nightmare

DJ Log: November 20, 2014 – 8:15PM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

(Note: I came home from doing a training class and felt tired, so I took a nap. After this epicness, I will do this more often – hopefully without losing so much detail during logging.)

I am at wedding reception party with several friends and more. We're in a basement room of a building and it is well furnished. There are many sofas and lounges all around and, as usual, the party is divided into many smaller groups. I am toward the front of the room, hanging out with some of my familiar friends. We're drinking beer and taking turns playing music on the sound system. There is a CD player and my computer is set up with my entire /media/mp3 folder structure.

The music comes to an end and the announcer says that the newlyweds are going to enjoy a private kiss. I turn and look just as curtains are beginning to close around them. Deciding to be a smart ass, I get up and walk over to my computer and find my porn soundtrack collection and play the Debbie Does Dallas intro part. Strangely, that is not what plays. It is a rather chill drum-n-bass track, maybe something by LTJ Bukem that actually plays. I sit back down, confused as to why the computer played the wrong track, because I don't want anyone to peek out from behind the curtain and see that it was me that played it. I just sit there slightly annoyed as it plays out.

As I'm waiting for it to end, I sneak a cable into the sound mixer to my phone and turn up the channel. When the track ends, I open up Pandora on my phone and it comes up with a bunch of geometric shapes on the bottom line and a blank top line. I stare at it for a second, then drag one of the shapes from the bottom line to the top. Hard drum-n-bass suddenly starts playing loud. I drag another couple of shapes to the top like and find out that each symbol represents a loop of music as they are playing through and repeating. A couple of people get up and start dancing and are shortly followed by some others. One guy comes over and looks at my phone and says, “That's kinda cool, what is it?” I reply, “It was supposed to be Pandora, but they must have done something really weird on that last update.” I hand him the phone saying, “Here, you figure this mess out.”, then I get up.

I walk toward the back part of the room and see that the newlywed couple are still in the curtain area. I pass them and go to the back area where there are a lot of people who look like they are absolutely faced on E. I can feel the energy of them all and wander a bit until I find a guy who is as connected to sensation as I am. I walk toward him and look into his eyes as I lightly brush against his arm. He opens his eyes wide and stares at me, saying , “I felt that!”, followed by a big smile. I smile back at him as I move toward the end of the couch he is laying on. I turn and look down at him and he reaches up and grabs me by my hair and pulls me into a kiss. It's quite enjoyable for a moment before I suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: September 7, 2014 – 9:45AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am with my dad and brother, walking into an abandoned warehouse in which there are pallet racks loaded with boxes of what looks to be electrical materials. Some of the boxes are broken, spilling their contents onto the floor. One of the spilled boxes contained light switches which are now scattered across the floor. We walk to the end of the row and turn up an aisle, looking down the rows as we walk. In one row is an old forklift with a puddle of oil under it. At the end of the aisle, we stop at a dumpster and I can see several bags of colorful crimp-on electrical connectors that have been discarded.

Liking the colors, and deciding that I must have these in my collection of junk, I lean into the dumpster and retrieve a box of bagged connectors and hand them to my brother to put in the car. I reach into the dumpster again and upright a spilled box and load it with several bags of colorful connectors, then hand it to my brother. Again, I lean in and start to load a spilled box when a couple of bees fly up from the right side of the dumpster, fighting each other. My dad is talking about the bees, stating that they do not sting, but they can bite really bad. I think nothing of it and continue to fill a box. One of the bees buzzes by my head and I swat it away. It bites my hand upon contact then flies off. I put another bag into the box, then the bee flies up and bites my back and I wake up.