Morning of March 28, 2015. Saturday.
This was a long meandering dream though it ends on an interesting note. It is partly a typical imposing neighbors dream. I am not sure where my family and I are living. It seems a bit like the Barolin Street house but also features more and larger rooms and an unusual layout. At one point, there is a knock on the front door and I see that it is a (unfamiliar) man and his young son. Eventually, there are several people I do not know having some sort of get-together in our home, though I do not express any anger at any point.
There is a room which I take to be the kitchen but which features something unfamiliar - some sort of slightly protruding oval panels (though with additional scroll-like and two-step-like outer areas on each edge) with a large fancy hook in the center of each in a row of about six, the overall colors being white and silver but with some small flower decals here and there. However, I notice a lot of dust and dirt on them and around random areas of the wall and feel I need to clean the house. The other people being around, though, makes the prospect a bit annoying.
At a later point, I am cleaning a different room, seemingly the first and main room from the front door, but it also has kitchen features - including a sink and long counter. I throw out a (possibly leftover) dinner that is almost an entire lasagna - due to the potential that it may have gotten dish soap (as well as dust and dirt) into it at having been on the counter near the sink for awhile, as well as having been underneath some plates and miscellaneous items. This scene repeats (in a perpendicular area from the first) but I decide it may not be a good idea to throw out the second one (at least yet) due to wasting money (and the uncertainty of whether or not it is “ruined” or inedible).
There are some conversations that I do not remember possibly relating to the layout of the house and relatives in America. I go outside and it seems to be early afternoon at this point. The grass in the yard is fairly long in parts but all very dry and mostly brown and powdery. I mention something about mowing but a visiting neighbor does not seem concerned about the longer but mostly dried-up lawn and says something about how it would be hard to clean up at this time and that I should probably wait. I tell him that I will use shears to trim it all, and it seems I will actually be doing this soon. I have clearer in-dream focus here but my dream shifts again.
Now it seems to be very early morning (about an hour before sunrise) and I feel a nice cool breeze when going onto the porch and comment on it, saying how good it is. At this point, my dream takes on the “nostalgic watching the sky” focus. From my right to my left, I see a “parade” in the sky of continuous very large shapes above the horizon. They are seemingly not clouds but some sort of holographic pattern. Every one is different. I see what looks like ocean liners, trucks, buses, even buildings moving across the sky (though at first, the designs were more abstract until I began watching more closely). I start to continuously say “wow” and “look at this”. The effect is obviously not natural (at least in conscious afterthought) though I do not really contemplate what the source may be - thinking that it is very rare and wondrous and perhaps not even man-made. After several of these very large (often squarish) “clouds” pass by, a neighbor comes out and watches upon hearing my continuous loud vocalizations expressing amazement.
Eventually, an unknown female comes out; possibly the man’s wife. One of their children is also outside at this point. A new shape appears in the sky that resembles a person (in silhouette) in some sort of static Martial Arts stance. Most of the larger forms have stopped - this shape remaining in the same area above the horizon. The female begins to talk about how she remembers this from her older Martial Arts classes. Somehow, she is then “standing” in the sky (not a giant, but the perspective and distance orientation being way off at this point compared to just previously). She somehow manipulates this “cloud” by doing slower Martial Arts moves, almost “wearing” the “cloud” at times - other times “standing” beside it. Even after this, I do not become lucid or suspect anything unusual. This goes on until my dream fades.