All DJ Entries

Well, I had a lucid dream, but I only consider it a semi-lucid dream because I couldn't really control what I was doing.

So, I'm driving--why do I always have driving dreams?--when I stop by the local Texaco. As soon as I walk in and see how dirty it is, I instantly realize I'm dreaming. Because the people at this particular gas station in real life normally keep it fairly clean. So, I'm thinking,"Holy crap! Awesome! I'm dreaming and I actually know it! Time to take some candy without paying!" Well, I went as far as taking the candy before I went up to the cashier and gave him the money. He gives me this really stern look and says,"You weren't planning on stealing this, were you?"
"No, sir, of course not,"I say seriously. Except, I didn't mean to say it. So, while I knew I was dreaming at this point, I couldn't control my actions.
"That's good,"he exclaims cheerfully. He points to two teenage boys wearing ugly shirts and baggy jeans and says,"See those kids right there?"
"More or less, yes."
"Just last week they were caught stealing some sodas and magazines. Some reason, the scumbags weren't even arrested. In fact, the cops just let them go."
He is clearly irritated over this and I can't help but feel sorry for the guy. Real or not, no one should have to deal with that crap. So, I almost feel bad about wanting to take the candy. Though, in real life, those boys definitely wouldn't have gotten away with that.
I say,"Well, I need to go."
He nods and exclaims,"Just be safe on the road. I think it's going to rain soon."
I nod and walk out with my gummi bears and cinnamon candies, mentally kicking myself for not being able to control my dream even though I knew I was dreaming. I woke up shortly afterward.

Deleted

DELETED

Good morning, everybody.

Dream #1

I was in a small hallway that was dimly lit. I stood by a little group of shelves for newspapers. I saw and grabbed a copy of The Onion. But somebody acted in a mean way that made me nervous as I was grabbing the paper.

I got nervous, pulled the paper out quickly, and hurried away. But a few steps away, I realized I had gotten only a few of the first sheets of the paper, not the whole thing. So I went back to grab the rest of the paper.

I was now in a gas station. One of my friends was with me, I'm not sure who. Behind the counter of the gas station was a youngish woman, a little overweight, with copper-tan skin and long, black hair that was pulled back and a little frizzy. She was really cheerful and nice.

I was sitting in a big, pink recliner before the counter. I seemed to be sitting inside of it as though I were really small, maybe a child. But I also seem to have been myself, at my normal height, as well.

Apparently I was wearing diapers and I had wet my diapers. I hadn't told the woman, but she knew that I needed to change my diapers. She told me that there was a restroom in some place across the street (a cafe or a fast food restaurant?). She told me I could change my diapers there.

I didn't have diapers, and somehow the woman knew that, too. She pulled down, from a top shelf over the cash register area, a partly empty pack of diapers. There were two adult-sized, pink diapers inside. The woman told me I could change into one of these diapers and hold onto the other one.

Somehow I came to understand that the woman thought of me as either her kid or as a person who needed someone to take care of him like a mother would. She had known this for a little while, so she had prepared for it. I thought it was wonderfully nice of her to think of me.

I was now outside, on a wide street on a sunny day. The space on either side of the road seemed wide and empty, maybe with dirt lots or grassy lots, although there also were buildings somewhere in the distance. All around on the road there was a feeling of heavy machinery and dusty construction material.

A group of young people, some or all of whom may have been my friends, were laying out a line of what looked like gigantic surge-protector power strips. The power strips were maybe 1.5m long and .6m wide. At either end, they seemed to have poles sticking out of them, like the poles for rope-belt line makers.

The young people would lay the surge protectors down and then plug huge, black cords into them. A few people had to carry and set down each surge-protector. Both that work and the plugging work seemed difficult.

I was trying to find a place in the work where I could be helpful. But the people were all working so quickly and efficiently together already. I couldn't get in. Eventually I was worried that I would look lazy.

I may have made some kind of weak assertion to everybody else that I should have a place in the work. But one of the people (the only person I can remember now was a man with olive-colored skin, shaggy, black hair, and a shaggy goatee) said something about how I was too much of a sissy to help. One person may have told another person, "Tell that guy to go back to the diapers that girl gave him and have fun with those."

So I walked over to what seems, now, like a flatbed trailer for a semi truck. The bed seemed to have been made out of heavy planks of wood. Oddly enough, the pack of diapers the woman had given me was sitting on the bed. There was also some kind of pile of pages or some kind of book. The story in the pages/book may have been something similar to Alice in Wonderland.

I was now "almost-present" in some kind of place with an old friend of mine, M. M was trying to show me, in his usual intelligent-jester way, some article that he found really funny in The Onion.

I had a series of views based on that article. Sometimes it was like I was looking at the paper. Other times it was like the images on the paper, while still paper-images, were also my whole view, as big as the world. At other times, it was like I was in the images, like they were the three-dimensional, real world, while still looking like newspaper images.

The article was taking some fictional discovery made by fictional scientists, which was obviously a cave which had been used by prehistoric peoples for women to give birth in. But the article was trying to make it sound like a mystical place. The humor of the article, apparently, was how the scientists were trying to give this place a really mystical meaning, when it was "just" a birth cave.

At one point I saw a cross-section image of the birth cave. The cave had three rooms, one set behind the other.

The very back room was labelled with some "really mystical" title by the scientists. In actual fact, it was "just" some kind of room where a spirit was being prepared to enter into the body in the mother's womb. The middle room was the room where the actual birth took place. This room was again, given some "comically mystical" name. The front room had some weird label like "meat and other stuff." I took this to mean that all the supplies that one gets by living in the outside world started to be given to the newborn child here.

The article seems to have been full of references to an astral state. Apparently the scientists had discovered human ribs in the middle or front room. So the scientists made some weird comment about how the "astral ribs" of a cave dweller had been damaged and left behind.

The front room had been fashioned, apparently, into a spacious, domed room, with a wide doorway to the outside. The domed ceiling was the natural stone of the cave, though it also seemed to be fashioned into shapes that looked like tiles.

Near the front of the room, some of the "tiles" were missing from the ceiling. The scientists made some "comically mystical" statement about the shaped that the dark space now left by the missing tiles made in the ceiling. But the "comically mystical" statement "only" amounted to what the image actually looked like -- a woman lying on her back, giving birth, while another woman knelt before the first woman, receiving the child.

At this point I may have been trying to figure out what exactly was funny about this article. As far as I could tell, I thought, from my reading about prehistoric life, birth caves were very mystical places, and the birth process was very mystical. The fact that the image of birth in a birth cave had naturally occurred also seemed mystical to me. I couldn't see why a mystical treatment of the whole thing would be so funny.

Dream #2

I had apparently done some kind of complex work project for my boss. It was something I had done on my own initiative.

My boss now began criticizing my work. He told me that the work I had done was too complex. He said that this wasn't the kind of things clients liked to see from us. He said that our job was to do something more simplistic, very basic, and using very basic data.

My boss told me that we couldn't do anything that expressly directed our clients' ideas, because our clients' job was to have ideas. My boss said, "We need let the clients have a chance to do some value creation on their own. So if we just put a bunch of basic data together and something in it inspires our clients to have an idea, we've done a good job."

I took this to be my boss' nice way of breaking it to me that I was spending too much time doing the stuff I actually liked and not enough time doing the pain in the neck work of finding basic data, doing basic number work.

I knew my boss was too nice to tell me that I had been kind of on the wrong track for a while, and that I needed to get back on the right track of looking for hard number-data. So he'd made some cover-up story that really didn't even match what his real thoughts about our work was.

I now felt kind of stupid and lazy for not having done enough number work.

---

I dreamt I'm visiting a foreign town far away. I vaguely remember driving up with a friend or two, though I'm not sure exactly who. When we arrive I learn that there is a strict curfew rule enforced by the "adults" who all appear to be scholarly women and men with 18th century facial hair styles and demeanor. They ring a bell and promptly close the doors shutting everyone inside.

One night, a friend and myself decided we had better plans for the night and, instead of going inside when the bell tolls, pose as "adults" and walk the streets. We wander the town to the outskirts search for a gas station where I have a run in with a man who knows me not to be an "adult." He makes passive threats to me, asking if I can run to a building in the distance faster than him in a less-than benevolent tone. I'm frightened, but pass it off and continue walking.

My companion has now assumed the spirit of my girlfriend in real life. At one point I remember holding hands. She has visited the town many times before and maybe even had lived here in here childhood for many years. She points out a bed of cushion and tarp which, she says, is used for dancing on. At that moment, I living severed head walking on crunches comes over the to tarp and begins to dance for us. Afterward, we're greeted by a man who is giving "free" things in return for our mailing address. He offers us an Xbox 360, but I tell him I'd rather fill out the one for free chicken wings. My girlfriend ends up filling both of them out.

Next, we're back in the town center were we first started. The place now reminds me of a college campus than it does a small town. The bell rings again, signaling the beginning of curfew. As the "adults" are ringing the bell a woman in man-made wings, designed to look like a butterfly wing and a sparrow wing, flaps her way to the top of the building. She perches and then takes off through the roof like it isn't there. Her wings are exceedingly more vibrant and magnificent on the other side. I soon realize it is merely a trick caused by the reflection of the water.

---

I was at work, then I went on break. It was dark. I took my motorcycle and went to a nearby gas station, entered the market and bought something. When I ride back to my work, the position on the bike felt weird, it felt as if I was riding a Harley rather than my sportbike, the handle was too high. I stopped and realized that my bike was distorted at what look like a wooden praying mantis. My dad came and tried to fix the bike for me. There is an asshole customer holding a plastic bag, yelling at us. Finally, my dad fixed (or trimmed) my motorcycle down, but it was still wooden.

It was night and I was wandering with Jimmy along some road that went beside several gas stations. It reminds me of a place in skellefteå which is just like that and I think this might be inspired by that.

In some way it came to my knowledge that Kim was offline from msn. As I and Jimmy walked along the road, Jimmy suddenly requested a can of cola. I said that I could buy one for him so we headed for the gas station that was most far away of them for some reason. When walking there, two middle aged guys passed us and one of them said "hej!" to me. I got somewhat confused because I didn't recognise him at all. I still said "hej" back and for a while I kept pondering who he was.

We locked our bikes (which we didn't have until then) outside of the gas station and went in. It didn't at all look like the interior of a gas station. It looked like some industrial storage room or something. Kim was inside standing next to some fence thingy that looked a bit like a boxing arena. She said that her bike was stuck in the boxing arena thingy (this makes so much sense, lol). Me and Jimmy helped her lifting out the bike from it but when we all tried exiting the "gas station" we discovered that the door was locked! Oh no, we thought! Then we unlocked it and went out just like that.

Now it was snowy outside and there was a snowplough that looked like a black limo. Something was special about it. I went to a parking lot nearby and the snowplough was now a red-blue race car. I was supposed to enter it, so I tried to. But it was very very tiny or something so had problems when entering it. I had only gotten the legs into it when it started driving! I yelled to the driver to take it easy and wait for me to get in. Somehow I got in after a while and while the driver was some unknown, impatient and unpleasant guy, the person sitting next to the driver was my dad. I don't remember much of the trip except that my dad was angry and I argued with him.