining that it's too loud. The sound is barely coming out of the speakers. I get him to turn up the board and tell him to keep the main levels peaked at the first yellow light. Explaining that he needs to adjust the booth monitors if it sounds too loud to him, he tweaks the booth knob a bit and gives me a thumbs-up.

The next couple of tracks sound good. The bass is sounding good and several people are dancing. Then, again, he turns the main way down so nobody can hear it. When I walk over, he is complaining again that it is too loud. When he turns it back up, The sound can barely be heard at the DJ booth. Becoming a bit agitated, I turn the monitors down a bit, then turn the mains back up again.

He plays a couple more tracks, then turns it down again. I walk to the DJ booth again and let him know that I am not happy. I turn up the mains and tape them with some duct tape to keep him from turning them down again. I go back to my sound booth and crank up the volume. He plays a couple more tracks, then turns it down somehow.

DJ Log: September 28, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking into an apartment building, carrying a plate of food from a buffet. The exterior walls have a lot of windows and the floor is made of industrial steel grating. Once I reach the elevator, I sit the plate down on the window ledge and press the elevator button. The elevator comes down and opens, and I get in. I get off at the third floor and walk to the end of the hallway. The hallway is outdoors between two sets of apartment buildings. The floor is also made of steel grating, so I can see people walking a couple of floors below me.

I approach the last door on the left and find that there is a combination lock on the door. I struggle for a moment to remember the combination, then open the door. Inside, there are several suit cases and piles of clothing laying around. I make my way back to the kitchen area and the door will only open halfway because there is a box of junk in the way. I sit my food on the counter and start to move some of the clothes and junk out of my way.

In the common area, there is a fireplace and a large empty space next to the sofa. Deciding that this would be a good spot to pile everything that's scattered afar, I go back to the entry hallway to pick up the luggage and bags of clothes. When I get there, they are all gone. I look around for a moment, then consider the idea of doing an RC. I raise my arms to look at my hands and suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: September 27, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am running around naked in a large metal fabrication workshop, searching for my clothes. I find my shoes near a loading dock in the front of the shop, then find my undies hanging in the ceiling beams. I look all over the place, but I can't find my socks, pants, or shirt.

DJ Log: September 24, 2011 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving a friend's 6-wheel drive RC vehicle around at a park. The vehicle has a camera mounted on it and there is a small LCD monitor mounted on the remote control. I try to climb a set of wooden stairs, but I cannot see anything in the monitor. I walk up over the hill and find that the vehicle is upside-down. I upright it and climb the stairs again and it makes it all the way to the top. When it peaks the top, one of the wheels falls off.

DJ Log: September 24, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I drank a full glass of mixed organic tart cherry, pomegranate, and apple juice about an hour before going to bed. Additionally, during WBTB, I drank another half glass of the same, then repeated the following mantra while falling asleep, “Earth, Air, Fire, Water: I will lucid dream tonight.”)

I awaken on a couch, stark naked, trying to figure out where I'm at. I ask myself, “How much did I drink last night and who ended up taking me home with them?” I rub my eyes for a moment, then look around the room while asking myself, “Where the fuck am I? Why does my head hurt so much? Did someone put something in my drink again? Have I been raped again? God, I hope they at least enjoyed it, because I can't remember anything.” As my eyes start to clear up, the living room triggers a lot of distant memories. This is a place I have been many times before.

I sit up on the couch while looking around the room, trying to put the pieces together. The familiar medium oak wood paneling on the bottom half of the walls and light floral wall paper, separated by a dark chair rail. The large wooden console TV adds a hint of familiarity, as well as the classic 1970's dishrag color scheme sofa. A familiar canary yellow Western Electric rotary-dial phone is hanging on the wall and I've seen these yellow and pink floral curtains before. The circular textured tan and brown ultra-shag carpet only appears in one place in my memory cells. After a brief moment, I fully realize that I am in my grandmother's old house-trailer and quickly become lucid.

I look around the living room and kitchen for my grandmother, but she is nowhere to be found. The couch is not comfortable to sleep on, so I pick up my pillow, blanket, dream journal, flashlight and a couple bottles of water, then wander toward the bedrooms to find the spare bed. The master bedroom has a king size bed with 2 people sleeping in it. Strangely, neither of them is my grandmother. The guest bedroom has no bed at all and is packed full of random junk. I go back into the living room and drop everything on the floor, and then say to myself, “Let's try this again.”

I look at the floor and watch my feet lift off the carpet. I hover slightly off the floor and look toward the bedrooms again. I feel the dream collapsing quickly, so I look back at 'the floor and rub my hands together. My vision is almost completely blacked out, so I slowly close my eyes and yell, “STABILIZE NOW!!!” as loud as I can. I gently open my eyes and see that I am back in the same room and the clarity has improved significantly. Now, I can smell the mold in the air conditioner and the woody smell that the house-trailer always had. My eyes are able to perceive the flickering of the circular fluorescent ceiling light and my ears can detect the soft buzzing from the ballast. The extra plush carpet tickles my feet slightly as I hover just slightly above it.

I glide my way back to the bedrooms again. This time, the master bedroom is absolutely huge with four king size beds in it that they are all empty. I float through, then turn around and go towards the guest bedroom. The guest bedroom is even bigger than the master bedroom and it has a king size water bed next to a couple of windows. On the opposite wall is a huge sectional sofa with a low table and some lamps. I turn back to the bed and decide that this is where I am going back to sleep at. The water temperature is perfect and its covered with a huge, fluffy blanket. There are several pillows stacked up and it looks really comfortable. The headboard has bookshelves on both sides that are full of antique books and various ornamental items.

As I stand there looking at the bed, something sparkles in the window. I walk over to the window and see nothing but darkness outside. Deciding that I must see what's on the other side, I try to open the window, but it's stuck. I look around the room for something to break the window with, but there is nothing solid enough. I hold my hand in front of my face and summon a baseball bat. I put my hand down and see a wooden baseball bat leaning in the corner. I pick up the bat and whack the window, knocking a small piece of glass out. Realizing that the glass is going to put up a fight, I draw the bat back behind me and pummel the ever living shit out of the window. After several strikes, the glass gives way and falls out of the window frame.

I float up and climb out the window. There is a ledge under the windows which connects to a large 3rd floor deck. I hover around for a moment, and then do a nose pinch RC to reassure my lucidity and validate the dream state before I do something stupid, like jumping off a 3rd story ledge. I step to the edge of the ledge, then jump up and fly into the sky. My first thought is that I want to fly as high as I can and see if I can still see the house. I start to fly and the dream starts to fade. I stop and rub my hands together again and stabilize once again.

Suddenly, I remember the tasks of the month: walk on water and control at least two of the elements. I look down and see a swimming pool. I fly down and hit the water, but sink quickly. I jump out of the pool, and then look to my right to see a couple of DCs hanging some very large balloons on a clothes line. I take a couple of steps toward them and they immediately stop and look at me with a frightened look. I raise my arms into the air and command the air to fill one of the balloons. The balloon quickly inflates and floats upward on the clothes line. As this happens, the DCs eyes get wide as they take a couple of steps back and stare at the balloon, gasping in disbelief. I look at them and say, “What's wrong? Wanna see that again?” I inflate a second balloon, but the others will not take any air because they have large holes in them.

I jump up and fly past the balloons, then realize that I need to control another element. I turn around in mid-flight and look at the balloons that wouldn't take air. While in flight, I raise my left arm and clench my fist, then point my fist down toward the Earth. When I raise my arm, there is a hole in the Earth and the displaced dirt is floating just above me. While keeping the displaced piece of Earth up with my left hand, I use telekinesis to push the balloons and the clothes line into the hole, and then I bury them with the dirt that I was keeping elevated with my left hand. At this point, both DCs shriek in terror and run away.

Feeling quite satisfied, I start to fly away, then realize that I should try the pool again. I fly over to the pool and land on the deck by the water's edge. I stare intently at the water for a moment, then take a step onto it. The surface gives way, but I am able to walk about ankle-deep in the water. The water is very squishy and soft, but it supports my weight. As I walk, the water makes a sound similar to that of walking in wet shows. I walk across the pool, then I turn around and raise both arms, commanding the water to solidify. Instantly, the ripples in the water stop moving and the surface takes on a matte finish. I carefully step onto the surface again and it feels sort of like walking on a water bed. The surface feels solid, but it's squishy underneath. I walk across the pool again and step off onto the deck.

Being thoroughly satisfied with the accomplishments, I decide that I should wake up and write it all in my dream journal. I close my eyes and say, “Wake up! NOW!” I awaken into my bed and reach over to grab my dream journal. I flip open the cover and slide the pen out of the coils. I reach up above my pillow to turn on my flashlight and it won't turn on. I think to myself, “Shit, I must have bumped it last night and the batteries are dead.” I open my eyes and see a dark room. I press the switch on the flashlight again and the circle of light appears on the ceiling, but no light is reflected onto my journal, nor the rest of the room. I look at the flashlight and the bulb looks like a black hole which is sucking in all of the light around it. I press the switch again and the bulb lights up brightly, but there is no light in the room.

I give myself a nose pinch RC and it passes. Becoming a bit confused now, I look at my left hand and count 7 fingers and a thumb. I say to myself, “Nice! False awakening strikes again, dumbass!” as I become lucid once again. I quickly jump out of bed and turn around to see myself still laying in the bed. I think to myself, “This is very nice, but I don't have time for an OOBE.” I slap myself in the face a couple of times while yelling, “WAKE UP AND WRITE THIS SHIT DOWN BEFORE YOU FORGET IT! ...WAKE UP NOW! ...DO IT! ...DO IT NOW!”

I wake up in my bed once again and pass both a nose pinch and finger count. I reach over and grab my dream journal, flip it open and slide the pen out of the coils. I reach up and press the switch on the flashlight that is wedged between the mattress and the wall. The flashlight lights up properly and I commence logging this entry.

(Note: My maternal grandmother passed away about 17 years ago. She was the only relative that would listen to me and what I had to say. She was always interested in having conversations about anything I wanted to talk about. Most of my other aunts and such were not open to hearing anything that a younger person had to say. They would always say things like, “Children should be seen and not heard.” My grandmother was also the only relative that was not obsessed over the fact that I had no interest in girls. My aunts and uncles would always harass me and ask when I was going to get married and start having kids. Needless to say, it was always an enjoyable time to visit with her, and it was a very sad moment when she passed on.)

DJ Log: September 11, 2011 – 8:30PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: When I came home from work today, I was quite tired. I farted around on the 'net for a while, then decided to take a nap that lasted about 2 hours. I had a few other dreams, but these are the two that I can recall anything from. When I woke up, I spent more time being amazed that I just had so many dreams during a nap then I did recalling them. )

Fragment #1:
I am riding a bicycle around the yard at my parent's old house. Suddenly, the bike catches on fire. I push it over to the corner where the garden hose should be, but there is no hose. I drop the bike and run into the basement to get a hose. When I come back, my brother had used a bucket to put out the fire. I connected the hose and sprayed the bike a bit more to stop the smoke.

Fragment #2:
I try to back a trailer into a garage with my truck, but the front of the trailer is too high to fit under the door. I disconnect the trailer from the truck and my brother helps me push it my hand. Once we get the trailer inside the garage, he puts some chocks under the tires and I set the coupler on a large wood block. Behind the trailer, there are a couple of old lawn mowers and a garden tractor. Off to the side, there are a couple of engines laying on the floor. I walk out of the garage and when I turn around, I wake up.

DJ Log: September 22, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am setting up my sound system for an outdoor electronic music festival. After I finish connecting everything, I walk around and explore the grounds. I walk toward the main vending area to find Tara and a couple of others hanging out under one of the vendor's canopies. I don't recognize the others by name, but they look a bit familiar. They are talking about how they dislike the first DJ that's supposed to play. Tara says, “Hey! I know you!” and gives me a hi-five, then I walk toward another group of people to see who's there. As I'm walking, I trip over something and fall, waking me up.

DJ Log: September 21, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing outside my truck with the driver's side door open, looking at the dirty windshield. I reach under the seat and pull out a garden hose, and then spray down the inside of the windshield. After rolling the hose back under the seat, I wipe the windshield dry with a towel.

DJ Log: September 20, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding a small motorcycle through the woods at my parent's old house. The ground is moist and muddy in some places. A strip of dense fog follows the stream through the woods. The air smells like wet dirt and leaves. The motorcycle makes no sound as it moves, other than the sounds of the ground and leaves squishing under the tires.

I arrive at a tree-house that I built and my brother is standing there. He points at an abandoned house near the edge of the woods and says, "We will have to knock this one down. It took on quite a bit of damage during the storm." A couple of the windows are broken out and some of the roof has been torn off.

We walk over to the house and check it out. The first floor is a garage with an old Chevrolet car in it. The second level is missing a wall on one side. There is a lot of junk on the second floor, including some high-voltage transformers and a Tesla coil.

My brother wanders inside to check things out. I look around through the old car to find that there are bees in there. Returning to my motorcycle to retrieve a can of bee spray from the saddle bag, I spray the bees and then open the car door to find even more bees. After spraying all of the bees, I get on a scissor lift and raise myself to the second floor.

I look around for a moment, then look back at the scissor lift. I think that this is strange for a moment, so I push my finger through the palm of my hand and become lucid for a split second before waking up.

DJ Log: September 17, 2011 – 12:30AM (USA Eastern)
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From deep within the darkness, a large garden appears in front of me. My point of view is moving, as if I am floating and circling the garden. As I watch, several pieces of vegetation separate and sling off into the darkness.

One of the pieces, a large pea pod, floats toward me then hovers and rotates in front of me. As it is rotating, the seam splits open with a burst of light. The pod separates and floats away as the peas fall out of the pod and float in front of me. Then the peas arrange themselves into a tight grid, becoming brighter green in color as they compact. They have an eerie luminescence as they find their way into a perfect grid pattern.

The peas split open to reveal a glowing green core inside which is surrounded by small glowing pearls. The pearls orbit around the core and their orbit elongates slightly on the open side of the pea. As I watch, the pearls begin to rise out of the shell and settle onto the flat plane. The pearls arrange themselves into a perfectly aligned grid, then increase in brightness. The pearls become so bright that they are only a blinding white light. Suddenly, the light fades to black.

As I stare into the darkness, a slice of toast appears in the distance. The toast gets closer until it is directly in front of me. The dark spots on toast are swirling around, creating many different geometric patterns. After a moment, the spots morph into human forms. The human forms then step out of the bread and they dance as the bread falls away into the darkness. They dance around in the air for a bit before being drawn back into the darkness.

(Note: This dream occurred whilst napping during the second night of an electronic music festival for which I supplied and operated sound for one of the three stages. The music was quite loud in my backstage trailer, but I was so tired that I was able to sleep with 95dB of sound around me. Sleep deprivation certainly does make dreams interesting!)