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

DJ Log: May 25, 2012 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking through a bicycle junkyard, looking for a different set of handlebars for my bike. I sit on a couple different bikes to check out the handlebars and the last bike I sit on turns into a flying bike. I fly over the junkyard while looking around, then wake up

Of course, flying around on a bicycle is perfectly normal, so I certainly would not become lucid.

DJ Log: May 25, 2012 – 4:45AM (USA Eastern)
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I am chatting on IRC with several DV members when OpheliaBlue logs in and types something. The text is not visible, nor is it black on black because highlighting reveals no text. Just as I am typing her a message to let her know, my phone rings. I answer and it's OpheliaBlue on the other end of the line. She speaks what she is typing although there is no visible text in the IRC window.

DJ Log: May 24, 2012 – 7:30AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down a mall corridor with a cute dark-haired guy, looking for a good place to make out. He stops and gives me a quick kiss, then we walk into a store which looks like it's closed. The lights are dim and there are several hot tubs full of yucky water. In the back of the store, there is a steam sauna. The guy dips his arm into the water in one of the tubs, then tells me that the water is burning his arm. I turn on a faucet and rinse off his arm, then we walk out into the mall corridor again.

DJ Log: February 27, 2012 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
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Walking around inside a motor home, checking things out. Someone is in the shower and I can smell and feel the steam from the shower. Shortly afterward, someone gets in the driver seat and starts adjusting the suspension levelers. The motor home nearly tips over, then I get in the seat and set them properly.

DJ Log: May 22, 2012 – 6:15AM (USA Eastern)
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A long-haired blonde is talking to me, and he keeps moving in closer to me as he's talking. Eventually he makes contact with me and I can feel that he is fully hard. He presses in tightly and moves in for a kiss just as I wake up.

DJ Log: May 19, 2012 – 7:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am trying to take a photo of something, but my camera flash will not fire. I try several times, then pull the head off the flash and find that the xenon tube has burned out and melted a hole in the diffuser.

DJ Log: April 14, 2012 – 8:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking up to a large deli counter. There are about 8 order stations and a menu is posted on the far left side. Just beyond the order counter, I can see into the back where the food is being prepared. In the dining area, there are several wooden picnic tables covered with red and white checkered table cloths.

I walk up to the far right line and there is a tall, dark-haired guy taking the person's order in front of me. As soon as I get in line, a tall long-hair blonde comes up to the next order station and asks if he can help me. I move over to that station and look at the menu board for a moment. As I'm trying to decide what I want, a guy sitting at one of the tables behind me starts rambling about nonsense.

DJ Log: April 14, 2012 – 6:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am walking toward an old stone house with a couple of friends. Some of them go up to the front door and walk in, but I walk into the wine cellar underneath the house. Inside, there are a couple of very small rooms with a table in the middle of each room. I hear someone snoring in the back, so I walk back a narrow hallway to see where they are at. The hallway goes along the wall, then it turns into a crawl space and leads to a few smaller rooms. I crawl in and find a naked guy sleeping on a table in one of the little rooms. He is laying on his back and his cock is fully erect. I give him a nudge and say, “wake up.” He wakes up and looks at me, then says, “I have to find my clothes. I'll be out in a bit.”

Suddenly, there is the sound of broken glass being swept around on the floor in the next room. I look through a hole in the wall and someone is sweeping the floor. A large cloud of dust starts to blow into the area, so I turn around and try to get out of there. I crawl back through the crawl space, but I turn the wrong way around the corner and get stuck between the corner and the wall. I struggle for a moment to free myself, but then I wake up.

DJ Log: April 13, 2012 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am standing on the top of a ridge, looking down into a valley which is flooded. The flood waters are receding, revealing a path of devastation. I walk down the hill and find a black Ford ranger 4x4 with large tires on it. I get in and find that the key is hanging out of the ignition. I start it up and drive around a bit. I can get a decent running start, but it starts sliding around once I near the top of the hill. I try a few times and give up.

I'm standing at the edge of the valley, looking through some of the debris that has washed into the area. I pick up a couple of pieces and walk off, I wake up.

DJ Log: March 28 2012 – 8:00PM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am standing in the kitchen of an unfamiliar house, trying to remember why I am there. I remember laying down to take a nap, but cannot recall why I am standing in the kitchen. Suddenly, I realize that I must be dreaming and become lucid. I look at the window and my first thought is that I want to jump out of the window and fly around. I run toward the window, then stop and decide to do a quick RC before I make a complete ass out of myself by slamming face first into the glass. I pinch my nose and I can still breathe with my nose pinched and my mouth shut.

I reach out and tap on the glass with my finger. The glass is quite solid and rattles a bit in the frame. I press my fingertips against the glass and it starts to give. The glass becomes stretchy and my fingers partially press through the glass, much like pressing fingers into a stretchy plastic bag. I can feel that it is cold on the other side of the window. I slightly release pressure on the window and the glass pushes my fingers out and returns to its normal shape. I take a few steps back and jump into the window. When I hit the glass, I bounce off and nearly fall on the floor.

Being determined to escape through the window, I slide the window open and try to climb out. The cords are broken on the sash weights so the window closes itself before I can climb out. Once again, I push the window up and try to climb out. Once I am hanging halfway out the window, I see a guy standing on the sidewalk, staring at me intently. I sit on the window sill and look up at the window. The paint is peeling off of the wood frame. I reach up and peel off a large piece of paint, then look back to see if that guy is still staring at me. He looks at me for a moment, then walks off. I jump out of the window and land on the ground outside. Suddenly, I wake up.

DJ Log: March 7, 2012 – 6:45AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am standing in the front row at a Marilyn Manson concert as they are performing Angel With The Scabbed Wings.

DJ Log: March 6, 2012 – 7:00AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

My brother and I are watching some show on TV when an emergency broadcast announcement comes on. At first, I change the channel, but quickly realize that the emergency announcement is on every channel. After muting the TV, we decide to flip a coin to determine whether to watch the announcement or turn off the TV. My brother pulls out a coin and says, “Heads; we watch TV, tails; we find something else to do.” The tosses the coin into the air and it lands on the desk and reveals “heads.” I pick up the remote and un-mute the TV.

There is a live broadcast from the White House stating that an intercontinental ballistic missile with a nuclear warhead is coming in from the West. They are showing a radar map which shows the geographical position of the missile as well as the expected strike area, which updates in real time. It appears to be heading directly toward Washington, DC. We watch the live video feed, anxiously awaiting interception by a defense missile. After speaking for a moment, the president and several people standing around him rush off the press stand and disappear through a door.

We watch the radar map as the missile descends through the atmosphere over the Midwest and strikes ground just southwest of DC. Shortly after the strike, the live video feed goes black. Moments later, the power flickers then goes out.

I look out the window and see a large dark cloud moving across the sky. After a few moments, the sky turns completely black and there are huge lightning strikes. Tornadoes, illuminated by the lightning, can be seen in the distance. As the lightning gets closer, huge rumbles of thunder shake the walls and rattle the windows. As I watch through the window, I can see the frontal edge of the shock wave approaching from the South. It appears as a ripple in the clouds as it moves across the land. As it passes by, I hear a loud thump followed some crackling sounds. Shortly after it passes, I wake up.

DJ Log: March 3, 2012 – 9:15AM (USA Eastern)
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I am walking down a city street when I decide to walk into a store called Guitar Land. When I first walk through the door, I notice that there are no guitars or amps anywhere to be found. There are several clothing racks in the middle of the store and many shelves around the perimeter. In the back of the store, there are a couple of aisles. I walk through the clothing section to the first aisle end cap display. There are some hanging chairs and bean bags on sale. The bean bags are $19.00 and the hanging chairs are $139.00. I pick up a tan bean bag and look at the chairs for a moment. I like the chairs, but I can't legitimize spending that much money on one of them. I walk a bit further and see a sign that says “50% off all furniture, clothing, etc. etc.” I think about it for a second, then I decide to go ahead and pick up a chair for $70.00. I return to the display and see another sign that says “50% off chairs, nude color only”. I select one which is “nude” color, then I wake up.

DJ Log: March 3, 2012 – 6:00AM (USA Eastern)
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I am traveling to CA with a friend of mine, who will be known as "M" in this entry. We land at the airport and grab a rental car. Once we drive into town, I pull into a familiar shopping center and point out a couple of places which we should visit. There are several restaurants and shops all connected together.

We park, then walk into a place called Game Depot. It's a huge arcade connected to a mall. We walk through the arcade and into a dollar store. I pick up a small box fan and the case falls apart in my hands. I comment, “Cheap fucking junk...”, and then put it down. I pick up another fan and it is built a little better. I walk down the row and pick up a couple of other things, then head over to the cashier. While checking out, I ask my friend if we should go check into our hotel before cruising around the rest of the town. He says, “Yes.” I say, “Let's go stay at the Hawthorn Suites. I can still get the government rate there.”

We walk around the back of the building and see that there is a lower level. I open the door and walk in to find that the area seems to be deserted. As I walk in a bit further, there are tables full of random stuff laying around. Walking in a bit further, we find ourselves in the middle of a flea market. There is a really cute guy standing at a table with a sewing machine who gives me the eye when I walk around the corner.

As I walk by, he asks if I would like him to fix my shirt. He points to where my collar is separating from my t-shirt. I say, “Yes” and take off my shirt. He quickly stitches it back together and hand my shirt back while giving me a really cute grin. I give him a big hug and he holds me tightly. I can feel his rock hard cock throbbing against my body. I quickly notice that I am also rock hard, so I pull in a little closer and rub my cock against his. He tightens his grip and I feel his cock get even bigger and harder. After a moment, we pull away a bit. He is holding my shoulders and I have my hands around his waist. We stare into each other's eyes for a while. We're so close that our noses are nearly touching. I go in for a kiss and suddenly wake up.

DJ Log: February 25, 2012 – 2:30AM (USA Eastern)
• NON-DREAM • NOTES • DREAM • LUCID •

I am scrolling through the "post photos of yourself" thread, and each photo is overlaid with an icon that says "rescued" and "lost". As I scroll, the ratio of lost members to rescued members is increasing. I right-click on a member's name and a context menu appears which shows options such as: leave for dead, sell to the Russian mafia, convert to the new DV, and a couple other menu options I can't recall.

As quickly as I can, I hold Ctrl and click each lost member's profile to open them in a new tab so I can send each one a message, but the tabs close just as quick as I open them. I click a few of them a second time, but they open momentarily and then close again.

I wake up (FA) screaming and throw my laptop against the wall, and then I woke up again and realize that I had just thrown my pillow on the floor.