non-lucid

DJ Log: December 16, 2011 – 4:30AM (USA Eastern)
· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am sitting in front of my computer, logged into both DV chat and Tinychat. The text on DV chat is moving along so fast that I can't read any of it. On Tinychat, everybody's camera is upside-down. I adjust my camera, but as soon as I start to turn it, the image flips upside down again. Eventually, I give up and just settle for the upside-down video.

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a dark restaurant. The restaurant had a lot of small, black, two-person tables in the main area. I sat at a table there. Off to my left there were some bigger booth tables. Multicolored neon lights seemed to reflect off many of the dark surfaces in the bar.

The two-person seating area was pretty full. A business man sat next to me, at the table to my right. He may have been Asian American, maybe in his late thirties or early forties. He wore square glasses and a kind of plain suit. He had a gentle, easygoing, but mature-sounding voice.

The man asked me why I had left my previous job. I began to list off a whole bunch of complaints about my former boss. The complaints just got worse and worse, and I just got more and more agitated as I listed them. I think the main complaint was that my boss wanted me out of the office, and that he just neglected me and tortured me until I left.

I now noticed that my boss was sitting up in one of the booths off to my left. Red, white, and green light was playing off his face, like a rotating neon sign (or a barber shop pole) was shining on him.

My boss was sliding a grey iPad back into a case. It was almost like the iPad was the thickness of a VCR cassette and that the iPad case was like a VCR cassette sleeve.

I could tell that my boss had heard everything I'd said about him. I was a little ashamed of myself for having spoken bad about him. But I was also glad that he'd heard it. I hoped that it would sink in somehow, and that he'd feel bad.

But I also felt bad for complaining. The business man may have been thinking about hiring me. Now that I'd complained so much, maybe he just thought I wouldn't be a good employee.

My boss was now standing just beside me, on my left. He said, "Hey, I need to talk to you for a second."

I stood up with him and walked toward the center of the restaurant. There was a wide pillar there, around which was a chest-high counter that had a bunch of computer screens (maybe cash registers?) on it. My boss stopped there and spoke to me.

He said "You know, I've been getting the feeling lately that you think I didn't treat you right while you were working for me. And that's just not true. I have a feeling you've been telling people stuff like that. And I really don't want you to."

The way he was saying all this made it sound like he had just come to these conclusions all by himself -- like he hadn't heard me speaking at all just now, and the idea had just popped into his head. I knew he was just trying to impress me by making himself sound insightful enough to guess my moves. But I'd seen him listening to my conversation.

I told my boss, "I saw you sitting there, listening to everything I said! I knew you were there, and that's why I said it! I'm not sorry I said it! You treated me like garbage while I was there!"

(EDIT: I forgot to say that there was also some point where I was even making fun of my boss' voice, doing some kind of high-pitched, flat squealing, with a sheep-like, bleating rhythm. I may have been standing or crouching over my boss while he was laying on the ground. I may even have had his left (?) arm pinned to the ground.)

I was now standing out near the dugout of a baseball field in a park. I was with my boss momentarily, still yelling at him. But my boss eventually changed into my old friend R.

We were actually standing with a group of people, maybe twelve or fifteen of us, all straggled out along a fence that went along from third base to home plate. R and I were standing just beyond third base. At this point, the fence was separated from the diamond by about twenty meters of lawn, and it went up a small slope.

I knew that I had been yelling at R just like I had been yelling at my old boss. But suddenly I felt like R was in control of something in my life. I didn't like R very much, but I felt like I should apologize to him and be nice to him, so that he would stop controlling whatever it was he was controlling in my life, and make things okay for me again.

There had been a little bit of a game going on on the ball field, a game between two semi-competitive teams, maybe teams of little kids. But now the kids were all just milling around the field, clearing off the field.

There was some sort of ceremony that was now being held on home plate. A kind of tall, kind of fat, bald man in a grey suit, white shirt, and reddish tie was presenting somebody to give a speech. The person was another old friend of mine, E.

I only heard one particular phrase from E's speech. I can't remember what it was. But it struck me as attempting to be "folksy," something that would be understood by and sympathized with by all the "common people" around him.

I was kind of sickened by this. When I'd first met E, he was a kind of intellectual guy. He struck me as being a genuinely good person. But the older he got, the more he enjoyed cheating and taunting people. But he still tried to carry off the act of being a good guy. By now, it was all just a horrible charade to anybody who knew him. And his speech was an awful example of it.

Nevertheless, when E finished his speech, I went after him, to go talk to him. I figured that since he'd done something important like give a speech, and be introduced by a man in a suit, that he might be an important guy now. He might be able to help me out in my own difficulties.

E walked over toward the fence, toward a section closer to home plate. I hurried down toward him. I may have reached him and started talking to him, in a really shameful kiss-up kind of way.

Dream #2

I was in some place like a house or a mansion. I was in what looked like a big living room. But I may have been sitting on the left edge of a bed. The room was all made of dark wood. There were no lights on. But a lot of natural light was coming through a doorway, probably a wide doorway into a bathroom.

The bed didn't have any blankets on it, just a white sheet around the mattress and a white sheet over that. The bed may actually have been a hide-a-bed, the kind that pulls out from under the cushions of a couch.

Just off to my right, a guy stood talking. It was as if he were in a commercial, or in some kind of "special features" style mini-documentary for a movie. He, and everything around him, had a gauzy haze, like I was already watching the documentary, and the view from the camera lens, which was in some kind of soft focus.

The guy was some famous director. He looked like he was from the late 1970s or early 1980s. He was kind of skinny, with hair down just below his shoulders. He wore roundish, black-rimmed glasses and some kind of nerdy-looking suit.

The director had a kind of high, but full voice, so everything he said sounded a little pompous, and a little more like singing than talking.

The director was talking about his future plans. But he didn't really seem to have any. He may have mentioned that he'd done a lot of work already, and that he now planned to just spend time with his family, to re-charge a little.

The director said that the thing that ruined a lot of creative people nowadays was letting themselves get too overrun by taking on too many tasks. Their work was cheapened, and the artists would get burnt out. The director said that he was going to try not to let this happen to him.

I stood up and walked toward the bathroom, still hearing the director, as if he were speaking directly into my head. The director may have started talking about the French filmmaker Francois Truffaut's career as an example of burning out. I may have seen some black and white photos of Truffaut, intercut with solid views of lavender color.

I now stood in the bathroom, looking down into the bathtub. I was thinking of taking a shower. But there was a little reddish dirt or grime ringing the side of the tub and dusting up the floor of it.

I was kind of grossed out by this. I wondered how a bathtub could be so poorly taken care of in such a rich house as this. I may have thought I'd clean the tub. But I also may have thought that I just wouldn't take a shower.

Dream #3

I was in a house with my sister. I was in the living room, and my sister was in the kitchen. Both rooms were small, so even though we were in two rooms, it felt like we were hanging out together. The living room had no lights on, but light came into it through the kitchen.

I had been sitting on the couch, probably watching a movie on a TV that stood on an entertainment center just off to my left. But now I stood up and walked into the kitchen. My sister was sitting at the kitchen table, doing something -- maybe writing, or coloring in a coloring book, or doing something on her phone.

At some point my sister may have turned into a blonde girl I knew in high school, though she may have been college-aged.

I told my sister that I was going to take a shower. She said okay. But she then mumbled something about the university I'd attended. I didn't understand what my sister had said. So I asked her to say it again. Again my sister just quickly mumbled something about the university I'd attended.

It was like my sister was giving me news about the university. But it was more like she was sharing her reactions to the news with me. She already expected me to know what the news was. And if I didn't know the news, she would just figure I was pretty stupid.

This was even more the case -- at least in my mind -- because my sister had been told the news by a man that she was attracted to.

This man was maybe ten years older than I. He was big and strong and probably involved in business in some way or another. If this man could outdo me with his knowledge, through my sister, my sister -- I thought -- would feel like she didn't need to respect me, or even treat me nicely, anymore.

So after I'd determined that my sister had really mentioned something about news regarding the university I'd attended, I just said something really non-committal, like, "Yeah, it's pretty crazy, right? I can't believe it," and then walked to the shower.

I walked down the dim hallway and into the dark bathroom. I didn't turn any lights on. I closed the door. I must have stripped out of my clothes, too. I now figured I would look at my phone, try to get whatever news I could about my old university, and, while I was showering, think up some responses to give my sister.

When I turned on the news, though, I found a web page that said that the house of famous actress Barbara Steele had caught fire. Apparently Barbara Steele (an actress famous for her roles in Federico Fellini's 8 1/2 and David Cronenberg's Shivers) nowadays lived in my old university town.

The news article showed a picture of Steele's house. But the photo was from the roof of the house. The roof, actually, took up almost all the photo. And the main focus of the photo seemed to be a small array of solar panels that now seemed to be sinking down through the roof.

There may also have been snow on the roof, and there were a few men on the roof, apparently in the middle of putting out the fire. The house seemed like it was just a regular, suburban house in a regular, suburban neighborhood, not a big mansion one would expect a movie star to live in.

The news article said that Barbara Steele had been in the fire, and that she'd been rushed to the hospital. It seemed to imply that she'd died. But I couldn't really determine whether that was true.

I figured this must have been the article my sister had been talking about. My sister would know how much I loved Barbara Steele. So she probably would have wanted to discuss with me any news she'd heard about her. I started thinking of responses to give my sister about the article.

But now I could hear (and maybe even see, in my mind's eye) my sister and the older man talking with each other. My sister was telling the older man that I seeemed to be going through some sort of difficulty. My sister even seemed to imply that I'd lost or was lacking something, as if the older man might help me get a replacement.

I was a little upset that my sister had told the man all of this, especially since my sister and the older man already seemed to be planning with each other how they could make me feel less intelligent than they were.

But I was also relieved. I knew I was missing something. And maybe the man could help me find it. I figured that once I got out of the shower I'd approach the man very humbly and ask him to help me.

But now I saw a strange image. It was a cartoon, or a comic book. A little girl had knocked on a door (her own front door?). A man, maybe the girl's dad, had answered the door. The man let his wife know that the girl was at the door.

But something about what the man said made me realize that the man and girl were going to have sex. They had probably already had sex in the past. It was like the man and the little girl were in love with each other.

i remember girls and stuff like i was runnign somehting and i found an old friend from cyprus then we sleep hypnotize or something in a basketball outdoor hall something like that.

but the weirdest was..



i was sleeping and the window closed so it was dark inside the room
and i woke up and i was searching my socks ! ... but i though i was dreaming.. and i was searching searching then i looked the room again more focusly and i saw that i woke up and i had my socks off.. i was like wtf.. my room was m oving ;D i think i had kind of headache..


thatsa ll

Lucid Fragment
I became lucid after more or less chaining some dreams together. I did a hadouken and a shoryuken on some guy. I remember the hadouken blowing him away but I don't think I connected with the shoryuken that well. Or maybe I did. This was a dream goal so not bad.

Dream
I'm with two people, one about the same age as me and the other is a small child(I think they were a girl). I was in the future the landscape was almost Tron-like a definite mix between Legacy and the original.

I'm Batman Beyond aswell, but I'm trying to keep undercover. I save the girl from some woman and her crony, she was old and her henchman was a big brute. Like Ma Mayhem from the Batman Beyond episode "The Egg Baby".

At one point I nearly blew my cover because of the way Batman punched and I said that "I've seen that before". My other friend there said "How? He hasn't been here before."
To which I replied "I've seen it on the show" demolishing the 4th wall.

I ran with the two people to a squash court and then finished the lady and her guy. I think, probably anyway.
I also remember seeing Terry McGuiness doing poses in his Batman costume.

Colour Legenda:
Setting| Technique used | Dream (lv1) | Dream (lv2) | Lucid Dream | Notes
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Dream 1: 1.18 AM
I'm at a bakery with Kelly, when she goes outside to wait for G. I go see what's up and by the time i go back in, there's a huuuge cueue. I get annoyed at her for wasting our place in the cueue, but she's pleading that G is worth it, so i just shrug and wait with her, forgetting the bakery altogether.

Dream 2: 1.18 AM
I'm working somewhere, i go to the canteen for lunch (the corridor leading to it has a slope, lol) but it's empty, with lots of ppl outside i don't know. Apparently there’s going to be a meeting in the canteen, so i go look for food elsewhere and get lost on my way back to the office.

Dream 3: 3.12 AM
I'm in Leuven (university city), going to the market, but half the city is destroyed. When I do reach the market, I see some friends of mine (S and a person I can't identify). S tells me about his latest Japan-related project, and then we go talk privately about what had only just happened to me. My hair is wet and sticking up Wolverine style.
That's the umpteenth time I dream of Leuven, so I guess it's a dream sign of mine!! Also, it's the second time I dream about the market in Leuven. There is one IRL that I used to go to before Friday class. It seems to be linked to my desire to get a hamser. The first time I dreamt of it was when I first started looking for a hamster IRL, and yesterday the pet store called me to say their couple had bred healthy cubs that could be separated from their mums on Saturday. And again, I dream of that market in Leuven. Weird!

Dream 4: 3.12 AM
I see a black woman bent over, while her husband (also black) is circling her, touching her with his penis. Eventually she screams "PIKACHUUUU" and he finally gets to actually fuck her. Apparently they're in a game show. Awards are being handed out. She's now wearing 150cm tall high heels & she's singing.
..this may have had to do with blues/jazz being on the radio. I sleep with music.

Dream 5: 6.28
I'm checking something out, about two guys. One of them (the one I find most attractive of the two) is suddenly behind me. He's tall and has long blonde hair. After we talk for a bit, a girl shows up and gets all flirty with him, so I kinda back off a bit to give them some privacy, assuming she's his girlfriend. Suddenly she gets all cold on him, and I feel sorry so I give him a warm hug. As I squeeze him, his hand lowers down my back, he gropes my bum and we kiss..
OMG DOMINIQ!!!!!!!!! Where've you BEEN all this time!?
Ahem. Dominiq is a sporadically recurring Dream Character, first appeared about 5 years ago as my lover. This is my 4th dream about him! FINALLY OMG I MISSED YOU!! (TwT)

Dream 6: 6.28
I'm with Gwen and Vicky, hiding from a Geisha. They hide under the stairs, but I don't fit so I run up the stairs and hide inside the Geisha's bedroom, in some storage room. It feels like I'm in a film, acting. The Geisha comes into the room, looks at the storage room (as scripted), and goes away again. I escape and rejoin my classmates in the balcony of a theater. It hadn't occurred to me how quiet it was, until everyone suddenly turns round and laughs at me, talking about something I did where I got caught. I just laugh with them.
..this is just weird shiz XD I reckong it may, again, have to do with the radio. Applause being translated into the dream as "people suddenly talking loudly".

After writing that down, I had 2 more minutes before my alarm went off, and guess what. I go into SP >_<. No. Time. Left. For. LD!!

I am in the backseat of a car with a group of my friends. The only identifiable person is Jonathan. We are on our way to somewhere fun. It feels like a ride to Vegas. It is dark outside and I am in the middle seat. We are passing around joints. Nam and Jackie are probably in the front seat.

We drive by an accident on the side of the street where there are police cars with sirens, ambulances, firetrucks. It seems like this accident went on for several blocks and I thought to myself "when is this going to be over."

We arrive at our destination and it a party at my apartment. The courtyard is reminiscent of Nah Si's apartment complex, but the inside is reminiscent of Dan and David's old house in Tustin meadows. While in the court yard, I run into Evan who is my roommate in this dream. I learn that he no longer lives there because I did not pay the rent in time. He is with Jessica Lee and she appears to be his girlfriend. She looks somewhat different with a makeup and tattoos. She pretends that she does not know me and reintroduces herself, I also pretend that it was our first time meeting.

Somewhere in between this sequence, I notice that my phone is running out of batteries and I ask my dad to fetch me a charger.

The three of us now are walking up the stars in the apartment. I am walking behind them and I notice colorful tattoos on Jessica's legs. I ask her how many hours did it take to complete the tattoos and she replied "fifteen."

I am back downstairs and I notice some kids throwing fireworks in my backyard. I go out there to chase them away, and come back inside. I am now in the kitchen and my dad is there with me, and so is Evan. Dad is giving me a lecture on how it is my fault I did not pay the rent in time. I try to argue that it wasn't my fault, but deep inside I knew that I had messed up.

I was leaving a club that was located in some kind of industrial area with a classmate of mine, it was also in the middle of the night. Suddenly, a person who was very hard to identify showed up behind us and started following us. My friend kept telling me to ignore the person and just keep on walking.
The person came closer and closer to us as we walked and when he was maybe, 10 m behind us or so, he started to run toward us(still from behind). We just kept on walking as he ran, and then, with a bang he rammed into my friend with some kind of hockey-tackle.
Just as the person made contact with my friend the dream ended.

The end.

The other night i has a nightmare that shook me out of sleep, I was so scared that I could get back to bed after.

I was walking along a highway, with my cousins and sisters walking a bit ahead of me and the friend I was walking with beside. I felt this presence in the woods to the right of us and looked over; it was a young woman around my age (20), she was dressed in tattered rags it was almost as if she could be a malignant spirit. But I some how felt that she was only there to help us along the was, she was there to protect us. So I stuck out my hand and gave her a wave, she reciprocated enthusiastically, just so happy to be involved in some way.

The unrest didn't' appear until I realized that there was another entity behind me and my friend, Harper. Harper was warning me to pay it no mind, to not acknowledge it at all. But I did, I was so terrified of it, an unrealistic fear. So to appease it or to make it leave I through the thing an old robe, now the entity that appeared as the woman in the bushes looked much more put together. The robe had changed her appearance quite a bit, but the fear didn't leave. She was still lurking behind us, in plain view and there was nothing that I could think of to change the situation..

Another thing I forgot to mention about this seemingly malignant entity was that because of her presence my family had begun to act very unnaturally. At one point they all stretched out their hands and were walking beside each other and onto the road. To stop this (which unnerved me quite a bit) I along with my friend took their hand and according them in to one person to stop then from getting hurt.

I feel like I can understant this dream to a point, but if anyone can help with analizing this dream I'd be interested in what you'd have to say

I was stirred out of sleep this morning by my roommate doing dishes at 6:30 in the morning... Extremely unappreciative of this rude awakening, I got out of bed and turned to a Terence Mckenna video to settle me down. After realizing that I wasn't going to get easily back into sleep, I decided that now would be a good time to try to get lucid.. so I proceeded to attemt wake back to bed, which I think I intuitively mixed with MILD, because I ended up visuallizing what I wanted to get into.

I must say that I worked out fairly well. Once I was in the dream, that didn't really come on like an offically defined WILD because I didn't get any audio or visual effects as I entered the dream. It was more of a haze, and I was in the dream without realizing it. So when in the dream I became aware of myself and to check it, I looked down at my hand to see if my reality check would have changed, and it did as in my first lucid experience... mathy equations and drawings that I didn't pay too much attention to. As I checked my hand, which would usually have to word dream written on it, I felt like I wasn't' completely in control. Everything I did was more intuitive than controlled. But it still felt lucid, though blurry and unclear.

So my second lucid dream was nothing really that impressive to me. Before I had been in the dream I visualized being at the beach. And so that's where I ended up! One I did my reality check I noticed that this TA for my geography class was there, and it was my intention to go over to him, but I just acknowledged him really and turned around looking for something exciting to do. The best I could come up with was flying so I took off, unafraid and went soaring through the clouds. And here is where I lost this one...

The second part of this lucid experience was what I would consider as my third lucid dream. But really I can't remember the bulk of it. I went to do a second reality check and that my memory just lost the rest. It's a couple hours since I woke up so it just dissolved along with the other dreams I fell into afterwards.

It has been a long time since I have had a LD. This morning I had several.

I wish I had taken the time to write them down because I can't recall them very well anymore.

I was dreaming about something absurd and unrealistic. I woke up briefly at around 7:30 am and was very frustrated. I remember thinking how bizarre the dream was and how sad it was that I couldn't realize it was a dream while I was dreaming it.

I was dreaming that I was part of a football team. We were a professional team but we were stuck playing at a really small local school field. It was upsetting me that we were there. The dream shifted into something else and I think I was doing road maintenance??? That is when I woke up frustrated.


I then went back to sleep.

I re-entered the dream and then I remember questioning the situation and I believe I did a reality check. I realized I was dreaming.

I was dreaming that I was part of a football team. We were a professional team but we were stuck playing at a really small local school field. It was upsetting me that we were there. The dream shifted into something else and I think I was doing road maintenance??? That is when I woke up frustrated.

I was very lightly sleeping at this point. I remember trying to fly however I couldn't fly very high, I was more hovering over the ground.

I did not have any control over the environment and could not create the world around me. However I was aware I was dreaming and everything was very realistic.

I remember a few different occasions I got overly excited about the fact I was have a LD but for the first time ever I remembered to SPIN!!!!

I started to wake up and felt myself in both my bed and in the dream state. But I kept thinking "SPIN SPIN SPIN SPIN SPIN" and my dream body spun faster and faster and faster.... and eventually I was back dreaming again!!!

Very excited about this as it was not only a first time having this happen but it happened several times during my LD this am.

One time was odd. I remember starting to wake up and things became like static on an old tv. I was between worlds and kept thinking SPIN SPIN SPIN SPIN and when I was back in the dream state... It was all static.

It weirded me out so I woke my body up to make sure I could still wake up... Did so and then fell back asleep.

This was all very low level LD states. It was a very light sleep and the LD and dream states slipped away several times. However the landmark of me remembering to "SPIN" is great.

If I can recall what I was dreaming about I will add to this later. I just recall trying to "Fly" on a few occasions but barely getting any lift and floating around more than anything else.

· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am on a beach, learning how to fly a broomstick. I can only fly for a few seconds before falling.
I walk down to the still blue ocean water. Faded, faraway sounds of soft laughter can be heard, but my focus is on a large scallop shell submerged in the water. I reach out to touch the shell, when I hear an urgent, sharp voice say "Don't touch the shell! It's a sign!"
I touch the shell and all of a sudden the clouds in the sky over cast and move overhead fast, as if in time lapse. The clouds swirl and head towards where the whole ocean is being sucked into a massive, stormy maelstrom. It is magnificent, the water is draining, leaning barren land and the clouds get sucked in.
Reality is collapsing as I am sucked into the maelstrom...



I open my eyes to find myself face to face with a being. We are in a small room, with a round tube-like table in the middle. There are others with me. The man talks, and gives us gifts. I receive tacky pink beads in a box.
I can't tell if this figure is God, or the devil, or something else as he sends us on our way.

I am in a shopping mall, staring in a shop window. I can see my reflection, and people pass by behind me, shopping and going about their everyday lives. Yet I stand, as if in a trance. I look like a girl from my school, Sophie, except with long, rough, spiky hair that is black with red streaks.

I am depressed. At this moment I am aware of my waking life, but I think that I have died and reincarnated as a new person. I feel depressed that my previous life was for nothing, and that everything I have achieved is for naught. I go to my new house with my new family. I don't remember their faces. depression weighs heavily on me as I contemplate my wasted previous life.
End.

I look our the window and there is a bootsale. My mother and little sister tell me to come out, but I am in my pajamas. They tell me to come out anyway.

I am playing hide and seek on a team. We are in a maze, competing against troll-like monsters for P.E. Mad-eye Moody is our teacher. Our form tutor is busy so Mad-Eye took over. He tells us tactics for playing against the monsters in the cave mazes, because we were all being wimps and were only playing in the fields. He tells us to stick in pairs, and dig ditches to catch the monsters in.

I am in some kind of tournament. I am fighting a boy, and can't bring myself to kill him so I force him to surrender by holding a knife to his throat. I win. For the next round, me and the other girls pick boys to fight, to receive corresponding bracelets as prizes.
I don't choose and instead walk around with one of the opposing boys. I insult him, accidentally by calling him a girl, and he does something weird to me, casting a spell or something of the sort.

Next thing, I am in school toilets. I look in the mirror. My hair is in a crown up-do and I have eyes that look like yellow illusion/miracle beads. I pass this off as the result of what the boy had done to me earlier, and I move on.


Me and my sister are outside Tescos, and are sitting by a massive ditch filled with stinging nettles. Someone on the other side of he ditch tries to get my attention, but we are separated by the nettles.
End.

· NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I have moved back to my old house in Worcester. Everything is in shades of grey, and the house is mouldy and damp. It is my birthday, yet the atmosphere is crushingly depressing.

I have moved to a new school. The secretary and headteacher are nasty and take advantage of the girls. Everything around me is grey and a little blurry.

Next I am at the beach; grey waves crashing onto grey beaches with grey overcast clouds up ahead and a chill breeze. I am listening to music with some other girls as an escape. We are on the internet as we can only find internet signal on the beach