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

DJ Log: March 26, 2011 – 9:30AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

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.