Dreamlog

Coding with J:
I'm with my Uncle J in a covered parking lot area outside a Barnes and Noble bookstore.
He's praising me for finishing a new fantasy book I had just bought.
He hands me a new red book. It has instructions for learning to code using the 'X' social platform.
The pages have colored-coded code with brackets and guides. I remember that I read up to page 5.
The pages have moving images, so it isn't strictly print. It claims that all kinds of media can be coded into the platform.


Learning to code on X.

Wanting Flight:
I'm in a house structured like the standard Alliance floor-plan from World of Warcraft.
If you know the game, think the two-floor homes in Moonbrook, except well-maintained.
It is day-time. There is a super-hero dead facedown in the yard. He has feathers and I surmise that he had bird-powers.
I'm taking the body upstairs, and I'm trying not to be seen.
At some point while traveling up the stairs, the body transforms, leaving only the outfit.
I may have been trying to steal the hero's powers.

Manuevering:
I'm at my childhood home. My Dad is on the phone with the water company, working out bills.
He might have been trying to negotiate a better rate.
...
I'm upstairs with my niece, B, and she is smaller than she is in waking life.
We're in my brother and I's room, rifling through a set of drawers near the front of the room.
I'm worried that B will find age-inappropriate stuff in the drawer, and she does.
I quickly hide the stuff, and try to draw her attention elsewhere.
...
I'm up by the upstairs bathroom with my Uncle J. He is holding what looks like a document from waking life work.
He's trying to talk down to me, as if he knows it better than I do (he does not).
I try to let him down easy, not keen on allowing him to act this way, but also not wanting to hurt him.
...
My Grandma and my Mom are in the living room.
I'm on my way out of the house.
I've left, but forgotten something.
I go back and they give me a drinkable yogurt.

Lost with Uncle
The sky is stormy and red. Lightning flashes across the sky. Similar to Stranger Things.
I'm with my Uncle J. He's driving. We're trying to escape something.
We're at what seems to be a mixture of the road behind my backyard from my childhood home and the biking trail from last spring I frequented.
We encountered an obstacle. There are a few posts around a railroad track, but I can clearly see where he needs to drive.
Uncle J goes the wrong way and gets the car stuck. He handles it, and gets the car out.
But then he goes the same wrong way again.
I try to get him to correct the path, but he seems unwilling to deviate from this loop.
I get frustrated with him.