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

DJ Log: December 22, 2012 – 5:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am hanging out with some friends in a very small townhouse. We're talking about the annoying neighbor next door who empties out our gas cans without asking. As we are talking about him, the neighbor leaves. While he is out, we go into his house through the patio door which he left unlocked. I'm not sure why we're in there, but the others seem to be on some kind of a mission. There are piles of junk everywhere and the carpet is really dirty. There is a litter box in the corner which is overflowing with cat poo, but no cats can be seen.

As I'm lightly looking around, one of the guys asks me for a hand lifting something. I walk over to see that he is checking out some kind of folding table on top of a pile of junk in the middle of the room. I help him lift the table down from the junk pile and walk away. Shortly afterward, we walk toward front door to leave. As we are leaving, some people walk in the door and they don't seem to care that we're there. We walk outside, then go back into the first town house and hang out for a while.

One of the guys opens the patio door again and say. “Come on, let's go outside.” We walk out the door and then walk around outside of building. Beside the building, one of the guys gets in a fight with some kids on bicycles. Suddenly, one of the kids pulls out a knife. Before he knows what happened, I grab the knife from him and hold him, telling the others to go away. Then all quickly run off, so I let the last one go and he runs away too.

Trailing behind a bit, I follow the others around the back side of the building again. When I get around the corner, one of them is arguing with neighbor over who used gasoline from his gas can. I open the door and walk back inside, wanting to be no part of the argument.