Morning of October 1, 2014. Wednesday.

In my first dream of a series on this date, the location seems unclear although my mother is alive and is sorting various things that normally would not be mixed together in such a hodgepodge, including miscellaneous photographs, cutouts from magazines and newspapers (both mine and hers), documents featuring my affirmations, loose pages from my handmade dream journals (larger binder types), letters, and so on. Later, I have a dream within a dream and a false awakening back into my original dream. It involves getting a fictional idea from my dream within my dream and then attempting to make it work in my original (main, first) dream.

Firstly, I have a small bag of marbles that I think I can get to fly simply by putting a handmade toy-helicopter-rotary-like piece (possibly made from wire or from a toy helicopter) into the top when closed and then twisting it around and letting it go (vaguely similar to putting a stronger rubber-band around two pencils or chopsticks and winding one around so that they spin or “dance”). The rotary is only about the size of the palm of my hand. I try it several times and it actually lifts and hovers for a very short time each time but basically does not work and mostly seems a result of just flipping about from the surface of the bed and onto the floor. I then get the idea that it would work if the small bag was lighter, so I take out the marbles and fill it with fluff (pillow stuffing, I think). It goes a bit farther but still does not actually fly or result in the rotary “unwinding” (to cause it to “fly”) for more than a second or two.