DoubleHelix

May 27, 2016: #1 of 2: L. and I are performing renovations on the house. I walk outside the front door and pass our open garage bay and observed numerous brown boxes of various sizes which apparently contain nails, shingles, and other construction materials which so occupy the garage that the garage bay door cannot be closed. I walk onto the side lawn and observe an immense tree with a large triangular hollow at the base between the roots which looks like an animal’s den. A small white dog appears next to my right leg and starts to sniff, paw and explore the entrance area of the hollow of the tree. An orange and white tabby cat suddenly flees from the tree and is lost to sight. After the cat runs away the dog starts pawing at what appears to be bedding material made out of strips of soft foam within the hollow of the tree. The dog pulls out several strips of blankets and closed cell neoprene-like foam which is yellowish from exposure to the elements and/or sun.

I walk back towards the house as it begins to rain. The rain is getting heavier as I pass the garage. I see that the outermost boxes are getting wet. When I enter the house L. is washing down a wall of what appears to be our future kitchen with a large yellow sponge. She is wearing only a pair of tight jeans and a brassiere. I asked her if it's okay for the outermost boxes in the garage to get wet and she says "yes." I tell her to show me her tits and she does. They look slightly smaller and she appears somewhat younger than in real life. I wake. The time is 4:29 AM.

May 27, 2016: #2: I find myself swimming in a large body of water about 300 yards from a mountainous shore. I am in the company of a female dream character on a raft. I am attempting to swim back to shore, and as I do so I pass numerous pieces of debris floating in the water such as peach baskets and empty wine bottles. I grow very concerned that this debris will attract bait fish, and therefore larger predatory fish such as sharks.

The scene shifts. I find myself back on shore where there is a party underway. I quickly realized that I am the host of the party. As I'm walking through the crowd D. K. throws a football to me. Because there are so many people I can't quite reach the ball and it hits my outstretched hands, and I drop it. I pick it up and throw it back to him underhanded. I make my way to a long table which has food laid out on it, much of which I can't identify. I place onto my plate a round disk of cheese about the size of a hockey puck which appears to be coated with shredded coconut. I wake. The time is 6:05 AM.