A house in a city. Are my parents living here? A stairway leads down from the front door into a kitchen area. Dad comes back from sone work night - reminiscent of his RAF days. He is drunk but quite merry.
Waking in my room. Did Dad come back or did I dream it? I cannot tell. What is real? A creepy feeling.
I dream I am lucid dreaming. It does not feel it was a true lucid dream - but getting there. My movements are strange - a sign perhaps I am in a dream? I open the front door and go outside. It is night. A sudden shock - something is there, and then it is not. Something flying, or suspended in the air. Two autumn leaves, joined together like wings. I walk the streets and try to control the dream but am not able to.
On my bed? Playing with a rack of bookmarks that have come into the charity shop my Mum works in. I am pleased by this. I have all these bookmarks! I marvel at the detail of my dream.
Aunts and relatives come in, I cluding my Nan, silent, who died 12 years ago. The actor Jon Pertwee is among them. I hug my Aunt Sarah and she tells me about her medical problems.
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