Morning of July 7, 2015. Tuesday.
This dream starts out vividly and realistically and is still fairly consistent in perception by the time it decays into total senselessness. Presently, I only have some guesses on what the causes and associations are, which will probably dawn on me later (or be resolved as more precise visual precognition) as is usually the case.
It starts out like a typical imposer dream. The setting is our present house on W Street, though there is a slight change in the layout relative to size mostly. My wife is sitting near the front window (otherwise sewing I think, though the sewing machine is in the living room in reality) where there is more of a view of the neighbor's house. I notice that the fence design is different. The thinner wooden planks had supposedly been horizontal (rather than vertical as in reality) but are now mostly decayed and lying on the ground. However, the first section of fence about three feet into the front yard division is still standing and made of brick - and is at least five feet high. There is a group of at least four young males. One of these males steps over the rotted planks into our front yard and this imposition immediately annoys me. I am thinking of going out and making sure they stay where they belong, but he goes back on his own. I speak about continuing the front part of the fence by putting more bricks in (not thinking about any cost or what it will take).
From here, I am concerned about the longevity of our wooden house. These thoughts do not result in any threatening event (or dream-maker trigger) even though I consider the possibility of parts of the ceiling falling on us. Diverse features of the ceiling and the angles and differences in height in different areas are far more complex than in reality.
I am outside for a short time. I notice that one section of the sky to my right is different than that to my left - a very distinct green color, which makes me think a really bad storm is on the way - perhaps a tornado (even though the sky to my left to the west seems normal and calm).
I go into our house, concerned about the possibly approaching bad weather. As I shut the front door, there is resistance and a pulling sensation and I think that it might be an imposing neighbor trying to get in to assault someone or burglarize, though it turns out that the door will not fully shut due to a large circular (slightly wreath-like) clump of grass being blown into the doorway above the doorknob and being stuck between the door and door frame at about shoulder level (mostly due to my closing the door so quickly that the grass did not have time to fall, the additional pull being caused by the wind). However, I do manage to get it closed. From here, I join Zsuzsanna and our youngest son, and the inside of our house then seems longer, though narrower, north to south, almost hall-like. There is soon a very eerie and human-like low-pitched howling of the wind, which we first think may be an old man or creature moaning just outside the front door. We end up still running, but in a sort of playful manner upon realizing the circle of grass stuck in the closed door is making a feature to cause sound to amplify and phase in this way.
The next scene involves other people being in our house, apparently by permission or just random passive characters coming into existence. Regardless of the weather concern, I sit down to consider a very large game board (about three feet by about one and a half feet) that has several different simultaneous game scenarios at once (though seemingly not at all related to each other). I take it apart (the board seems to have small joints whereby smaller sections connect), separating a section that appears to have some sort of Egyptian strategy game in progress (so that the other sections of the board displaying different cultures and battle scenarios do not distract from the seemingly individual game). The two buildings in the opposition look more like ziggurats than pyramids, though. I do not really reflect on why a person or group of people would have so many different things going on at the same time on the same game board. I am not interested in playing it now with anyone and go on to something else.
An older male sits on the couch (its position has changed; it is perpendicular to its location in reality; it faces east in-dream rather than north), apparently talking to a young Ava Gardner (December 24, 1922-January 25, 1990) - probably related to the fact that my wife had checked out a "Perry Mason" DVD set in real life (thus a distorted Erle Stanley Gardner association). I am not sure what the scenario is; perhaps he is coaching her in her acting, though he is seemingly her agent. I go over and then notice that she is dressed in somewhat lacy black and is sitting back with her arms back (and knees up) on the floor. For some incomprehensible reason, I grab her heels and lift them slightly. She then transforms into a Tweety Bird foil balloon (shaped like Tweety Bird in frontal silhouette), about three feet long. I still end up whacking the balloon by her "feet" (the balloon of which is still somehow her) against the floor (though I am not even focused on why) with a slight wariness I probably should be doing something else.
