non-lucid

DJ Log: September 7, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am driving a small car on a mountain highway. The traffic is barely moving and some cars are driving up the shoulder. Once the traffic completely stops, I get out of the car and notice that the car is shrinking as I step out and close the door. I retrieve a remote control from my pocket and drive the car around by remote. I drive up the shoulder and under a semi trailer. As I drive, the car continues to shrink to a much smaller size. Eventually, the car is so small that I can barely see it just a few feet ahead of me.

DJ Log: July 31, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a truck repair shop, picking up my truck after I had them replace the alternator. I am arguing with the guy behind the counter about my repair. He claims that they only repaired the alternator, when I had asked them to replace it entirely. He repeats that it is fixed and he was able to save me some money by just fixing it. I pull out a credit card to pay for the repair, but when the card is swiped through the reader, it falls apart into several pieces. I pull out my wallet and see that all my other cards have also crumbled into pieces.

Another customer is talking on a Blackberry phone, when it suddenly falls apart into several pieces. I watch the internals from the phone fall into two pieces and land on the service counter. One of the pieces still has some illuminated LEDs on it. The guy who was talking on the phone says it won't work anymore, but I am convinced that it still works. I pick up the two big pieces and mash them back together. The display illuminates and displays hieroglyphic-like characters. The buttons no longer have the number caps on them, but I am able to dial my cell phone and hear it ring. I hand the guy his phone back and say, "It's fixed. Give it a try." He looks at me puzzled, then walks away.

I walk out into the parking lot and locate my truck. As I am walking toward it, I can see that there are jumper cables hanging out from under the hood. As I walk around, I open the door and look inside. My ignition interlock has been removed and there is a bundle of wires hanging out from under the dash. I stick the keys into the ignition, then walk around to the rear of the truck. The bed is full of high voltage electrical equipment. There is a large high voltage multiplier and several large transformers in the bed.

I'm not certain what induces lucidity at this moment.

I become lucid as I get into the driver's seat. I turn the key, but the battery is too dead to crank over the engine. I try the key again, but it will not start. I look into the sky for a moment, then summon lightning to give the battery energy. A large bolt of lightning strikes the jumper cables and the engine starts. I shift into a gear and push the accelerator pedal to the floor. The truck speeds up and I decide to run over everything in sight.

I crash through fences, buildings, and several other vehicles. After crashing through nearly everything in sight, I hit the dirt embankment at the edge of the parking lot. The truck jumps into the air and starts to fly. I fly away from the shop, then I wake up.

DJ Log: July 28, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting on the floor in front of a laptop on a low table, talking with a guy about work-related stuff on a software-based phone. There is a blue velvet sofa to my left and a matching love seat directly across the room. A bookshelf stereo system is on a table beside the love seat and there are large speakers sitting on the floor on both sides. The carpet is light tan and the walls are snow white. There are two oil paintings hanging on the wall which have peaceful, abstract swirls of color on them, primarily shades of blue and green. The paintings are perfect mirror-images of each other.

As I am talking on the phone, my brother walks into the room and turns on the stereo which is sitting on the other side of the room. I yell at him to turn it down, but he just gives me a dirty look and turns it up even louder. I yell at him again, "Turn it down or I will come over there and break the speakers." He gives me a defiant look and starts head-banging to the music. The paintings on the wall now have a fiery red, orange, and yellow scheme to them.

Becoming angry, I lay the phone headset down, then go over and pick up the stereo off the table and rip all the wires out of the back. When I get back to the phone, my mom is sitting on the next couch, giving me a strange look. As soon as I pick up the headset for the phone, she starts talking loudly on a cordless phone. I look at her with a WTF look, and then I notice that the paintings now have a fiery mushroom cloud on them.

Now enraged, I throw my headset down on the table again and slam the lid shut on the laptop. Walking into the kitchen, I forcefully remove the cordless phone cradle from the wall and smash it all over the floor. I throw a childish temper tantrum and stomp all over the broken pieces while screaming at the top of my lungs. After a moment, I run back into my bedroom and slam the door shut, then I wake up.

DJ Log: July 28, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting in a small pickup truck with a bunch of guys, waiting for a bag of weed. We're sitting at a gas station, smoking the last little bit of weed from a small bowl. I'm sitting in the passenger seat, there's a guy in the driver seat, another lying across our laps with his head in my lap. There are two more guys in the space behind the seats. The guy behind me grabs me by the hair and pulls my head back, then gives me a shotgun hit. When I lean forward again, the guy lying in my lap looks at me and smiles.

DJ Log: July 25, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking into a garage with a small workshop area off to the side. There are a couple of covered cars sitting in the garage, as well as many piles of parts. There is a large workbench in the back of the garage with disassembled engines on it. There is a motorcycle frame on a stand near the bench. In the corner of the garage is a doorway which leads into a smaller workshop area with a bench, a toolbox and some power tools on the bench.

I walk into the workshop area and find a guy sitting on a stool at the bench. When I walk in, he looks at me and smiles as he is working on a carburetor. I ask his name, and he replies, “I'm David.” We talk for a bit about his Toyota trike. He explains to me all about how he is changing the V-6 engine out for a supercharged 4-cylinder with much more horsepower. While he is talking, we walk out into the garage area. I read the nameplate on the fender and it says something like Corado, but the letters look different every time I try to read it. The rear half looks like a dune buggy and the front looks like a Harley Davidson.

When I go to sit down on a milk crate in the garage, I feel something uncomfortable in my back pocket. I reach back and pull a remote control out of my pocket. While looking at the remote, something seems a bit off. I look at David and say, “I went to sleep with this remote in my pocket, so this means that this is a dream and I am lucid.”

I am puzzled by why I would have gone to sleep with a remote control in my pocket. Perhaps, in an attempt to produce a satisfactory reason why this would have happened, I was able to identify that I was dreaming.

I immediately become lucid. David looks at me like I am crazy, and then walks back into the workshop area and sits down on a stool. I follow him to the workshop and say, “This is a dream. Do you know what that means?” He looks at me puzzled for a moment, and then says, “Does this mean that you're going to kill me, then rape me?” I reply, “No, silly. We're going to make sweet, sweet love, right here on top of the toolbox.”

We begin kissing, and then fall backward onto the toolbox. The toolbox is not a very comfortable object to lean against, so we roll onto the floor and continue kissing. I grab a handful of his hair and pull him in even closer, and he does the same. We both melt into the floor in a full-on make out session. Without any warning, I wake up.

DJ Log: July 24, 2011 – 3:45PM (USA Eastern)
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I am laying on a large bed, looking through my photo collection. I am deciding which photos I would like to print and place into my photo portfolio. I have printed all of my favorite digital photos onto 8x3 thumbnail sheets so I can circle the file names that I want to use. I have the pile of thumbnails to my right, and a pile of checked thumbnails to my left. As I review them, I circle the file name above the photo and write “yes”, “no” or “maybe” beside the name.

Suddenly the light in the room changes. The direct sunlight which is illuminating the room is suddenly diffused, reducing the amount of light that is entering the windows. Without taking my eyes off my photos, I reach over and turn on the lamp on the night stand. I continue to check off some of the photos, then notice that the light has reduced even more.

My mom walks in the room and says, “There is a big storm coming.” I get up and look out the window to see the edge of a dark gray cloud which is quickly filling the sky. My mom and I step outside onto the second story deck, then walk out onto the roof through about 1” of snow. There are black ashes falling from the sky, mixed with the snow. In the distance, I can see that the ground is covered with the ashes. There is a vortex of light gray smoke connecting the chimney with the clouds, which is swirling like a tornado.

As I stare at the vortex of smoke, slightly entranced, lightning strikes through the smoke and hits the chimney. My mom, who was standing near the chimney, disappears into a puff of smoke. Lightning strikes several more times, then hits the roof near me. I decide that I've had enough of the lightning, so I quickly walk toward the deck.

As I am walking onto the deck, my cell phone rings and it shows 310-000-0000 on the caller ID. As I walk into the house, I answer the phone, “Hello. Who is this?” There is no immediate reply, but I can hear someone breathing on the other end of the call. After a moment, my mom says, “Hello?” I reply, “Hi, Mom. Where did you go?” She does not reply immediately. After a moment, she says, “If you can hear me, I can't hear you. Call me back and I should be able to hear you.”, then she hangs up. I call the number from the caller ID and it rings a couple of times, then plays the number is not in service message.

DJ Log: July 14, 2011 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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A DC and I are digging around in a large abandoned barn, picking up random junk and placing it on a rolling metal shelf cart. There are a couple of openings in the floor, but they are filled with junk so we can't climb down.

I find a small table radio and when I put it on the shelf, it turns itself on and starts playing music. After a brief moment, the music stops and a weather statement comes on. The announcer warns everyone that a huge storm is coming through the area and there is a high potential for tornadoes, severe wind, and lightning..

As we are digging around, a huge thunder storm rolls in and brings nearly continuous lightning strikes. We decide to stay in the barn and wait out the storm. As we are hanging out in there, several other people walk in for shelter also. The wind picks up and it starts raining heavily. Some roofing tin falls in front of me and I wake up.

DJ Log: July 1, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a house party, hanging out and talking with several DV members. Some of the members I recognize from the Post photos of yourself forum, others have name tags on. SaMaster14, Jeff777, Ninja, Auron, Zhaylin, Keresztanya, Dannon, Moongrass, Tara, Slash, buriedmonsters, no-Name, limitless, Oneironaut, and many others are here, hanging out in several small groups, talking and such. There is a huge banner hanging on the side of the deck that has the top banner image from the DV site on it.

Everybody brought some kind of food to put on the tables on the deck, but there is snow on the steps. It seems odd that there is snow on the ground when the weather is so warm, but I grab a leaf blower and start to blow the snow off the steps and sidewalk. After blowing snow for a bit, someone I don't recognize comes up to me and starts talking to me. I turn off the leaf blower and she asks, “Can you hear me?” I reply, “Of course not.”

I put down the leaf blower and run up the steps with a few people following me. There are no tables on the deck, but there is a huge hot tub. I turn around and say, “No chemical bath for me!” then I jump off the deck and run off into the woods. As I am running, I wake up.

DJ Log: June 26, 2011 – 9:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking with a couple of friends through a huge, multilevel shopping mall, looking for May's Surplus, a military surplus store. The mall has large spiral staircases throughout the main area, as well as elevators. The center of the common area is open so you can see the floors above and below. The mall is laid out with a main hub area and several wings that branch off from the corners of the hub.

We stop and look at the mall directory and map for a bit. This is no help at all, as the store names don't match what's really there, as well as the shape of the floor layout is wrong. I find May's on the map, but it says it's right behind us. When we turn around, there's a Harbor Freight and a Taco Bell there. One of my friends suggests that we may be on the wrong floor, so we walk toward the nearest elevator.

We step into a large elevator and look at the control panel. The buttons are not very helpful, as the numbers and letters appear to be in Chinese. We look at each other puzzled for a moment, then decide to take “pot luck” and press a button. The door closes and the elevator feels like it's moving quickly. After a brief moment, the elevator stops and we almost fall against the wall from the inertia. The doors open and we are on the same floor, right in front of Taco Bell. Disgusted, I press a couple more buttons, and the elevator starts moving again without closing the doors. We can see several floors go by, and I spot the May's Surplus store as we're moving. I frantically hit a bunch of buttons, but the elevator just speeds up. It finally stops what seems like 5-6 floors away from where we want to be. Deciding that we're getting nowhere, I suggest that we take the stairs.

We walk up a large spiral staircase which leads us out through the roof and up about 3 stories into the sky. There is an exit door at the top of the stairs which leads nowhere. My friends turn around and walk back down the stairs, but I decide to go out the door and climb down the exterior of the stairwell. The stairs and framework are built from steel tubing and beams, so I can see my friends walking down the stairs as I climb down the exterior of the structure. When we get to the bottom and find ourselves standing in the parking lot. I look at my friends with a confused expression for a moment, then walk back into the mall.

When we re-enter the mall, we immediately find the May's entrance. Right at the entrance, there is a display case full of grenades and smoke bombs. On the other side are pallets of banged up ammo cans on sale for $2 each. The nicer ones are $5 each and there are really big ones for $15. We walk in a little further and see display racks full of camouflage wear. This front part of the store is small, but there is an entryway at the back that leads into the larger part of the store.

There is a security checkpoint at a entryway leading to the rest of the store where we go through a TSA-like security screening .While being screened, the security officer asked me to lift my shirt to show the belt line. I lifted my shirt and they told me to turn around and walk over to a table. When I get to the table, the officer told me to turn around and he patted me down, starting at the cuffs of my pants. When he got to my butt, he spent a little extra time patting down that region. He stops and calls another officer over to check me. The second officer comes over and pats my butt for a bit, then says to the other officer, “This one should be checked thoroughly.” Before I know it, there are 4 security officers standing around me, staring at my butt. I turn around and say, “Did you find anything you like?” I give a naughty smile, then turn and walk away.

I catch up to my friends and we continue walking. The entrance that led into the rest of the store actually leads back into the mall again. However, this wing of the mall is in Canada, as there are ICE checkpoints all over the place. We walk down the wing for a bit, then find a store that doesn't have a regular open or glass storefront. Instead, it has a single steel door with a sign above it. The sign is in a foreign language, so I'm not sure what it is. I open the door and wake up.

DJ Log: June 23, 2011 – 9:00PM (USA Eastern)
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I am hanging out in a large house with a friend who is in a fight with his wife. He packs up a suitcase full of stuff, then turns around and looks at me. He passes a message to me telepathically to run as fast as I can into the corner room, wait for him, then slam the door shut and lock it. I do just that, then we run up a set of stairs and into a large attic area. We run all the way to the other end of the attic, then down another set of stairs into another level of the house. We run down a long hallway, then duck out through a side door that leads outside.

I follow him through the yard and around a corner to a road that has tall trees on both sides. We run for a little while and come upon a Jeep that is in a pull-off. When we get in the Jeep and the terrain suddenly changes into a video game like GTA3. He jumps in the driver's seat at first, but I tell him to get out and I am driving. As we're driving, he is giving me directions on where to drive. I get annoyed by this, then make a sudden turn and jump over an embankment. We are staring at the sky for a moment, then land in a shopping center parking lot. I ditch the guy in the parking lot, then continue to drive around.

I hit another jump and land inside a large building. There are many empty rooms which I can drive through. I drive even faster, as I find that I can pass right through the walls. I blast through the building, then end up on a long section of road. There is a sign at the end of the road that says EXIT. As I pass under the sign, I wake up.

(Note: There was much more action and many details lost in this one. My brain was emptying itself faster than I could type it into my dream journal. I'll take anything I can get, considering this is the first recall at all in the last 3 weeks.)

DJ Log: June 4, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving up a mountain on a narrow dirt road with Chris, a friend of mine. We pull into a dirt pull-off along the road to get out to stretch our legs for a bit. The area is heavily wooded and there are birds flying around through the trees. There are a couple of other cars parked on the upper side of the area. An abandoned bus is parked on the lower side of the area. Some of the windows have been broken out and one of the windows has a metal panel over it which has been shot full of holes. There are boards tacked to a tree in front of the bus which are also full of bullet holes.

I decide to walk over and check out bus a bit closer. It looks like most of the seats have been removed and the interior is full of random junk. The bus is covered in all kinds of paintings and has “Hippie Love Bus” painted across the front. As I walk around to the other side of the bus, I find the door. I push on the door to open it, then step inside. After taking a couple of steps inside, I can see that there are two people sleeping in the back. I don't want to disturb them, so I turn around and quietly walk out. I tell Chris about it, and he says, “Really?” He walks up and knocks on the window. A couple of hippies that were sleeping in there wake up and say, “WTF”. They are quite alarmed at first, but after waking up a bit, we all hang out and talk for a while.

After talking for a while, I look around and notice how much the surroundings have changed. The dirt pull-off is now a regular paved parking lot. The wooded area is now a field with a large farm house in the distance. There are only a few trees scattered around the fence lines of the field. There is a restaurant to the left that looks like a Denny's. I look at Chris and say, “How convenient. There is a restaurant at the end of the universe.” He says, “What can I say? Do you expect perfect continuity in this?” I look at him, puzzled for a moment, then start walking toward the restaurant.

Once inside, we sit down and order something from the menu. The waitress brings out a plate with a cold can of pork-n-beans sitting on it. I stare at it for a moment, then look to see that Chris has a can of corned beef hash sitting on his plate. I say, “Let's go and find something better than this to eat.” We leave the restaurant and walk back over by the bus. The hippies have started the bus and are preparing to leave. I notice that for some reason I am still carrying my plate from the restaurant, so I walk back toward the restaurant to get rid of the plate.

As I walk, I see a lady standing behind a small pickup truck, talking on the phone. Another truck is backing up in front of it and runs into it with the trailer hitch. While talking on the phone, she grabs the truck by the tailgate and pulls it away from the other truck. She says, “I don't want anyone hitting the Memory Mobile.” The guy in the other truck gets out and apologizes to her for bumping into her truck.

I turn around and look back to see that the bus driving away and Chris is standing there, looking at me with a confused look. I wake up and cuss myself for not becoming lucid.

DJ Log: May 30, 2011 – 8:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving into a shopping center parking lot to meet up with several friends. It is a large strip mall with a grocery store on the right side and several smaller stores on the left. A few friends are already parked in front of the grocery store and are standing around talking behind their cars. I drive through the parking lot and select a front row parking space a couple of rows away from the grocery store.

As I am preparing to back into a parking spot, this old guy in a Buick jumps into my parking spot. I stop and yell at the guy for stealing my spot. He just looks at me with a puzzled look and continues to back into my spot. I put my truck back into “drive” and floor the accelerator to do a power slide, turning around to face the guy. I use psychokinesis to push the car out of the way, then I pull into the parking spot. After parking, I decide that I don't like this spot anymore, so I back out and drive over by the grocery store where my friends are at.

I park in the end row near where my friends are parked at. We bullshit for a little while then start walking toward the store. As we near the store, I see a guy wearing a giant fro-wig. He looks a lot like this guy Moritz who does an awesome synth jam-out session on YouTube (LINK). As I'm watching, he takes the wig off and reveals medium-length blonde-streaked hair underneath. I think to myself, “Yay! The mystery of what's under the wig is now solved.”

We all walk into the store and I retrieve a shopping cart. I walk through the second set of automatic doors and wake up.

While making this DJ entry, I realized that I completed the basic task of the month a second time in the same month. Now, if only I could get the advanced task.

DJ Log: May 24, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around in a large laboratory with another DC, investigating a recent murder which occurred in this room. We are looking for any clues that may be left behind. There are police lights flashing outside and I can hear a dog barking in the background.

As we are searching, we walk near a domed part of the ceiling which has windows around the dome. There is blood dripping from the ceiling here. As we both stop walking and look upward, a body and some debris crashes through the ceiling and lands on the floor. I close my eyes for a brief moment, then I look back up and see that there is nothing wrong with the ceiling. The blood is now gone and there are lights where the windows were just a moment ago. I say to myself, “Why do these things keep changing? What kind of a fucked up dream is this?”

I immediately become lucid and take a much closer look at my surroundings, while trying to utilize any many senses as possible. The windows are back where they should be and there is a large hole in the ceiling. There is a body and a large safe in the midst of a pile of debris in front of me. I can smell rancid flesh beginning to fill the air around me. The lights are all making a buzzing sound and I can hear a lab refrigerator running in the distance. I can feel small particles of debris fall out of my hair when I shake my head. I look around a bit and decide that there is nothing I want to try tasting in here.

I look back at the safe and remember the basic task of the month. I stare at the safe and attempt to move it with my mind. Instead of moving the safe, I develop x-ray vision which allows me to see that there is a gun inside the safe. I look at it again, and after struggling for a moment, the safe elevates from the pile of debris. I lift the safe all the way up to the ceiling using psychokinesis and then smash it against the wall to break it open. The safe smashes apart and the gun slides across the floor. I look back at the other DC, who is standing there completely dumbfounded. He looks at me with a really strange look, then walks over and picks up the gun with an evidence bag.

I lose my lucidity and start to walk around the lab again. All of the details disappear from the room and the dream fades away rather quickly.

I wake up and spend a moment with my eyes shut, recalling as many details as possible. I grab my flashlight and journal, then write it all down. This is my first lucid since I quit smoking cigarettes. Yay!

DJ Log: May 23, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding a bicycle around the parking lot of our local shopping mall. The bicycle moves at will, as I do not have to pedal it at all. Another cyclist asks me, "What kind of bike is that? It looks like it works pretty good." I reply, "It's a piece of junk that I cobbled together from random junk. Have a nice day." I grab the handlebars and the bike takes off through the middle of the parking lot.

Quitting smoking was the worst thing I could have ever done to the dream world. I had zero-recall for about 2 months and have just recently been able to recall small fragments. I usually won't post a fragment to my online dream journal unless I can make at least 3 good sentences out of it. I've had a lot of fragments, at least 3-4 per night for the last few days. This one is the first in which I can recall some dialogue between a dream character and myself. Hopefully this is the beginning of the end of my lack-of-nicotine-induced dry spell.

DJ Log: May 14, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am Justin Bieber's chauffeur for the evening and I'm driving him around in a small hover car, stopping frequently so he can autograph posters and CDs.