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DJ Log: March 3, 2011 – 5:45AM (USA Eastern)
Text color legend: · NON-DREAM · NOTES · DREAM · LUCID ·

I am walking around in an old musty smelling warehouse, looking through some piles of random junk. There is a steel stairway that leads me to a mezzanine with several tables full of random electrical stuff. There are motors, relay boxes, and piles of wiring all over the place. I hear some noises from below and look down through the floor grating to see a DC driving by on a tow motor that's pulling a couple of flatbed trailers behind it.

For some reason, I feel like someone is watching me from a distance and I want to try to get away from whoever it is. I climb up onto the upper I-beams from the mezzanine and walk across to another mezzanine on the other side of the warehouse. As I walk by the lights, they buzz for a moment and then turn on. I reach up to grab onto a different beam, and see that my fingers are unusually long. Becoming lucid, I do a quick nose pinch and it fails. I take a quick moment to stabilize by looking at the ground, and trying to smell the musty air. I lick some of the dust off the I-beam and it tastes like butterscotch pudding. I see some flashing lights through a huge roll-up door on the other end of the warehouse. I decide to jump off the beam and fly through the door to find out what's in the next warehouse. When I arrive, there is an enormous underground rave going on with a huge crowd of ravers dancing.

I land in the middle of the crowd and start dancing my ass off. A random DC walks up to me, holding a large bag of glowing pills and asks me if I want one. I decline, but reach into my pocket and pull out my own bag of pills. I eat a handful of pills, then walk up to the DJ on the stage. He is playing 5 records all at once and also cooking some chicken on a BBQ grill. I told him that his music sucks and he should play some bluegrass. He turns around and pushes me off the stage. I wake up, guessing that I shouldn't have been such an asshole. LOL...