FryingMan

+(f) doing something with somebody somewhere (hah!) just….couldn't…recall

+ observing and pointing out interesting architecture on a bus ride "they don't make them like that any more!", crazy architect building; I write a fake review/article, then rewrite it with a real quote from a source

I'm riding in a (bus?), looking at a very interesting building to the left, tall, probably 30-40 stories, with a number of multi-floor ornamental "shaped" areas, with large (golden?) ornamental structures built on to it. There is a much more narrow tower immediately to the right of the building. The tower has a large open "belfry" structure. I point out this building "Hey look at that building to the left".

To the right, up towards the hills, is a glimpse of the "crazy architecture building" built by those wacky university architects.

+ (semi?) childhood home: turn down the lights in my room, go flying from parents' balcony

I'm in my room in my childhood home, I'm at the window, I realize the lights in the room are not fully turned up to I look to the light switch on the wall, see the rheostat round dial [false memory my room had a simple on/off switch], move to it and turn it up the rest of the way.

I want to go flying, I leave my room & walk down the hallway to my parent's bedroom and enter, all lights are off and it's pretty dark in there. I see some objects on the floor. I go to the door to the balcony and things get vague here, I seem a bit trapped/blocked by the curtain, I have some weird thoughts(?), but I eventually make it through to the balcony outside . To the right is a view in the distance of a bay of water with ships in it, it's dark twilight. I hear the voice of my mother to the left, down on the house's main deck, and I also hear my father's voice coming from inside the room (or approaching it). "Great," I think, I don't want them to see me flying, my opportunity may be ruined. I make a short movement towards re-entering the house but decide in a flash, "screw it, I want to fly!". So I take a quick leap into the air (I have a moment's thought about falling), and I fly/swoop down the hill, fairly low to the ground (about 6-10 feet off the ground).

As I pass the far corner of our property I hear my mother's voice back from the house saying "oh, look, there's a deer running through the front yard" (I think she has caught a glimpse of me flying and has misinterpreted it as spotting a deer). I continue flying, it is daytime, and I'm flying/gliding fairly low (6 feet-12 feet) above the ground. I'm flying through gardens with colorful large flowers like trumpet vines. I pass over some unknown woman in her garden, I think she'll see me for sure but she does not react. I continue hearing some commentary on my flight from my mother.