DJ Log: March 11, 2011 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern) Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID · As I stand on a river bank, a gorilla carries a panda bear out into the river and sets it down in the water. The gorilla then plays with a couple of kinds that are playing in the water. I walk down from the river bank and climb out onto the rocks where several people are hanging out. A guy hands me a bowl and a lighter, but there is nothing in it. I hand it back and tell him that it needs a refill. He looks at me like I'm crazy and says, “Of course it's full. You can see the whole universe in there.” I shake my head and walk away from him. There are a couple of kids playing with a tarantula on one of the rocks. I finally stop and look at my hands, then become lucid. I look back at the water to see that a huge wave is coming up the river. Suddenly, I wake up.
Today I couldn't really remember a lot when I woke up, but over the day I started to remember some vague details: this one was written during WBTB: I'm in my old elementary school, I am helping people to install Dutch-programs (WTH!!) because only the one for the last year works (the name had the letters 'SP' in it, wonder if that was a sign...). I try something with an old flashdrive to put R4-Chips in. Dream Recall minimal. DS: Back at old elementary school, the old flashdrive I never use. This is what I started to remember over the day, only some vague fragments: Somethin with my crush' tarantula. I wrote something on my forehead with bleu pen (it may have been 'lucid' god, I'm really missing the hints...) and felt like I should wash it of, it worked. I remember the feeling of the pen and the washing of feeling very real. Something with a red haired girl in a white parka (may have been a charrie from a book I read). Something with a snow-covered hill. Someone (female, with dreadlocks) is getting hit by several people, woman stopping it. Something with some sort of indians (the sort of indians from America, not India). DS: The tarantula acting odd, writing on my own forehead, indians
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