FryingMan

These all may have been from the same REM. It's unclear what the dream boundaries are, so I just separate them based on scene/plot differences.

+ guards shout me down for using my cell phone, apparently a friend and I were severely reprimanded earlier and got into trouble for using our phones. I'm upset at all this unnecessary fuss, get up and leave and see some girl by a door (using her phone? and say "but it's OK for her?"??)

+ movies are showing in two rooms. In this room there's a Star Wars satire. I think I catch a glimpse of a "minion" looking character on the screen.

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Spoiler for explicit sexy time stuff. don't read if you don't like that sort of thing:

I'm with a girl, she's naked and standing over me, I'm seated, and she pushes her v-jay in my face and indicates that I should start giving it some attention. I oblige orally and pause after a bit to dirty talk with her, "you like that baby, you like how I <bleep> your <bleep>?" I think I should have a turn and imagine presenting my (ahem) to her for oral attention, but this seems like an in-dream imagination rather than actually doing it.

+ encounter girl on stairs: compliement her, she says "Thank You!", I think of "getting together", but then some authority figure comes and talks to her and nothing happens

+ semi-lucid superman flying. I'm outdoors in a farm-like setting in nature. I take off, and soon I fly right over the peaked roof of some building, and I run with my feet along the peak of the roof (there's a flat horizontal strip of metal/wood at the peak about 3-4 inches wide), I think while I do this I'm very stable and won't fall. Up ahead of me is a large tree, I'm flying quite slowly at this point and want to go faster, I thrust my fist forwards quickly for high speed flight, at first I'm still drifting towards the tree slowly, but in a few seconds speed picks up, and soon I'm flying at high speed over green farm fields below me; I do a barrel roll. Drawn to a distant hillside by a colorful beacon I see flashing underground (with super vision), to grave of the 2nd son of Krypton on earth. As I approach I hear a recording playing that says "Help me, Father! Father, help me!" over and over again on a phonograph buried in the tomb

In a room live with him, he was a jazz pianist but acquired a disease that deformed his hands so he can't play any more. His hands are drawn into tight fists, I look at them placed on the table in front of him. He can move then a little bit to show how he used to play on the piano. But he can play instruments like clarinet and sax. He's then standing up and plays some Dixieland jazz on the clarinet but he hides the instrument under a bandana so you can't see his knarled fingers while he plays.

+ on more stairs, I'm using tablet/laptop looking at racy pictures of girls, people come by and I try to blank the screen but can't. I'm sitting down in the stairwell with my back against the wall and some people come to talk to me?

+ I walk through a kitchen, see a stove, (there's my cat there?), I leave it through a small seated area back to a room where I started, there are two middle-aged women sitting at a table there, I move a low door out of my way and step gingerly over things in the tiny space, realize I went the wrong way and back out, closing the little sliding low "door" again, the women giggle and say something about me not needing to do that, I walk on.

Outside, I catch a glimpse through the window of a flash of fire in the kitchen I just walked out of. A bit later I look up and see a chimney on the room with a bit of fire flashing out, I think that's from the fire I saw in the window just a bit earlier.

My wife is arranging a group picture [IWL she always takes tons of pictures, telling people to pose, etc.]

+ (VERY vivid/present, "you mean that was a dream?!") I'm in a small building, looking out a first-floor window. A few meters outside the window is a pole with a 2-3 meter grey/black windsock on it. It it blowing in the wind. I'm watching it and thinking about how the wind fills it and blows it around. After a bit of watching it, a strong wind comes blowing from the left and fills the windsock and it is now blowing and pointing in a straight horizontal line to the right. I call out to people in the next room (to my left) that "There is a strong wind blowing from left to right, look!"