non-lucid

DJ Log: March 19, 2011 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am shoveling snow from my driveway and the area just inside the door of my cargo trailer. It's dark and there is about 6 inches of snow on the ground, and about an inch on the road over a layer of ice. A couple of cars drive by very slowly with their flashers on. Suddenly, a motorcycle drives by very quickly then hits one of the cars, causing it to spin around and hit the other car. Another car and a van hit the brakes and slide down the road and end up crashing into the other cars. Shortly after, a pickup truck and another car slide into the wreckage.

I retrieve a flashlight from the trailer and run to the road to see if everyone is OK. Just then, a whole bunch of people are running down the hill, a lady yelling, “He just stole my motorcycle.” As they pass, the motorcycle restarts the engine and buzzes down the road. I join the chase and we are all taking huge leaping strides while we run. It only takes about 30 steps to cover about a mile (1.6Km) of road until we reach the bottom of the hill and watch the thief run into a building on the edge of town. Everyone stops and I hear someone yell, “You asshole! Don't go and start shit inside the BB&T bank.” I turn around and say, “I'm not afraid to just march into there and find this asshole.” then I run up and push my way through the revolving door. Most of the people follow me into what looks like a sleazy night club, not the bank which it looked like from the outside. We search around a bit, but the bike thief is nowhere to be seen. A random guy walks out into the hallway and asks us if we want to buy some Special K. I decline, then turn around and walk back out the door, being followed by a few others.

I walk back up the hill toward my house, listening to the people behind me mumbling about how we missed the thief. When I approach my driveway, the others behind me run as fast as they can past me and up the hill into my yard. After a brief moment, I hear a bit of commotion, then one of them yells, “I found him!” I retrieve a pistol from my side holster and start walking up the hill toward them.

The dream quickly fades and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 18, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am driving far out in an unfamiliar area, trying to figure out how to get where I'm going with a GPS unit. According to the GPS map, there is a large river between me and the place I want to be. The map is very unclear, as the small roads disappear once I zoom out far enough to see my destination. The automatic route calculator is not working at all. There are only two bridges across the river, but both bridges are far out of the way. My GPS tells me to take a small road ahead, which turns out to be a small one lane road, terminating at a farm house. I turn around and head back to the main road.

I ignore the GPS and continue to drive along the river bank, looking for a bridge or a shallow area I can drive across. After driving for a while, I stop at a yard sale at a mobile home. There is an older lady who has exotic homemade chocolates and candies for sale. I ask her if she knows how to get to (don't recall name) and she tells me she's not really sure how to get there. I ask her how to cross the river and she just gives me a confused look. As I am walking away, she calls me back over and gives me a couple bags of chocolates for my trip. I offer her some money, but she refuses to accept it. I thank her, then drive off.

DJ Log: Sometime in the last month...
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(Note: I was recording several dreams today into my DJ from my notebook and noticed that there was a page in the middle of the notebook that was curled up. I flipped to that page to find some scribbles about a dream. I have no idea what day it happened, but this notebook is only about a month old.)

I am at my work bench, disassembling and trying to repair an old pair of home stereo speakers. The foam surrounds are all rotten and I am trying to fix them with duct tape, but it's not working too well. They sound very crunchy when connected to the stereo.

I open a speaker web site on my laptop and order some replacement drivers. Once I enter my address and credit card information, I click the “Place Order” button at the bottom of the screen. Instantly, my doorbell rings a couple of times. I open the door to be greeted by a smiling UPS delivery driver who is handing me a couple of boxes and his signature tablet. I drop the boxes on the floor and sign the tablet.

I open the first box and it has a brand new woofer in it. I set the woofer on my bench then notice that there are several other speakers in the box. Dumping out the box reveals about a dozen speakers in various states of disrepair. Some of them have no cones at all, and others are full of holes. One of them has no magnet at all and is rusty. The second box is full of Styrofoam peanuts and nothing else.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – 5:45PM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing on a small dock by the ocean with a couple of friends, trying to untie a bundle of blue helium balloons that have lost most of their floating ability. After a bit of struggle, I free one balloon from the bundle. One of my friends grabs the bundle and tries to free one.

I toss the balloon off the edge of the dock, watching as it bobs along the surface of the water over the small waves. It slowly floats away from the dock, then catches a breeze and blows out to sea. A couple of large birds chase it and play around with it for a little while before one of the birds pops it, causing both birds to jump a bit. One of the birds grabs the deflated balloon in its beak and they both fly off.

While watching the birds fly away, I see a stripeless snow white tiger swimming toward the dock while staring straight at us. When it gets a little closer, it raised its head and makes an angry bobcat-like sound. I stand up and quickly walk off the dock toward the beach area in an attempt to lure the tiger to follow me instead of bothering my friends. It climbs out of the water and growls at me before running straight toward me.

I retrieve a pistol from my side and rapidly discharge 7 shots into its head which don't do much to the tiger other than take its eyes out. I fire 4 more shots into its head, causing it to slow down quite a bit. I turn to my friends and tell them to hurry up and get into the beach house.

As my friends and I make our way toward the beach house, the tiger staggers around but manages to follow us. I drop the empty clip from the pistol and load a new clip. As they walk toward the house, I walk around the other side of the tiger and fire a few more shots at it. The gun makes a lot of noise, but it doesn't seem to do much of anything to the tiger. My friends make it into the house and the tiger is now wandering around aimlessly in the driveway. As I walk to the door, the dream fades quickly and I wake up.

DJ Log: March 17, 2011 – ~5:30PM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: I came home from work a couple of hours earlier than usual, feeling like a migraine was coming on. I checked my email, then laid down for a late afternoon nap at about 4:45PM and had a couple of nice vivid non-lucids.)

I am laying on a sandy beach with a male friend, J, to my left and a female friend, R, to my right. J tries to boop me on my nose and misses. R reaches over me and tries to boop J, but he rolls over which causes her to miss. Her arm brushes my nose during her attempt. I partially sit up, then lean over and boop R on the nose with my nose. She boops me back with her finger, then I playfully bite her on the nose. She squirms around to get away and makes some really strange noises, then boops me again. I turn around and J is giving me a really strange look.

The dream suddenly fades. I wake up for a brief moment, laying perfectly still and quickly fall back asleep. This takes me into the next dream entitled; Shooting a white tiger.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 9:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding in a car with a female friend to an automatic car wash behind a gas station. There is a pay station in front of the bay door, but it has a sign on it that says, “Free Wash Today.” She drives into the car wash bay, but there is no washing equipment inside. It's just an empty garage space with only a single overhead light. She says, “I'm going inside to ask what's wrong with the car wash.” We drive out the other side and park, then go inside the gas station's convenience store.

The store is very crowded and noisy. There are quite a few people waiting in line to order food at the deli counter and there is a long line at the cashier. Some guy is arguing with the cashier about them putting too many pickles on his sandwich. He is picking the pickles off the sandwich and counting them out loud as he drops them on the counter. I roll my eyes and go back outside to see a whole line of clean wet cars coming out of the car wash, some of them still soapy. There is a tractor-trailer rig and a cement truck waiting in a long line to enter the wash bay. I couldn't help but think that they fixed the car wash and I should find my friend so we can wash the car.

When I turn around to go back into the store, there is a girl sitting at a small round table immediately outside the entry door. She is reading a book and does not respond when I ask her to move. I push at the table, but it won't move. I grab the door handle and pull really hard, scooting the table out of the way with the door.

Once inside, I walk to the back of the store and pick out a soda from the cooler, then walk over to a shelf and look at the small bags of chips and snacks. There is a bag a Hawaiian Onion potato chips with a $1.29 price tag and a small bag of popcorn right next to it with a price tag of $11.99. I pick up a bag of popcorn and look at it again to see that the price tag has disappeared. I pick up another bag and the price tag falls off onto the floor. I want to pick up the price tag, but find myself distracted by a couple of guys standing at the next aisle that are giving me a really strange look.

I wake up to see that I overslept a bit and am late to work.

DJ Log: March 16, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing with a huge crowd of people in the middle of a shopping mall. A guy is walking around with a clipboard, counting and registering us for some kind of a hide-and-seek game throughout the mall. I sign the sheet, then walk with several others into a Radio Shack store. I'm looking at the first glass display case and see that there is a micro-cassette recorder for $100, but right next to it is a digital voice recorder for only $15. I ask one of the sales associates why there is such a drastic price difference when I see one of those stupid shake weights sitting on the next display case. I immediately thought about the SNL skit of all the girls “jerking off” the shake weight, so I asked to see it. The salesman wouldn't let me have it, then he picks it up and hides it under the counter, saying, “No, you can't jerk it off! ...Pervert...”

Click image to see the SNL Shake Weight parody on YouTube.

A couple of us walk over to the round center island display where a salesman is handing out various electronic items to everyone. Suddenly, I see the shake weight again. I run to grab it, but the guy knocks it off the counter and hides it again. I say, “I don't need the stupid shake weight. I can do just fine without it.” I make the physical motion of having one in each hand, shaking them toward my face and sticking out my tongue like the last girl in the SNL parody video.

I woke up laughing, then wrote in my DJ.

DJ Log: March 15, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am stepping out of my truck after towing an old camper trailer into the farm lane. While walking around checking out the exterior, a cute guy with long orange hair quickly opens a window and jumps out, and then attacks me with his extra-long tongue. We chase each other around the trailer for a while then jump into a boat and frantically hug and kiss each other. We're locked into a hug and I say, “You're absolutely beautiful!” After making out for a moment, he tells me that he has been watching me online for quite a while, and how he only got a 50% on his last exam because he couldn't stop watching the latest YouTube video of me with my long hair.

DJ Log: March 15, 2011 – ~6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around outside an old wooden barn with a hose, washing mud and debris off the walls and windows. There are a bunch of kids running around, asking questions about the barn. A bird comes out of a hole at the top of the barn and is being chased by an animal that looks sort of like a combination between a red fox and a baby llama with wings.

DJ Log: March 15, 2011 – ~6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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A couple friends and I are checking out a mobile communications trailer that I just towed into the lane at a large farm. On one end of the trailer deck is a rack cabinet with some RF equipment including an old HP141T spectrum analyzer display unit with an 8555A RF section and 8552B IF section, and several other pieces of vintage equipment. On the other end is a large antenna of some sort which is mounted on a frame that can be raised and lowered by an actuator lever. I lower the antenna and then back the trailer into a barn so I can check it out closer. The test equipment is a bit weathered looking, but it all powers on and appears to function as the lights come on and the displays show information. I entered 350Hz and 440Hz into a 2-tone generator and the speaker emitted a dial tone.

DJ Log: March 15, 2011 – ~5:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am composing a musical piece in real-time on an interactive video drafting table by arranging various pieces of food on top of the table. The table is a large flat-screen TV with thin wooden slats arranged in an 8 by 16 matrix to hold the food in place. Pieces of fruit represent the vocal sections and different pieces of meat are the musical elements. Pork chops, hamburgers, and hot dogs make up the beat sequence and bacon is a bass line. To create unique bass lines, I bend and fold slices of bacon into various shapes, press them onto a hot skillet to make them hold their shape, and then place them on the table to create different synthesizer bass lines. Every piece I add changes or adds something to the musical loop. If I find that a piece of food does not create the desired sound, I eat it and select a new piece. There is a large folding table full of all kinds of food to use in making music. The music I am creating has a hard psy-trance beat and growly bass lines, accompanied by happy, childish vocal lines.

DJ Log: March 15, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in my old room in the basement of my parent's old house, looking at a fluorescent light that's barely working. There is one tube missing and the other is only glowing at the ends. I walk over to the wall where there are three light switches and flip the first switch. This changes none of the lights, but starts an electrical buzzing sound. I flip the second switch and a couple of flush-mount ceiling lights light very dimly for a moment, then go back out. The third switch makes a loud contactor relay click in the electrical panel, but no lights come on. I walk back to the fluorescent fixture and wiggle the tube around a bit, causing half of it to light up almost completely while the other half stays dark. I go back to the switches and there are at least 12 switches in a row. I stare at them for a moment then say, “Ain't that some shit...”, then become lucid. With both hands, I randomly flip the switches around for a while, but none of the lights work. I laugh a bit as I walk over to the first light, point at it and say, “Illuminate!” The light immediately turns on. I do this to each light and they all turn on. I walk out of the room and into the hallway looking for the light, but there is only a hole in the ceiling where the light once was. I walk into the bathroom and before I can say anything, the light springs to life and starts emitting light. I smile then look at the mirror.

The mirror is black at first, but then I can see that it leads outside through a long tunnel made out of metal HVAC duct. I climb up onto the sink and crawl into the tunnel which leads me into the yard just outside the house. When I turn around, the tunnel is gone but there is a strange looking bush next to the house. The branches and leaves are several shades of orange and red, almost resembling flames. There are several fruit on the bush that look like strawberries, but they are bright yellow in color. I remember the basic task of the month and reach for a fruit. As I reach, I hear a loud rumbling noise and wake up to the sound of a truck going down the road in front of my house with its Jake Brakes on. I can't help but to cuss out loud.

DJ Log: March 14, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sleeping over at a friend's place in their living room. It looks like we were playing a lot of video games, as there are several TVs and video game consoles all over the room. My friend and his girlfriend are laying on a bed roll on one side of the room and I am laying on my own bed roll with a female friend of ours on a separate bed just next to mine. They keep kissing and moving around, keeping the other friend and I awake. The friend and I are pointing at them, exchanging sexual hand gestures, and giving each other weird looks. At one point, she grabs her pillow and starts humping it briskly, I do the same. They start getting a bit more frisky, then get up and leave the room. Their friend looks at me and says, “I can't believe that they would just get up and go have sex like that.” Suddenly, she grabs my leg which is hanging out from under my covers and starts massaging my leg, working her way upward while giving me that 'come f*ck me' look. I quickly stand up from my bed and become lucid. I look at her and say, “You know we're just friends and it needs to stay that way! Why would you go and f*ck that up!” I say to myself, “Wake up...wake up...WAKE UP NOW!!!” I wake up disgusted and do a quick nose pinch RC.

I'm having some herbal tea and a glass of apple juice while I record this directly to the computer, then I'm going back to bed hoping that I'm not girl-raped again.

DJ Log: March 12, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am riding around with several friends in a large crew-cab truck with a load of butcher block boards in the bed. As we drive by a theater, one of my friends suggests that we stop and watch an interesting movie that's posted on the board. I recommend that we first stop by the garage and unload before going to the theater. I drive into an alley and back up beside the garage. I get out and start unloading the truck while everyone else just sits there dumbfounded. I stack the first armload of lumber by the garage, then look back at the truck. The front half of the truck is a Volkswagen Beetle and the rear half is a dully with a large stake body flat bed.

I wake up suddenly, perhaps from a combination of the shock from the odd appearance of the truck jolting me into lucidity and it being around my normal wakeup time.

DJ Log: March 12, 2011 – ~4:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am laying naked on my bed, trying to read a book with very small text. I rotate the book in several different directions, but the text is totally impossible to read. Just as I put the book down, a young guy with long blonde hair walks into my room and says, “It's time for your meltdown.” As I am look for my alarm clock which is not there, I reply, “Isn't it a bit early?” He says, “No, certainly not.” After giving me a strange look, he climbs up on the bed and says, “Roll over, then cross your arms under your chest and bring your hands up and out from under your shoulders.” As I do this, he lays down on my back and grabs both of my hands. His hair is hanging down past my face.

He slowly lifts my upper section slightly off the bed by my arms, holds me up for a few seconds, then lowers me slowly back onto the bed. I can feel his body get very warm as his aura combines with mine. He lifts me a second time and I begin to feel a warm and tingling sensation through my back and shoulders as I am being lowered back to the bed. When he lowers me the third time, the sensation becomes stronger and travels all the way down my legs. On the fourth lift, his legs melt down through me and become part of mine. When he lowers me, the rest of his body melts down and becomes part of mine. As we are merging, I can feel my internal organs shifting around to make room for an extra set. This is quite a strange feeling, but it doesn't hurt or anything.

Somehow, I come to my senses and become lucid. I roll off my bed and walk out of my room. As soon as I walk through the doorway, I lose my lucidity and the dream.

One of these fine days I will learn to take a moment and stabilize every time I become lucid. I'm certain that I was starting to aim for lucidity twice in the beginning of this dream; once when I couldn't read the text of the book, and a second time when I couldn't find my alarm clock. This is not the first time I have missed several clearly obvious dream signs, and it certainly won't be the last.

I don't recall waking up directly from this one. There were a couple of dreams after this one, but I don't have much recall of them. This is the one that stood out from the rest in my memory and I think I lost the others while recalling and writing this one.