Morning of August 23, 2014. Saturday.

I am back at the King Street boarding house (where I have not lived for over twenty years) as part of the recurring concept of being there “secretly” for the most part; that is, without the owners (who live downstairs), particularly the landlady, knowing I am there. This is usually due to not having lived there for awhile or not having paid rent for a month or more.

In this case though, it is a fictional room on the second floor. It is on the west side of the building, but immediately at the northwest corner, where the kitchen is in reality. It is also about twice the size of any of the real rooms. It seems very “real” in-dream though and does not seem like a mirror-image reversal (regarding the whole house being mirror-imaged in directional layout as dreams sometimes do) of the northeast room, as the northwest corner area seems like part of a normal room rather than part of a cupola (the corner being shaped as a partial polygon in reality) - and also as three windows go across the north wall in-dream. I do not notice any windows on the west wall. My brother Jim is alive again and visiting me. Dennis (still alive in reality) is also there. We are apparently watching television (which faces east and is somewhat near the center of the room) which seems to be an older episode of the original “Star Trek” series, but the picture is not that clear. After a time, I notice an antenna lead (the old flatter twin-lead type), somewhat coppery brown, going up and around the room and to the opposite corner and I am thinking it would be good if I was able to connect it to the television somehow. At this time, I notice that the room is very slightly L-shaped.

I also notice that, at the south wall, the antenna lead seems detached on one side but is also wrapped in packaging tape in the spliced area (thus, though the tape is holding the two leads together, one side is still detached under the tape). I am aware that this setup was done by the elderly landlord. (I do not remember in-dream that he had actually died over twenty years ago, as I had also gone to his funeral.) I cannot reach any of the lead, though, as most of it is attached along the highest parts of three walls near the ceiling.

I mention this idea about me connecting the lead somehow by placing a chair on the large table with metal legs (which is along the north wall) and Jim happily offers to do it instead. He places the chair on the table after climbing up on it and successfully pulls part of the lead down while standing on the chair (I am somewhat amazed by how strong the table is to support his weight without incident). I am able to get it to work, but “Star Trek” is ending and a different show comes on. It is an odd kid’s show called “Tellagogo” of which I vaguely seem to be aware of the spelling (though it might be better formed as “Telegogo” as a play on “television” - in fact, I have discovered this word actually exists but do not know anything about it). The dream soon loses cohesion after this.

It occurs to me that much of this dream may be symbolic to simply trying to “connect my senses” to wake up - as the television was on at the time in reality with my youngest son watching it. The lead being mostly disconnected on one side probably relates to my conscious mind still not “getting the signal” from the real world - the evidence is that the television show went from “Star Trek” (suggesting a fantasy world) to a kid’s show (which was actually on in the real world at the time - thus I was then waking from the dream successfully after more fully linking my conscious awareness).

This reminds me just a little of a dream of about twenty years ago where I had an audio loop going (on a digital sampler with a held down key by way of the cord over it and under the two opposite keys) that was designed to bring about lucidity in-dream. I became fully lucid in the resulting dream, but then spent the rest of the time trying to find the source of the sound to turn it off. I eventually found that it was behind a locked door in-dream (as part of a long hallway), and became so annoyed, I eventually woke up out of one of the more lucid dream states I have ever been in. Pure irony and hilarity.