Early this morning I was in a convertible car with someone driving.  He had dark skin. It was a sunny day.  I turned to him and asked who he was.  I told him I was having a lucid dream.  His head shrank, cartoonishly.  And then it stretched to a very long, thin, hot-dog shape.  Later I was standing beside a house, probably my grandmother’s house, and I saw a church across the street.  There was a storm brewing behind it and lots of lightning.

Later I had a second dream in which I was in “my apartment”, reminiscent of the apartment on Lyon, white paint on the walls, but different.  I flew outside and I was very happy I was flying.  I flew higher and higher until the earth became a round image around me, I was thinking it might be generated by fractals.  Then I flew as high as I could but there were some power lines.  I didn’t feel so bad when I woke up.  I thought the power lines might be angels.