non-lucid

DJ Log: March 11, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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As I stand on a river bank, a gorilla carries a panda bear out into the river and sets it down in the water. The gorilla then plays with a couple of kinds that are playing in the water. I walk down from the river bank and climb out onto the rocks where several people are hanging out. A guy hands me a bowl and a lighter, but there is nothing in it. I hand it back and tell him that it needs a refill. He looks at me like I'm crazy and says, “Of course it's full. You can see the whole universe in there.” I shake my head and walk away from him. There are a couple of kids playing with a tarantula on one of the rocks. I finally stop and look at my hands, then become lucid. I look back at the water to see that a huge wave is coming up the river. Suddenly, I wake up.

DJ Log: March 11, 2011 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around in my new house, checking to make sure the movers put everything where it's supposed to be. The smell of new carpet and fresh paint is in the air. As I walk by the sliding door, I see that I have a really nice ocean front view from my deck. I slide the door open and watch the water for a while. There is a storm off in the distance, causing some nice heavy waves to come crashing in. As I'm watching, a part from a pier washes by in one of the waves. I look down to see that the waves are going right under my deck, then look further down to see that my house is floating in the air and the waves are going right under it.

DJ Log: March 8, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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There was quite a many shopping mall parts before this, but my recall wasn't too good this morning.

I am walking through a shopping mall, then into in a goth-industrial clothing store. I pick out a really fuzzy black and red striped hat, then walk toward the rear of the store, dropping the hat off at the cash register on the way by, There is a rack of discounted t-shirts that looks really interesting, so I flip through them for a bit. None of them really interest me, so I walk back toward the front of the store to dig through a rack of fishnet shirts. There is a black and red striped fishnet shirt that looks like it would match the hat. It has a sale tag on it, but the tag only has a bar code and a bunch of random numbers on it. While I am looking at it, three guys walk by me and into a darkened side room just off the front of the store. One of the guys grabs me by the arm and pulls me into the room with them. One of the guys pulls out a bowl and packs it up with some really smelly weed. They each take a hit, then pass it to me without a lighter. I reach in my pocket for a lighter, then wake up. When I got out of bed, the first words in my mind were, “Never pass a dream bowl to someone without a lighter.”

DJ Log: March 6, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: There were a couple of previous dreams, but I have no recall of them. This one is exceptionally clear and vivid, but my recall is suffering this morning.)

I woke up (FA) to it raining really hard outside. I get up and look out the window to see flood water running down the ditch and quite a bit of water running down my driveway. There is mud and large rocks washing down the hill, across my driveway and into the road. Several cars are trying to drive by between the rocks, but some of them are getting washed away. My truck is not in my driveway. It has washed up the hill and is sitting in the ditch up from my driveway. There are a couple of county maintenance vehicles also sitting there. I can see some bright blue flashes of light from the fallen power lines shorting out.

When I woke up, it was actually raining really hard. I'm certain that the sound of the rain on the porch roof outside my bedroom window interrupted the previous dream and brought this one on. I'm certain that I was 2 seconds away from lucidity here. I was just starting to notice that my truck got moved uphill in the flood waters, but woke up too soon.

DJ Log: March 4, 2011 – 5:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at some kind of party at a farm house. There are several of my friends there, and a lot of people that I don't know. My 4-wheeler ran out of gas, so I pick up a couple of gas cans and ride a bicycle into town to the gas station.

DJ Log: March 3, 2011 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am in my kitchen, making a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. As I'm spreading the peanut butter on the bread, I notice that the bread is moldy. I pick up the whole loaf and it is covered with a strange mold that looks like blue and green barnacles.

DJ Log: March 3, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking around in an old musty smelling warehouse, looking through some piles of random junk. There is a steel stairway that leads me to a mezzanine with several tables full of random electrical stuff. There are motors, relay boxes, and piles of wiring all over the place. I hear some noises from below and look down through the floor grating to see a DC driving by on a tow motor that's pulling a couple of flatbed trailers behind it.

For some reason, I feel like someone is watching me from a distance and I want to try to get away from whoever it is. I climb up onto the upper I-beams from the mezzanine and walk across to another mezzanine on the other side of the warehouse. As I walk by the lights, they buzz for a moment and then turn on. I reach up to grab onto a different beam, and see that my fingers are unusually long. Becoming lucid, I do a quick nose pinch and it fails. I take a quick moment to stabilize by looking at the ground, and trying to smell the musty air. I lick some of the dust off the I-beam and it tastes like butterscotch pudding. I see some flashing lights through a huge roll-up door on the other end of the warehouse. I decide to jump off the beam and fly through the door to find out what's in the next warehouse. When I arrive, there is an enormous underground rave going on with a huge crowd of ravers dancing.

I land in the middle of the crowd and start dancing my ass off. A random DC walks up to me, holding a large bag of glowing pills and asks me if I want one. I decline, but reach into my pocket and pull out my own bag of pills. I eat a handful of pills, then walk up to the DJ on the stage. He is playing 5 records all at once and also cooking some chicken on a BBQ grill. I told him that his music sucks and he should play some bluegrass. He turns around and pushes me off the stage. I wake up, guessing that I shouldn't have been such an asshole. LOL...

DJ Log: February 2, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am at a sleepover with a few friends. We're watching cartoons and one of them is playing Nintendo. We're all sitting/laying on a bed that's as wide as 3 king size beds all put together with many pillows along the wall. My friend's mom comes in the room and turns off the cartoons, saying “Don't watch TV, that will make your brain go to mush.” I grabbed the remote control and repeatedly pressed the power button, but the TV never came back on.

DJ Log: February 28, 2011 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am sitting inside a large electrical junction box, connecting some wiring together. Noticing that the box is moving around slightly, I stand up to see that the box I am sitting in is floating in the middle of the ocean. I look at my hands and count 7 fingers in my right hand and 4 on my left. This leaves me with no choice but to become lucid. I can see that there is another large junction box not too far away. I climb down into the conduit and crawl to the other junction box, thinking that there should be a boat right next to the box when I arrive.

I climb out and there is a medium sized fishing boat tied off to the box. I climb aboard and try to figure out how to start the engine. The dashboard looks much like a jet aircraft, as there are entirely too many buttons, switches and pilot lights for me to figure out. I close my eyes and press a random button and the engine starts. I look back at the dashboard, and there is only one button in the middle under the steering wheel. There is a shifter lever on the steering wheel, much like an automobile with automatic transmission, so I put it in “D” and press the gas pedal. The boat accelerates rapidly and I try to make my way to the nearest land.

My alarm clock goes off and I wake up, cussing the clock. I think I will set it 10 minutes ahead of where it's currently set.

DJ Log: February 26, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing at the shore of a small lake with several people, some younger and some older. The morning sun is shining through the valley, illuminating a large section right in the middle of the lake. A heavy mist is lingering at the edges of the lake that are not yet receiving direct sunlight. The air is a bit cool, but the sun is quite warm. There are birds swooping down and picking up small bugs that are flying just above the water. At the opposite end of the lake, there is a another group of people swimming around.

I pick up a large bag full of pool floaties and begin to inflate them with an air compressor that's conveniently sitting near the edge of the water. (Note: Why this didn't seem strange enough to make me question reality, I will never know...) The kids all jump in first and grab the floaties, then float off to the middle of the lake. I continue to inflate and throw floaties to the kids. Some of them look like small air mattresses and some of them are giant rubber duckies. The last floatie had a large hole in it and won't hold air, so I drop it on the ground. I pick up a couple floating chairs, unfold them and set them on the water. Thinking that I am ready to get in the water, I walk over to a picnic table so I have somewhere dry to lay my clothes.

I pull my shirt off and look back at the water. I am a bit concerned that there are sharp rocks or other things in the water that I don't want to step on, so I decide to leave my shoes on. I already have my swimming shorts on under my pants, so I remove my belt and take my pants pants off, noticing that there is a two-way radio clipped on my pants. I walk toward the water and think for a second, “It's February! It's way too cold to swim! Wait a minute, how did I take my pants off with my shoes on?” I become lucid, then turn around and start walking back to the picnic table where I left my clothes.

I wake up and RC a couple times, thinking at least I was lucid for 5 seconds. I should have tried to stabilize, but then again it's 9:30AM and I usually never sleep this late.

DJ Log: February 26, 2011 – 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down the sidewalk of a large strip mall, gazing in the windows of some stores. All of the stores have Lucid or Dreaming in their names. Some of the names include: Lucid Books; Kitchen Dreams; Lucid Cigars; Lucid Beer, Wine, and Dreams; $1 Dream Store.

I woke up and cussed myself for not noticing all these signs.

DJ Log: February 20, 2011 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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(Note: Before bed, I ate a peanut butter, strawberry, and banana sandwich with a full glass of apple juice)

I am walking through a user car lot with a female DC. She points at a couple of cars along the way, but I tell her to keep looking because the one she pointed at was not a very reliable car. I look up and see a couple of cars flying overhead. I become lucid and reinforce it with a nose pinch that fails. I look back at the DC and see that she has partially morphed into a theater popcorn machine. I reach into the machine and grab a bag of popcorn, then shake my head and continue walking.

Unfortunately, this is all that I can recall at 10:00AM. I failed to write anything in my log book or record anything on my tape recorder.

DJ Log: February 19, 2011 – 8:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am standing in a poorly-lit parking lot of a strip mall, chugging a thick, bitter bottled drink of some kind. I throw the empty bottle on the ground and reach into the bag to grab another. Just as I open the second bottle, a young female DC who is walking by picks up the empty bottle and hands it back to me, saying, “Don't litter here. It's not cool, dude.” She walks away, cussing me under her breath. I look at the bottle closely and notice that the drink is called ESCAPE and right under the title it says The Ultimate Lucid Induction Drink. I throw the empty bottle on the ground again continue to chug the second bottle.

When I woke up, I was a bit mad at myself for not noticing that one. Wouldn't it be nice if there was such a drink?

DJ Log: February 19, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
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#1 Busted!
I am sitting on the top of a bunk bed with a younger DC, watching cartoons on TV. We are taking hits from a pipe and blowing the smoke out the window. Suddenly, the door opens and our parents walk in. I quickly hide the pipe and lighter under the pillow, but it's too late. We're busted!

#2 A long hallway.
I am walking toward a door at the end of a long hallway with no doors or windows on the sides. I can hear several people talking and laughing at the end of the hall. I arrive at the door, open it and walk in the room. There are several older people sitting around cracking corny jokes to each other. I am very disinterested, so I turn around and leave the room through the same door. There is no hallway this time, just another room with tables full of random junk. I walk over to one of the tables and see several rack-mount audio effects processors, some of which are partially disassembled.

DJ Log: February 8, 2011 – Morning, 4:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am in the basement of a house with a couple of DCs, looking at several boxes of shoes and boots. There is a pair of boots on a shelf that look large enough to fit me, so I pick them up and want to try them on. I untie the laces and loosen them up a little bit before trying to pull the boots on over my shoes. I pull and pull on them, but they will not fit over my shoes. I loosen the laces a little more and they slip right on over my shoes. A DC asks, “Didn't you take your shows off first?”, to which I reply, “Nope.” I look in one of the boxes and it is full of fuzzy toe socks of all sizes.