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    1. Strange Record Playing Machines

      by , 12-26-2017 at 05:39 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: December 26, 2017 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)

      I am floating around a familiar yard with several people, one of them is guiding us around. He is my cousin, who will be known as "J" here. He is playing several records and I am scrambling to write down the artists/tracks on random bits of paper I find laying around. We move to another part of the yard and he plays more music and I find a stack of Post-it notes and write down several titles. I look up and there are two large cylindrical "cakes" of coiled copper magnet wire with a steel pin in the center of the tops. Next to both of them is a cube of similarly caked wire. When he places a record on one of the cylinders, a group of squares illuminate on the cube. There is a section with 3 rows and 3 columns and just to the right a column with 4 rows. The illuminated squares control the music playback. There are no wires connecting any of the components.

      I look back at my notes and they are all blank. ...I think, "Oh shit, I'm dreaming. I need to remember what music this is so I can find it when I wake up." I awaken with my mind as blank as the notes. I got up and quickly sketched the strange record playing machine that I saw in the dream.

      (Note: The music that was playing was very heavily technical, yet minimalistic drum-n-bass, similar to several things in my collection from Dylan & Facs under the Biotic record label.)

    2. Shot and Killed Annoying Neighbor

      by , 11-25-2017 at 05:39 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: November 25, 2017 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)

      I am smoking cigarettes with a couple of friends on a second floor balcony. There is an annoying neighbor standing right at the edge of our property line making threats at us because of the "toxic fumes" that are drifting toward his house from our cigarettes. We ignore him and continue smoking before going back inside.

      After several sessions of this harassment at gradually increasing volume levels, we yelled back at him and cussed him out. The neighbor was standing out there with a couple of other people. After we came back into the house and I went downstairs to find that the neighbor had walked up to our house and was trying to open the door. After a couple of tries, the latch gave way and he opened the door. At the instant that he took a step into the house, I pulled my pistol out of its holster and fired a round directly into the center of his head. He immediately began to fall backward, so I ran up and grabbed him by his shirt to pull him inward so that he would fall to the floor inside instead of outside. He fell face-down and appeared to be dead. The other people stood there silently for a moment, then walked away. I yelled at them, "Who's next?"

      (Note: This was a rare time that a dream gun functioned correctly. Usually they make noise but no bullet, or they are all jammed up or something else wrong with them so they won't shoot at all. …and smoking cigarettes, YUCK!)
    3. Yard Sales / Vintage Electronics / 3-Wheeled Bike (Fragment)

      by , 08-14-2017 at 02:19 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: August 14, 2017 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)

      I am riding a 3-wheeled bike through a development, visiting several yard sales as I pass through. At one sale, I pick up various vintage electronic items, mainly things with vacuum tubes. They only want $1 for each item, so I buy them all and load up the basket on the bike. As I pedal away, I notice that the bike is very heavy.
    4. Another Facepalm Morning – Missed Signs (Fragments)

      by , 05-30-2016 at 03:28 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: May 30, 2016 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)

      1. I am at my lab bench trying to turn on the two LED goose-neck lamps above my bench. The lights will not turn on when I flip the switch, so I reach in and check the bulb. The left lamp shorts out and makes sparks when I twist the bulb. The right lamp has no bulb in it at all. I completely disregard the classic light-switch dream sign, and even more stupidly tell myself, “Oh well, the lights are not supposed to work in a dream anyway.”

      2. I am helping a friend sand rusty spots on a trailer before repainting it. We are using ridiculously small pieces of sand paper that are not much larger than my finger tip. It must be magical sand paper though, because all the rust is gone with one gentle swipe, leaving the metal shiny clean.

      It seems that I’ve improved my recall recently, but now I’m back to ground-zero on dream signs and triggers. *adds to-do list item: NOTICE DREAM SIGNS!!!
    5. Flying Sea Containers (Fragment)

      by , 05-30-2016 at 03:43 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: May 29, 2016 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)

      I am riding in my dad’s truck down an everyday stretch of road. I suddenly hear a loud aircraft behind us so I turn around to see what it is. To our left, I see four sea containers that are attached together and are flying low over a shopping center. As I watch them fly very low over the road behind us, I question, “How is that thing even flying?” Moments later, it crashes into the ground and pulls down a bunch of wires and a traffic light pole.

      As I awaken, I say, “...yep, that happens every day. Nothing to see here, move along. “
    6. Dream Views Trade Show Booth (Fragment)

      by , 05-30-2016 at 03:36 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: May ?, 2016 – ? (USA Eastern)

      (Note: This entry was forgotten on my voice recorder and I failed to record the date and time of the entry. I’m certain that it was May, but no idea which day.)

      I am at a trade show walking with a couple of familiar associates. We get our entry passes and walk onto the exhibition floor. One of the other guys tells me that they’re going to go over to our company booth. I let them know I’ll be there in a minute because I want to check out a couple of other booths. I walk for a bit and find a booth with a large banner that says “Dream Views”. I walk up and find OpheliaBlue talking with several people at the side of the booth. She waves and I wave back. As I get closer, an older guy with a nametag that says “Quirky” greets me. I ask him where Alex is and he points toward a conference room with closed blinds, saying “He’s in the middle of a meeting over there.” Just to the right of the conference room, Gab is sitting with some people at a table. I wave but she just gives me a blank stare back. I tell Quirky, “I’ll come back when they’re not so busy.”, then I walk off.
    7. Road of Tree Roots

      by , 05-30-2016 at 03:08 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: February 1, 2016 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)

      I am driving a very small car up a steep mountain road. On the right side is a steep uphill grade and to the left is a sharp drop-off into a river far below. I drive along for a bit when my passenger tells me to turn into a small road that goes up to the right. I turn and drive up a very steep and narrow road. After a short bit, the road narrows even more with trees really close on both sides. After another short while, the surface of the road becomes engulfed by the roots of trees. Eventually, the roadway becomes elevated on top of the roots which is now quite a ways above the ground. I approach a corner in the road and some of the roots are broken away, making it impossible to drive on. We get out of the car and walk the rest of the way around the turn and down the road.

      Eventually the tree root road comes down along a fence and meets the ground. I am walking toward a farm house where a woman is washing clothes in a tub and putting them through a wringer before hanging on a line to dry. I continue walking toward an outbuilding where I meet up with some familiar DC’s. They invite me inside to find a bar and pool tables.
    8. Invisible People

      by , 02-01-2016 at 03:17 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      COLOR="darkred"]DJ Log: January 30, 2016 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)[/COLOR]

      I am chasing invisible people around in a large industrial factory-like setting. I have a unique ability to see them, but it takes a bit of time for the image to resolve. I can always see a distorted outline of their bodies, so it’s very easy to tell where they are. If I continue to look at them, the complete image fills in. However, no matter how long I look, I cannot see their eyes. They communicate in a language which I cannot understand.

      I'm following a couple of them around, running after them at times. Eventually, I find someone else who can also see them and can communicate with them. I ask her to let them know that I can see them and I am not trying to harm them. She says that she will let them know. She walks off and disappears around a corner. After a moment, I see two of the invisible people walking toward me. They both stop about halfway down the walkway and sit next to each other on a bench. I slowly walk toward them as my vision resolves an image of them. As I approach, I see a female with short dark hair and a male with long purple hair. Once I get to them, the guy speaks to me in English. He says, "I was wondering what you were looking at." I replied, "I can see you clearly, and you're really cute." At this point, we are both smiling at each other and the female says, "You're pretty cute too. I'm glad that you like us." I gave her a big hug, then looked at the guy who was smiling at me. I then gave him a big hug and said, "You both are awesome." The guy says, "Do you want to go have some fun?" I smiled and replied, "Of course! Let's go!" As we walk off, I wake up.
    9. Strange Toilets / Epic Dreamsign FAIL

      by , 01-12-2016 at 05:43 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: January 11, 2016 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)

      I am standing near a fast food restaurant and realize that I have to use the bathroom. I walk inside and find the restroom door. When I walk through the door, it leads back outside into a chain-link fenced in area behind the restaurant. I walk up to this ring of strange looking toilets that are unusually high on a pedestal and have no walls around them. They are more like small sinks and they have foot pads beside them and no seat of any kind. There is a little stick figure illustration showing how to stand up and squat over it. I look around for a moment and see that there are several people walking around a car wash just ahead of me and everyone in the drive-thru is just outside the fence. There is no possibility of privacy here, but I really have to go. There are some other people using these things, so I figure it can’t be that bad after all. Looking around a bit more, I stop and think to myself, “This is just a dream. I don’t have to worry about anyone watching me poop.” I try to climb on top of one of the toilet things, but it is almost impossible to balance myself on the foot pads and get my pants off at the same time. I step back down and take off my pants, then climb back up. Realizing that I forgot to remove my undies, I struggle for a bit to take them off, then I end up waking up.
    10. Beer / Heavy Metal (Fragments)

      by , 11-02-2015 at 04:23 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: October 31, 2015 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)

      Fragment 1 I am looking for a beer in the fridge, but there is only some spilled liquid on the bottom of the fridge floor.

      Fragment 2 I am working on something in my shop and can hear that the neighbors across the street having a party. My brother and someone else is there with me. After a while, my neighbor turns on some really loud heavy metal music.
      Tags: music
      dream fragment , non-lucid
    11. Shrinking Motorcycle / Meeting Andrej Pejic

      by , 09-22-2015 at 04:34 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: September 21, 2015 – 6:15AM (USA Eastern)

      I ride a motorcycle into the parking deck by the courthouse. At the entrance, there is a sign that says there is a special motorcycle parking area on the top level. I wind my way through the parking deck and end up at an area where the lane ends into a doorway. I shut off my bike and walk it toward the door. As I approach, a cop comes outside and points to a smaller pathway behind me and says, “That's where the motorcycles go.”

      I turn around and walk the bike down the path and find that I am on a sidewalk which splits at the edge of the parking deck. To my right is a driver training course on which someone is taking their driving test on a horse. I stare for a moment in disbelief, shake my head, then turn the other way and push the motorcycle down the sidewalk. As I am walking, the motorcycle seems to get smaller. After a bit of walking, I look to my left and see a couple of people hanging out in a Jeep on the other side of a small parking lot. There are a couple of kids sitting on the back seat of the jeep and an older woman sitting in the passenger seat. A familiar looking guy with long blonde hair is standing next to it, watching me walk by. I wave and move on.

      As I continue walking, I notice that the motorcycle has shrunk to the size of a child's dirt bike. I pick up the bike with one hand and keep on walking. After a bit I look left again and see another group of people hanging out around an old Ford Bronco. Taking a closer look, it looks like almost the same group of people. I stop and stare at them for a moment and the two kids look at me, then turn and run off. The older lady gets out of the truck and wanders off as I start walking toward. The blonde guy just stands there, staring at me as I walk up. As I get closer, I realize that it's Andrej Pejic standing there.

      I can't believe my eyes, so I walk up and say, “There is no way that you are actually standing in front of me.” as I become lucid. I feel a tingling throughout my body as the dream quickly destabilizes. Before fading out, I look at Andrej and smile while saying, “You're so pretty! I love your hair!” then I wake up.
    12. Familiar Faces / A Perfect Hug (Fragment)

      by , 06-12-2015 at 02:15 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: June 12, 2015 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)

      I am working on a video set with some familiar people. There is a rack of equipment in front of me to which I am connecting microphone cables to a large mixer. I look up to see a lady I work with regularly in audio/video production. I give her a thumbs-up and she returns one. I connect a few more cables, then I look up again to see who else I might know. I see this guy on video crew who I connected with in a previous dream which ended with a memorable hug. He is about my height and has dark medium length hair. He turns around and sees me and I watch his face change from 'serious business' to the most satisfied and lovely smile I have ever seen.

      He drops his clipboard and starts walking toward me. I drop my cables and start walking toward him. We meet in the middle of the set and wrap our arms around each other. As my face is buried in his wonderful smelling hair, I say softly, “I never want to let you go again.” He tightens his hold a bit and I can feel our hearts pounding against each other's in perfect timing. As we embrace, our feet leave the ground and we float just slightly off the ground, moving slowly about the set. After a while, I open my eyes slightly to see that we are floating around the corner into a grassy area. He says softly into my ear, “I'm certain that this is true love. I've never felt anything like this before.” I melt even further into his arms as I can feel our heartbeats speed up. I hold on tightly as the dream fades out and I wake up with a big smile on my face.

      I can't wait to meet him in real life. I often meet people in dreams before meeting in real life and this is more likely to happen when an energy or bond like this exists.

      Updated 05-30-2016 at 03:58 AM by 36447 (spelling)

      Tags: cute guy
      non-lucid , memorable , dream fragment
    13. Wedding After-Party / Graphical Music / Ecstasy / Nice Kiss

      by , 03-04-2015 at 02:49 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: November 20, 2014 – 8:15PM (USA Eastern)

      (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.
    14. Dumpster Diving in an Abandoned Warehouse

      by , 09-07-2014 at 06:58 PM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: September 7, 2014 – 9:45AM (USA Eastern)

      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.
    15. Unwanted Sexual Advances / Odd Water Behavior / Lucid Diesel Burnout

      by , 09-04-2014 at 06:13 AM (...from the dark corners of my mind...)
      DJ Log: August 20, 2014 – 2:00AM (USA Eastern)

      I am staying the night at a friend's house after a large party. He has a roommate who sleeps in the corner of the room. I am not at all interested in the roommate, but he is flirting with me and won't leave me alone. My friend has a huge bed, so I pick a corner and try to go to sleep. The roommate pushes me off the bed and tries to drag me into his bed in the corner of the room. He keeps holding onto me and humping me. I finally get fed up and pick up my things and leave. I am a bit upset as I am leaving because I cannot find my camera bag. I look for a little bit then decide to just leave, assuming I had lost it at the party. If I left it at the house, my friend will give it back when he finds it. Just as I am walking out the door, my friend says, “Hold on a second. Here is your camera stuff.” He hands me a milk crate full of loose camera parts. I can see that the lens is detached from the camera, but I am happy enough just to have it back.

      I walk outside into a parking lot which is elongated in shape and has a couple of construction vehicles parked in it. I put my things into the truck and get in the driver's seat. As I am warming up the engine a bit, I am talking to a guy who is standing outside about what just happened. He asks, “Do you think it may have been a bad dream, or do you think it really happened?” I reply, “I don't know. It was just weird. The guy wouldn't leave me the fuck alone, so I left.”

      He gives me a rather strange look and points behind me and says, “Well then, what about that?” I turn around just in time to see a large amount of water blasting against the driver side of my truck. It was a strong stream of water similar to what would come from an open fire hydrant. Through the windshield and passenger side, I see the water fly through the air and against some of the houses on the other side of the parking lot. As quick as it started, it stops. I look left again and see a large truck with some kind of sprayer on the rear of it. I turn back and say to the guy, “I'm glad that my driver side window was shut when that happened. If it wasn't, that would be a big mess.” He just looks at me blankly. I stare back at him for a moment, thinking that he looks a little familiar. I am trying to connect the face and name, but cannot make the connection. Suddenly, another huge blast of water hits the side of my truck and passes through the air. This time, the water passes by slowly and hovers in the air as a solid blob of water rather than a spray. I look at it for a moment, then I look at the guy outside my passenger window. He stares back at me with a blank look at morphs into a surprised/shocked look as I become lucid. I rev my engine and tell the guy, “Now, it's time to fuck with this asshole for fucking with me.”

      I put my truck into reverse and fully depress the accelerator pedal. I roast off some tire while backing and whip the steering to the right and the truck does a 180 slide to the left. I stop for a moment and survey the scene. On the other side of the sprayer truck is a bunch of people with horses in a small corral made of temporary fending. The guy I was talking to is running away between a couple of the houses. I look back ahead and see a guy get out of and run away from the sprayer truck. I press the brake and accelerator pedal and start a burnout in the truck. When I see the tire smoke start to wrap around to the side windows, I let off the brake and aim for the guy that was spraying me with water. I steer around a bit to keep the tires spinning and sliding, yet moving forward while burning out. I run over a row of metal posts and a couple of signs while chasing the guy around. He ducks behind a stack of wooden crates full of corn. I turn and smash into the crates and run over the guy. I decide that I should fly out of there, but I can't get the truck off the ground. I look on the dash and see a button labeled “Fly”. When I press the button, I suddenly wake up. Fuuuu, I hate those wake-up buttons.

      Updated 05-30-2016 at 03:59 AM by 36447 (spelling)

      lucid , non-lucid
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