...from the dark corners of my mind...

DJ Log: September 21, 2010 – Morning, 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

(Note: I recall several dreams this morning but I don't think there was a re-entry, as they all seem quite different. This is the first time I have recalled more than one dream at a time. I took a 100mg 5-HTP before going to bed. During WBTB, I took a 200mg L-Theanine, 4mg Galantamine w/ 200mg Choline, and a full glass of apple juice. This is my first experiment with dream supplements. I don't remember being lucid during any of them, but I remember that they were very vivid and highly detailed. During recall, I was unable to recall many specific fine details.)

Flying (#1)
(Note: I only remember a small fragment of this one.)

I jump from the top of a parking garage and cannot fly at first. I attain flight just before hitting the ground. It is as dark as midnight outside.

Air mattress w/horny DC (#2)
I am in an empty box truck or trailer, laying on an air mattress on the floor. I am horny as hell and am staring at a DC who is also laying on an air mattress. After a while, he turns around and stares back at me. We exchange winks and flirts for a bit, then he gets up and walks away for a brief moment. He returns and I get up and go lay in his lap.

Antiques / flea market (#3)
I am riding in a truck through a city, in search of an antiques store. A DC is driving and I am giving directions. Somehow, I am very familiar with the area. We turn off a main road and onto a side street and I tell the DC to park here, pointing at a door on the side of a building. We parked and walked into the ground floor of the building. It is a flea market and antiques store with three floors. There is a spiral staircase that goes through the center of the store.

I chose to check out the top floor for a while, and my DC walks down the stairs. I found nothing interesting on the top floor, so I start walking down the stairs. My DC shouts up the stairs, “Come check this out!” I get downstairs and he is looking at some random junk that I could care less about. I walk to a table along the wall and look at an old Russian portable black & white TV set. It had two channel knobs and four smaller knobs on the front panel which were labeled in Russian. My DC is walking over to look at it. I said, “Wouldn't this make a wonderful music scope?” (Note: A modified B&W TV to display like an X-Y oscilloscope.) My DC walks over to another table and is looking at some items. I walk over and pick up several remote controls and a couple other things. I place them in a pile in the middle of the floor, along with a few other items I had picked out earlier. I can see some antique shortwave and ham radios sitting on another table in the back. There are some old Hallicrafters and other familiar vintage ham and shortwave rigs sitting there. I pick up my items off the floor and look at the door. This was the dream's exit.