non-lucid

DJ Log: May 9, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding around on a Boss Hoss trike, but it has steel cleated wheels like an antique tractor. It won't go anywhere on the road, but it hauls ass through fields and anywhere off-road.

DJ Log: May 8, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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Note: This one may be a little too juicy for the online DJ, so a once sentence summary shall be posted here...

The most awesome non-lucid dream sex ever, then awakening during the 'grand finale'.

DJ Log: May 8, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am working in some kind of top secret facility, assigning crypto keys to each person as they walk through. Each person walks up to the desk and swipes their CAC card. Once the card is read, checked, and approved, a crypto key is written to a memory card which I hand to them.

DJ Log: May 2, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am playing a pinball game called Super Mario Brothers Pinball. The balls drop from the top and bounce down through to the bottom. There are a couple of canons that shoot the ball back out once it goes into a side pocket, or drops off the bottom of the game. I can't seem to find the flippers, but they are not needed as there are enough things that bounce the balls around on their own.

After playing for a while, the game starts to malfunction and get into endless loops of bouncing the ball from a canon back into one of the side pockets. Sometimes, all 4 of the balls fall out at once and get stuck bouncing in various directions. The balls make the Super Mario Brothers “jump” sound whenever they hit something.

The TV that the game is on turns into a car, and the game gets into an endless loop where the ball drops from the start tube, hits the first canon, then launches back into the start tube and completely out of the game. The balls launch out of the car and start bouncing around the city. I fly away from the car and get into another car so I can watch from a distance.

I pull over into a parking lot and watch as the car stops in the middle of the road and backs slightly to align the flying balls so they bounce around between the other cars and some of the buildings. After a while, the power suddenly goes out in the city and everything goes dark. A few more balls launch out, then the lights and power in the car start to go out.

The power comes back on and the car starts to drive away. A DC sees that the game system is left lying in the middle of the road, so he grabs it and starts running after the car. I drive up and grab the game system from him and start chasing the car, but I lost track of it. The DC points and says the car pulled into a convenience store parking lot. I missed the entrance, so I pull into the next parking lot at a gas station. I get out and start running toward the game car, but I wake up before arriving.

I hope my dry spell is over. I quit smoking cigarettes about a month and a half ago and have had terrible recall during this time. I had two good fragments earlier in the night while I was sleeping on a friend's couch, then this one happened when I came home and went back to bed for a couple of hours before getting up for work.

DJ Log: May 2, 2011 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I find myself standing at a city intersection when a huge off-road dump truck drives through with flashing lights on it.

I awaken to the garbage truck with flashing lights sitting in front of the house, compressing the load of garbage.

DJ Log: May 2, 2011 – 4:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am trying to drive an old 1984-85 Toyota 4Runner, but the manual transmission is producing unpredictable results. Every time I select a gear and release the clutch, the vehicle goes in a different direction. Most of the time it goes backwards, but sometimes it goes sideways or forward. After stopping at stop sign, I become frustrated with the transmission's inability to drive forward so I get out and walk.

DJ Log: April 30, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am watching a DC photographing a family posing in front of a muslin backdrop. They are all sitting on an upside-down boat and the backdrop is a generic farm scene. They say “cheese” every time the flash goes off, but the photographer is not happy with the picture, so they keep taking another. While passing by, I notice that the camera has a large fisheye lens on it. I say to the photographer, “Ooh, you're using THAT lens?” I walk off as the photographer looks at me like I have two heads.

DJ Log: April 23, 2011 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around in a large old house, looking into all of the rooms as I walk by. In every room, there are people in the process of taking some kind of drug-like substances. I walk up the stairs and in every room upstairs, there are groups of two or more people having sex.

Wish I could recall more, but I found my journal after being awake for 3 hours and this is all it said, old house/(illegible text)/doing drugs in rooms/lots of sex upstairs/(illegible text)

DJ Log: April 3, 2011 – 5:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I scribbled this one down early this morning, but didn't notice it until I was getting into bed just a moment ago. Hopefully this is the end of my dry spell.

I am driving into the parking lot of my old high school, as I was hired for some sort of a sound gig. It is snowing like crazy and there is well over a foot of snow on the ground. I'm towing my equipment trailer behind my straight-piped diesel battle tank. As I drive from the parking lot to the side door by the auditorium, my tires start spinning in the snow. Aggravated by this, I put my truck in 4x4, set my rev-lock at 2500 rpm, and let the spinning tires dig a pathway the rest of the way to the building. The engine is roaring strong and the turbo sounds like a jet engine preparing for takeoff. As I bog through the snow, diesel soot pours from my exhaust pipe and blackens the snow along my freshly carved ruts.

There's a huge recall gap here, including unloading and connecting all of the equipment. Could just be a gap in recall or perhaps a dream exit and re-entry.

Everyone is getting the auditorium ready for some kind of a show. There is a DJ Setting up his equipment on a table on the left side, and I am finishing the last connections to my mixer on the right side of the room. In the rear, there is a lady setting up a projector and a DVD player. She asks me for an audio cable to connect to the DVD player, which I don't have one that's long enough. I ask her for a long microphone cable so I can extend the DVD Audio cable. She brings me a messy, knotted cable which I untangle then cut the ends off. I spliced the microphone cable together with the DVD cable and connected it to my mixer.

After a bit, the doors opened and quite a many people walked in and sat down in the chairs. The DJ started playing Cheap Trick – All I Really Want to Do. Immediately, the DJ was bombarded by people telling him to turn it off and play Justin Bieber. After a couple minutes of Bieber, I decided that I had had enough of this and I wanted to go sit in my truck and listen to some psy-trance instead. I walked toward the exit door and as soon as I opened the door, I woke up.

DJ Log: March 29, 2011 – 6:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding in large box truck with a few friends, talking about this bluegrass festival we're heading to. It is raining lightly and the windshield wipers are not working too well, as they skip over many areas of the glass. We are driving down a busy highway, commenting on how many idiots are on the road. Traffic is already slow, but there are still people driving slower than the rest in the left lane. Some people are passing on the shoulder to get around the slow drivers and are honking their horns and flipping the bird at them. As we drive up to the top of a mountain, there's a broken down SUV sitting in the left lane with no blinkers on. After passing this mess, the traffic picks up speed again and we cruise along for a while, talking about random bullshit.

Once we arrive at the festival grounds, we back the box truck up a hill near the stage and get ready to unload their band equipment into the back stage area. I help them unload the equipment, then they help me unload my car from the back of the truck. It's a very small convertible that four of us are able to lift and carry out of the truck. After getting it out, I put the top back on because it's still raining lightly. While pulling the top out of the trunk, I find that I have a Smith & Wesson 44 magnum revolver in there. Realizing that I forgot it was in there, I check to make sure it's unloaded then stuff it under the seat. I park the car in the back stage area then walk around a bit and check out the festival grounds.

While walking around from the back stage area, I can see that there is a steady stream of cars and trucks driving in. Several people have parked and are setting up tents and camper trailers while others are driving around looking for a good spot to park in. I take a couple of pictures with my phone then walk over to the stage area. The first band is getting set up to play, tuning up their guitars and banjos. I introduce myself to the bass player and he tells me to come back in about an hour because they're playing a couple of new songs for the first time here. As I walk around checking things out, I find the barbecue pit. Next to the food area, there are several kegs of beer with a donation box and cups on a small table. A small group of people are already tapping the first keg before the music even starts. I decide that I'm not yet ready for a beer, so I keep walking around and see if I can find anybody that I know.

I walk toward the main camping area and find a friend of mine setting up a vending area. I almost walk past him without noticing, but he yells out at me just before I pass. I walk up and we shake hands, then he introduces me to a friend of his. He then asks me about this guy I used to work with who I didn't get along with at all. I tell him that I don't want to talk about that because I'm here to enjoy myself. He gives me a strange look, then shows me some of the items that he's selling. He has some vintage leather messenger bags and brief cases for sale, as well as several wood-framed photos of old western style country scenes. I tell him that I might be interested in one of the messenger bags, but only if he has any left after the festival is over. As we chat for a bit, I help him set up a canopy and a couple of folding tables.

The rain stops and the sun begins to peek out between the clouds. I continue to walk around and come upon a small pond where several people are hanging out. I walk up to the edge, sit down on a rock, and talk to some random people. There's a drunk guy stumbling around the edge who is almost falling into the water. His hat falls off into the water and he wades in after it, then falls over and gets soaked. Several people are laughing at him as he puts his hat back on, only to find it's full of water which washes down his head and soaks him even more. He cusses a bit then walks off. I stare out across the pond for a few moments, then everything fades out and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 26, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing outside a large building, talking with a couple of friends. One is a male with dark hair and a stocky build, and the other is female with dark hair and a thin build. After discussing what to do for the evening, we decide to go to their house for a movie night. When I get in my truck, I find that the battery is dead in my truck and it won't start. The other two ask if I want to ride with them. I get in the back seat of their convertible with the female and the guy gets in the driver seat. The front right seat is missing and there is no roof, doors, or trunk. The car is just a floor pan with seats and driver controls. As we drive off, it is very noisy and windy. I ask the guy, “Can we stop by my house so I can grab a jacket?” He replies, “Sure, is it along the way?” I reply, “Yes. It's right on that first mountain we're about to drive over.”

On one of the back roads to my house, there is a box truck and a tractor blocking the road. We start to pass them on the left side and I say to the driver, “Watch out for these assholes. They will act like they don't see you, then they will run into you and not care.” The driver says, “Yeah, whatever. I've seen my share of people who don't know how to use the gas pedal. I'm gonna pass these fuckers like it's nothing.” As soon as he tries to pass, the guy in the box truck swerves to the left and almost hits the car. We stop and watch as the truck takes a while to turn around and back into an area next to a barn. The driver exchanges a hard look with the guy in the truck, then glares at the guy on the tractor as the tractor stops in the middle of the road. The guy on the tractor glares back, then gets off the tractor and walks up to the car. He says, “I saw you giving me a hard look back there, but I've decided to let it go.” I say to the driver, “Don't start anything with him. Let's just go. We're running a bit late.”

We stop by my house so I can grab a jacket. When we arrive, we walk across the yard and under a low-hanging tree with purple flowers on it. While walking up the sidewalk, we are greeted by a guy standing at my door with short blonde hair and a thin build. As I was opening my door, this guy is rambling on about choosing which amplifier to use. I say, “I don't care.” then walk in the house. I pick up my jacket and turn around to blackness, then wake up.

DJ Log: March 24, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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...and out of the midst of a dry spell, this strange one comes along...

I am watching a show on TV about people racing parts of cars down a track. Some of them are rolling tires down the track and some are attaching bottle rockets to various car parts to propel them down the track. One guy is sitting on the rear axle of a truck and is pushing himself down the track with a pair of ski poles.

DJ Log: March 22, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I'm not certain why, but my recall is horrible this morning.

I am at a large warehouse, helping a few others carry boxes from the back of a truck into a loading dock. A friend of mine is arguing with me about which box is the heaviest. Every box I lift is heavier, and I say, “This box is the heaviest.” each time I lift a box. Eventually, the boxes get so heavy that I can't lift them at all, so I slide them out of the truck and tumble them across the dock leveling plate.

DJ Log: March 20, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: During WBTB I was a bit hungry, so I drank a full glass of apple juice and are a PBJ sandwich. I always thought the claimed effect of these was placebo, but this may change my mind. It was extremely vivid and detailed, although I lost most of the fine details during recall and logging. ...If only I could connect a DVR to my mental image sensor...)

I am walking through the main lobby of a huge apartment building, looking for my new apartment. The main lobby is open all of the way to the fourth floor and there are large chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. As I walk down the hallway, I see that there are numbers on the doors, but they are constantly changing. I walk up a large set of stairs to the second level and walk down the hall, looking at the numbers on the doors. One side of the hall has paintings between the doors and the other side is open into the main lobby area. At the end of the hallway is a common area with a couple of chairs and a fireplace. I go up another set if stairs and arrive on the third floor. It also has a common area, but there is no fire in the fireplace. I walk down the hall, looking for my apartment.

After quite a bit of searching, I find my apartment. It has a huge main room with several smaller rooms that each have a fancy wooden door. The top half of the walls are green and the lower half is a medium wood paneling with a chair rail separating the top and bottom halves. The kitchen is very industrial looking as it is mostly stainless steel. There is a fireplace off to the side in an attached dining area. A set of double stained glass doors leads onto a large balcony that overlooks the main lobby. There is a small stairway off to the side of the balcony that leads up to the fourth floor, but the door at the top of the stairs is locked. I look through the window on the door and see that it leads into another large apartment. I turn around and go back down to my balcony.

As I come back in from the balcony, I run into a friendly middle-aged black lady that walked in from the apartment next door. She tells me that she is the apartment guide and would like to show me around the new place. She walks me all around the apartment, then shows me where the laundry room is. All of the rooms are empty except the laundry room, which has a washer and dryer in it. She sees that I don't have any furniture yet and offers me her futon to sleep for the first night. I accept her offer and follow her back to her place. I take off my shoes and sit down on her futon. She walks away for a moment, then returns with a glass of water. When I lay down, I close my eyes and transition into a different dream scene.

I an the main character in a first-person shooter game looks a lot like the classic Doom game. My health and stats are in my field of vision. I say to myself, “Wow, I'm in a video game!” I quickly become lucid and summon a keyboard so I can enter some cheat codes. I hear some shots being fired in the distance, so I enter IDKFA and my weapons repository fills up. I enter IDDQD and I feel a tingling sensation throughout my body as my health meter flashes, then expands to about three times the normal size. I select the grenade launcher and walk into the next room. There are a three characters in the room that look like the creatures from Aliens who immediately turn and start walking toward me. I fire the grenade launcher and blow one of them to pieces. I shoot the other two then run to the door on the other side of the room. I push on the door with my hand, but nothing happens. I tap the space bar on the keyboard and the door opens into another room.

This room looks like an IT closet. There are racks of servers and networking equipment all over it. I put away the grenade launcher and type something on the keyboard which morphs me into a small fly. I fly around in the room for a moment, then find a hole in the ceiling. I fly around above the ceiling tiles until I find another hole that leads me into another room. This room is very small on one side and there are cable management trays going through it. The other side of the room is about normal height and has some metal shelves against the wall. There is a fluorescent light on the ceiling that is flickering badly. I fly around the corner into another room that has a couple of empty metal shelves along one wall.

Suddenly, the door opens and a long blonde haired woman walks in. She looks straight at me and starts talking about something. Her words come out as total nonsense and I can't make out any words she is saying. Thinking it is a foreign language that I can't understand, I decide to keep exploring. I fly up into the ceiling and start looking around for another hole to fly into. Suddenly, I false-awaken back to the futon in the original dream.

I stand up from the futon and notice that I am wearing some kind of martial arts uniform. It's a thick, dark material and is formed like a sleeveless cape. It has some graphics on the front that looks like a couple of sword fighters. I look around for a bit, then reach up to rub my eyes and see that I have only 3 fingers on my right hand. This irritates me a bit, so I put my hands in my pockets, pull them out and look at them again. Now they have 4 fingers and a thumb each. I nearly lost my lucidity, but I pinch my nose and can still breathe through it, reaffirming my lucidity.

I walk out of the room into a large social area. There are several others wearing the same uniforms and they all look at me strange as I walk through to get to the bar at the other end of the room. A couple of them are practicing fighting with rubber knives. They both lunge at my throat with the rubber knives as I walk by. I extend both arms with my hands pointed upward and use telekinesis to shove them into the opposing walls as I walk between them. They both fall to the floor and quickly dissolve.

I arrive at the bar and ask the bartender for the House Special. As he mixes my drink, I look at the ceiling and see that all of the lights are off. I can barely see anything, except that there is a light switch on the bar. I flip the switch and nothing happens, so I look back at the lights and say, “Lights Now!” and a couple of the lights turn on very dimly. I repeat a couple of times and about half of the lights reach full brightness. The bartender comes back and hands me a very unusual looking drink. It's a slightly green margarita that's in a large fish bowl shaped stem glass and it has some dry ice in it. There is heavy steam bubbling out of the drink that is rolling down the glass and across the bar. I take a sip and it tastes like a green Jolly Rancher. I blow into the steam and see that there is a strawberry on a stick in the middle of the drink. I smile and remember the basic task of the month, then grab the stick and eat the strawberry. It tastes like chocolate and has a very gritty consistency. Once I swallow it, I set the stick down and look around the bar.

I look to my right and there is a younger guy who is becoming partially transparent and is looking around very nervously. A girl standing nearby tells him that he is destabilizing and he must spin if he wants to stay in the dream. He drops to the floor on his left hand and starts to push himself around in a circle with his feet, sort of like he's break dancing. After a moment, he fades back to normal and stands up again. He rubs his hands together for a bit then walks off with a smile on his face.

I finish my drink and walk back to my apartment. It appears that my furniture has showed up, but it is still in boxes and plastic overwrap. I walk back to the apartment where I slept at and look for my shoes. I find them, but the laces are untied. I try to tie them, but there are like 5 loops and at least 7 lace ends. I spend a while trying to untangle them, but the dream suddenly fades and I wake up.

When I wake up, I think to myself: What a perfect way to waste a really good lucid dream... ...tying my damn shoes...

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 7:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am on a open shuttle bus, riding from a huge parking lot into a large water park. There are several other people on the bus that are all dressed in bathing suits, spandex shorts, or bikinis. I am wearing blue jean shorts, a black cutoff t-shirt, and no shoes. The bus stops and unloads us all in front of the ticket booth at the main gate. I hand the cashier some money and she hands me a ticket. I turn around and pass through the turnstiles, handing a guy my ticket in exchange for an arm band.

I follow a large group of people through the park, looking at all the water rides and commenting on how boring most of them look. The group splits and I walk with several others into a large stadium-like area that overviews the ocean. The setting is night and there is a storm out at sea, creating some nice big waves. The stadium is built from heavy steel and has concrete floors and seats. All of the seats appear to be uncomfortable, as they have steel pipes for back and arm rests. I climb all the way to the top row and select one of the highest seating areas in order to gain the best view possible. There are a couple of rows behind me, but they are a bit lower than the top row. A guy and a lady with medium-length red hair sit directly in front of me. The lady quickly starts to flirt with me, but I pay no attention to her. She grabs my hand and stares at me with a seductive look. I withdrawal my hand and continue to ignore her. The lady continues to flirt with me until her man catches onto what's going on and they move. He looks at me with a strange look as they walk away.

The storm approaches and the waves begin to get really large and crash into the stadium, causing it to move and make creaking sounds. About half of the people leave and the remainder find good spots to hold on and enjoy the ride. Suddenly, I feel someone messing around with my back pocket area, so I reach back and push my wallet deeper into my pocket. I can hear a guy say, “Damn, I almost had it” as he quickly walks away. I momentarily pull out my wallet to make sure it's still there, then shift around a bit and lay down sideways in a manner that my wallet pocket is pressed against one of the metal pipes so nobody can get to it. My legs are now hanging slightly off the rear of top row and into the lower row behind me.

After a few more waves, I can feel someone playing with my bare feet. I look to see a younger guy and girl, both playing with my feet and toes and massaging my legs. I think that this is a bit strange, but it feels really good so I don't stop them from doing it. I look forward to see a guy with short blonde hair and a ball cap who just sat in the row in front of me. He leans back and looks at me with a rather playful look. I ignore him and continue to watch the waves coming in. A really large wave crashes into the stadium, causing it to move around quite a bit. A bit of water splashes the top row and pushes the guy up over the bar and almost into my lap. The girl and guy behind me grab onto my legs and hold on tight when the wave hits, then they start to paint and draw on my legs. I feel a third person now playing with my feet while the other two work on my legs. I push the guy off me and he sits back down in the seat in front of me. I start to wonder I am sitting in the 'fuck with me' seat or something.

As I watch the waves crashing into the stadium, a surfer crashes into the stadium with one of the waves. After the wave recedes, he stands up and appears to be a bit dazed. A couple of security personnel quickly run in and grab him, saying, “You don't belong in here!” and “You don't have a wrist band.” while carrying him away.

After a few more waves, I feel the need to use the restroom, so I get up and climb down toward the front of the seating area so I can make my way over to the stalls. The blonde guy follows me along with the other three that were behind me. I stop and sit down against the wall to brace for another big wave and the three people from behind me grab the rails also. The blonde guy keeps walking toward the restrooms. I look down and see that they had painted both of my legs with very colorful, full tribal tattoo designs. I look at them and say, “That looks awesome! Thanks!” They tell me that they will paint the rest of my body if I want them to. I agree that that would be cool and tell them to stay there and I will be back in a moment. After the wave hits, I get back up and walk into the first restroom stall. The stall is very small and has a small urinal on the ground, directly below the sink. There is a side door inside the stall, labeled Employees Only. As I start to urinate, a lady comes out of the side door with a broom, says, “Excuse me.” then leaves the stall. I finish my “duties” then wash my hands in the sink. When I exit the stall, the blonde guy is sitting at the edge of the steps that lead up to the stall area. As I walk by, he grabs my arm and says, “Come down here.” I sit down beside him and he asks if I have a lighter. I ask, “Why?” and he says, “I've got a doobie and it's the good stuff.” I say, “We can't smoke that right here, there are employees all around here. We should go back to the stadium and hide on the top row.” He keeps insisting on smoking it there but I refuse, then get up and walk away.

The dream quickly fades and I wake up, feeling a moderate need to urinate. As usual, the feeling propagated into the dream and incorporated itself into the story line quite well.