Recent DJ Posts

He shouldn't be aware...

I'm in the grocery store's warehouse, and I suddenly realize that I'm in a simulation (I'm not lucid, I just know it's a simulation, not a dream). I get immediately chased by the guards of the simulation.

Silly sounds at Stitch's house

I'm in the house of the beatboxer Stitch, in his kitchen, where he trains his polyphonic singing every day. Some people are here, I'm training my low poly, I tell an old man how tight the sound is, then I perfectly imitate the sound of this meme : https://www.instagram.com/reel/DI66A...BvZXVqeXB0Ng==. It makes a girl and a guy laugh.

Trung Bao's teeth problem

I'm beatboxing with Trung Bao, I see a bubble of thought/memory : a smoke detector-shaped object suspended from a retractable rope going back and forth between the bars of a tall red structure, like a crane, all in sync with Trung’s beatbox. Combos with the đ sound, I imagine Slykku countering his beat in a battle. I was going to tell him about the fast inwards/outwards hi-hats technique of Helium but he tells me about his teeth : there are tiny holes in three of them. "You should talk to a doctor about it", I say. I then think of the message he could send his doctor : "...I’m a beatbox performer btw". Then we're at the grocery store, in front of the vegetables, I take the tray of green peppers and chew, taking stems and seeds that I spit out several times for something related to Trung’s teeth.

Overpriced things and chocolate ice cream

In a grocery store, I test something : I buy a whole part of a shelf : a radiator, many different chocolate bars... It costs more than 200 €, I pay, but there's a problem at the checkout : it displays 500 €. The cashier gives me a small wooden rhino while he goes to solve the problem. I do beatbox sounds on it : poh scratch and inward Pash laser. A man beside me thinks it’s funny, then the cashier returns, tells me I can be refund only for the radiator. My test has failed. I walk home, with my bag full of chocolates and a giant delicious white chocolate ice cream, inside stuffed with hazelnuts and red fruits. Then it becomes small without chocolate. Then I climb the stairs of an apartment, but their are missing stairs at the end (you have to lean over the void to go up).

Blind shark attack

With some family, we're walking in a shallow water stream, when a baby shark, blue with whale shark patterns, starts to surround us. The animal attacks me : he jumps out of the water and bites the side of my neck, without letting go (reminds me of Narancia vs Squalo). I can’t do anything, not even poke his eyes because he doesn’t have any. I fall, bleeding. Then I imagine this species of shark that I didn't know, in the darkness of the abyss, but in adult form.

Delivery signing

I'm in a grocery store, me and an employee sign a delivery man's paper.

Kanye beef (fragment)

Kanye West gets in a heated argument with someone, his girlfriend holds him back to avoid fighting.

Morning sounds (FA)

*false awakening* I "wake up", lying in my bed, I try doing the inward scratch whistle of Rich beatbox, then Pacmax's train whistle. I hear my sister talking to her daughter in the other room.

Online beatbox melodies (feat. Stitch)

I'm beatboxing online (probably on Discord) with the beatboxer Stitch and two others, we can all see each other, before the battles begin, we do some melodious beats, a guy switches teams, we laugh. Then the referee has to go somewhere, Stitch says : "Wait! *Pixelated notification sound with voice*", it was hilarious, then I hear the sound as if I had bluetooth headphones on because I activated that mode. The sound briefly cuts off, I press on the screen, "Unable to send message" appears. Then with Stitch we beatbox Big Steppa by Benja, I end with a vacuum technique + vocalized whale whistle. I'm still online but at my parents' house, me and one of the other beatboxers are doing fart bass melodies (that's the actual name of that sound), Stitch is impressed, and I become or imagine ZVD. Then the referee Scott Jackson returns, announcing the beginning of the battle with his epic announcer voice.

I was convicted of a sex crime and dealt 3 weeks in prison based on flimsy charges and an unfair trial (Just a dream, nothing like this happened irl). The dream started right as I arrived at my cell. My mother was tearfully accompanying me to my cell and she lingered for a bit before the staff made her leave. It wasn't really a prison, and it wasn't really a jail. It looked and felt more like a mental institution to me. My cell was located right behind the front office of the building, behind a bulletproof glass and the front desk employee. The cell was fairly large, with an open door to the other cells, a bathtub, and a chair. Quite unusual indeed. The floors were carpet and the only wall was padded. The was a few children in the area, as well as a few elderly folk, and one or two people in their forties who seemed to be checked out of reality. The kids were playing, the old folk were chatting away as old friends, and I was sitting in a chair moping about how unfair the trial was, and how I didn't even get to change my clothes. I was only going to be here for 3 weeks, but I so didn't deserve to be here. I thought I'd focus on my dreams during this time and dream of the freedom that was soon to come.

A few days passed, and a good friend of mine decided to visit. I don't know him in my waking life, but we sure knew each other in this dream. He was a black man with a goatee and dreadlocks. He was very kind and honest, and he had a passion for music. He agreed that the trial was not just, and he wanted me to know it by singing me a song he had written about me. He started with some beatboxing, and I tried to talk him out of it. His singing would surely get the two of us in trouble for disturbing the environment. As he started the song I stopped protesting. He sang a familiar tune, but it is not one I recognize whilst awake. However, he had the words changed to reflect my situation and used my name in the chorus, so that was neat. As expected though, he did get caught and was evicted by the staff. He was banned from the building for a total of 3 weeks plus fines for "damages" and "crimes."

I reflected on what had happened, while sitting again in my chair moping about my life (how depressing..). Those aforementioned kids mentioned earlier started taking and playing with some toys I had sitting on a table in front of me. I protested at first, but then realized I really didn't need them anymore and I let them have the toys. Fast forward to an evening that I am not sure is that one or a later one. I was alone in my cell. Everyone else was asleep, nobody was near. I was soaking in the bathtub still in my clothes. The water was draining, and I looked to my right to see my dog lying next to the tub. I thought it quite peculiar that they let me have my dog with me in prison. The tub then changed appearance. The side of the tub became the back of a sofa. The dog had then gotten soaked by the draining water from the tub, and then made a scene that caused the staff to come check out what was going on. I was afraid my dog had caused me to get a longer sentence, but after some explaining they seemed to buy the idea that it wasn't my fault.

Fast forward to the next morning, where my dogs were no longer present and a nurse brought me a small bowl. I first thought it was a bowl full of meds that was being passed to everyone, but before I could really question it the nurse stuck something in my mouth and pressed it against my gums. It had a very distinct taste. I asked the nurse what it was, and what purpose it served as I tried to keep it pressed against my gums. She said it was just a ginger lolipop to act as a breath mint since my breath really smelled...I knew the taste was familiar! I didn't protest to the bad breath and explained to her my poor dental hygiene is an issue that builds on itself. If you aren't in the habit, then your teeth start to rot, then it hurts to get in the habit until you get the teeth worked on, which in turn hurts and costs money, etc.

The scene shifted to another evening. It shouldn't be long now before my sentence would be over I thought, as I sought out a bathroom to relieve myself. The other prisoners, or patients as it seemed, were all getting ready for a dinner that was being served in the other room. The thought came across my mind that maybe my sentence was not 3 weeks and maybe this wasn't a prison at all. Maybe it really was a psych ward and I would be trapped here for the foreseeable future. I quickly dismissed the thought until I heard a ruckus from the other room. There was a discussion on television between Billy Graham and another person of importance about my particular situation. It got quite heated and very political, and somehow it escalated all the way to the United Nations. I walked out of the bathroom and when I went outside it was a different building I was in. There was 3 stories and it was very open with many windows. I took a seat at a long conference table as I listened to those in the room discussing the situation. The original patients were all gone now, and I was surrounded by people in business suits. Someone had declared that this issue was to be taken seriously, and to defend against those who would argue in the negative. A group of assassins entered the building and I associated them with the group Talon from Overwatch. A fight broke out and I saw a massive Roadhog appear by me to protect me. He had to have been at least 8 feet in stature, and very wide. He was so realistic I was paralyzed in awe. He used his hook to grab hold of an enemy and I woke up.