FryingMan

No recording during the night, so earlier dreams area bit fuzzy, but they were definitely also vividly experienced.

+ riding some powered sled with my wife, on snowy hills, we're sort of spinning out on the turns, I try to bring it under control. We're then inside some place, like the lobby of a motel, two twin young men are there with short black hair, we say something to them and talk with the staff there a little, those twins are a bit strange.

+ in the (underground) basement of childhood home, hey I can see out to the garden from here from under the house, I go out to the garden, look back at the house and notice that the hole is huge, anybody could walk in there, I should repair that. Neighbor boy PG my age is there, grown, and with a long thick black beard, his parents are there too, I go and shake his hand.

+ to the side of busy traffic road, cops walk past me to interrogate a guy on a motorcycle, he's starting to shake uncontrollably from being nervous, he's claiming everything is fine but the cops's questions are pointed, and the guy ends up admitting more and more fault ("Yeah, it's not my motorcycle, but my friend let me ride it! Honest!" and so on like that). I'm relieved they didn't stop and question me. [WBTB residue! I looked out the window during a waking and saw two cops questioning and searching a shady charater]. I cross the busy street and continue my escape down some stairs, the stairway bends and turns and there are strange metal struts framing all the walls, I'm getting the feeling I'll be trapped here, but I miraculously find an exit back up to above ground and go out. I see my wife in the distance waving to me and smiling, she's really happy to see me, we go on to do other things [forgot].

+ in (the park of childhood neighborhood?) I see a man who I know has been helping me throughout (my dreams?). I say "sorry to take up so much of your time." He answers "yeah, it's taken pretty much all day." I start to think I may be shared dreaming with him! I get very excited and ask him "Hey did I earlier tell you all about a motorcycle? [earlier dream]" and he said yes and starts telling a story, as he does this I have a DO view above a road in wooded hills with traffic below. Then I'm with some girl (unseen) who's moving besides me and talks about flying. I ask her, amazed, if she can *actually* fly. She says that if you practice visualizing it then it (seems real?). At this point we're flying DO over a forest landscape for a while, enjoying the view.

+ driving in a car in old CA neighborhood (MR, ML?), I'm thinking about our foreign visitors who've been staying with us [false memory]. I think we should go up to my folk's house, but I wonder if the trip there and back would be too tiring for our guests. I'm trying to think how long they've been here and when they need to return home, I realize it's probably at least a week away.

On the curb outside someone's house I notice a big red S is planted there, it is the "S" from the logo of a Safeway store. It sort of looks like a dollar sign? Sort of surprised by this.

Back in "our house" I hear the voice of my son S1, he sounds very excited and in fact a bit tipsy/drunk. He's talking very animatedly with his friends in another room. I want to go see what they're up to. I approach a set of white double doors, open them, and enter the room. S1 is sitting on the floor with two friends, I say "Hi!" [in a foreign language], and S1 says "Hey, dad, what are you up to!?" I say "I just came in for a drink." Then I'm standing over him and he now seems as he was about 9-10 years old. There's a little mini-fridge next to us and it's open and I see two tall bottles, son S1 is being very friendly and says "here dad, you could have this guava juice." I see there is also a bottle of ginger ale there.

My wife is trying to organize some board games on the floor of this living room area, I notice a bunch of boards and pieces of paper and things there.

I'm holding a bottle of soda and walking through the living room opening it, it starts to fizz over wildly so I quickly close the cap and open it slowly, letting out the gas pressure a little by little.

My sons are talking about the young chess player DN. They're saying he got into [my childhood home's] high school or university there. He's very famous, all the bloggers are talking about him. I wistfully think that if my kids had only applied themselves more they could have been successful chess players as well. Son S1 is standing at the counter with me and is saying "I lost my other one, like usual." I see he's holding a chess game's score sheet, and ask where the other one is. "I lost it, I told you." he says.