DoubleHelix

September 8, 2016: I am unloading pre-cut as well as uncut stone pavers from the side door of a huge delivery truck. I repeatedly and tediously carry them down a lane bordered on my left by a brick retaining wall which stands about nipple high. After walking about 60 - 75 feet, I rest the arm-load of pavers on the wall before trying (with great effort) to reach down over the wall to hand them off to a young black man who is standing in a ditch on the other side of the wall. He needs to stretch up as hard as he can to take the "hand-off" of the paving stones. I repeat this action about three or four times, walking back and forth to the truck each time for a new load when it dawns on me to float-fly in each direction to speed things up. I come to this "labor and time saving decision" right after handing off the forth load, so my hands/arms are empty. As I float-fly back to the truck it hits me. FUCK ME!!! I'm flying! I must be dreaming! WOW, two nights in a row!!!

I immediately abandon the notion of flying back to the truck and fly instead on the far side of the retaining wall and follow the ditch to see where all the stone is being put - principally out of curiosity and because I have no other plan for this lucid dream - having been caught by surprise. I come upon a house that looks like a cross between the White House and your average colonial home. Very upscale and nice. I enter (in the normal way) through the front door and wander around. Most rooms are entirely empty of furniture and initially encounter no dream characters whatsoever. In fact, the house gives the impression that it is an unoccupied new construction. I'm just about ready to leave to find something fun or interesting to do and discover I'm a bit confused as to how to find the door out (or any door for that matter) when I enter a room with two college age women sitting cross legged on a wooden floor - no rug or chair.

I say hello and they actually introduce themselves to me by name! They are pretty and smart, and my first thought is that they could be sorority sister pledges and maybe this home is going to be a sorority house - or perhaps I'm on a college campus. Both girls are fully and fashionably clothed, and far too smart and aloof to try and coax to do anything sexual...besides, one I could handle, but two?? Wouldn't know where to start, and they just aren't "that kind" of girl. So, I ask them to please indicate a way out or to please escort me out of the house. Neither gets up, but they each start to talk over the other giving me directions. I thank them, but the conflicting and confusing instructions fail to get me to an exterior door. I start to feel trapped and frustrated - and I wake.