Morning of July 6, 2015. Monday.
This dream was mostly abstract, but did have a fully in-body scene in the last section. The main aspect relates to being angry about an unknown person cleaning up an area where I apparently had my belongings stored, though it is not clear if I had also been staying in the room. It is the house on Loomis Street that is seemingly implied yet again, but the (indoors-only) perspective is very distorted and somehow seen mostly only from ceiling level. At one clearer point, I am aware that there are three equidistant posts coming up from the floor, oriented east to west. This is vaguely similar to another dream (not recent) which featured one hitching post near the center of the room, and may be a play on receiving a letter - or even a post on the Internet (although it is possibly more likely to relate to the time when my wife first wrote to me, at least the first instance of the concept, including the play on being "hitched" - however, as exactly three people had contacted me regarding dreams lately there may be an association as such - that is - "three posts"). These posts seem a little more like unrealistically taller stakes for a game of horseshoes rather than the large hitching post in the previous dream. My last post referenced horseshoe magnets, so there may be some relevance there as well.
I notice that my supposed (though fictional) "belongings" are made up of numerous very small items, including small items of metal as well as plastic. Presently, after some of my items were discarded, which annoys me very much (as whoever it was had not asked or told me they were cleaning the room), everything left is randomly placed around the posts in nearly a perfect circle, though each pile only a few inches high. I am viewing all this from a rather vague disembodiment combined with several abstract shifts. I am not even aware of any other room or feature of the house at the time.
When my dream shifts and becomes less abstract, I am fully in-body and getting ready to get out of a car that has arrived on Loomis Street, seemingly having been driven by my brother-in-law. As I am leaving the car, I notice that the radio is still on, though not very loud. I "remember" that it is my duty to always turn off the radio when being the last one leaving the car (a situation that has never been relevant in real life). I reach over to the far right near where I had been sitting and flick down a switch that is just like a light switch. However, this does not turn off the radio but change it to a louder AM station (from FM) and with more static. Without touching that switch again, I then find a similar switch closer to the steering wheel (though still to my right). I flick this switch down as well and the radio goes off - and I also begin to wake.
Typically, it has mostly seemed throughout my life that trying to turn off a radio or light has something to do with the level of conscious focus or awareness in a dream (even when not lucid) or even trying to wake up (in "turning off the dream"). In this case, that evidence and resulting outcome is very direct and obvious. Additionally, driving a car or riding in one (depending on other aspects of course) probably relates to little more than the dreaming process itself (although if the dreamer is not the driver it is likely either a transient influence from that person or an emergent memory of that person).