I dreamt either I or someone very close was living in a onestorey flat with hardwood floors, painted white inside and out. in a beach community. I think it was my place. there was a chaise lounge chair next to the window to the right of the door. to the left of the door was the dining area and lots of windows. the dining area opened out to a patio area that someone at the door could see into if they stood on their toes and looked over.

we had a party and there was lots of nitrous. it was in the afternoon, and I was concerned that people could be seen through the windows from the street, especially whoever was sitting in the chaise lounge. I had to run to the nearby store and checked for noise and visibility from the outside, and found to my surprise and satisfaction it was not too loud and whoever was in the chaise lounge sank into it past the point of visibility.

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time passed. Clara came over, and going to help me organize these boxes. what was weird is that it was Clara but the phenotype was an Indian woman, who had a darker coloration across her abdomen. we pulled out this one box and started talking about my parents. in the box were a bunch of strange cutout dolls. like a man and a woman dressed in formal wear; out of their backs was a long, sickle-shaped piece of cardboard. the idea was one could hold the cardboard and move the dolls about, like stiff puppets. the female dolls looked like my mom in some of her stage clothes. the male doll was your normal guy-in-a-tux like off a wedding cake. there were 3 or 4 pairs of various sizes, the largest being about 6" tall.

we talked and I explained about my mom to Clara, and she asked about my dad. I started talking about my dad being a test pilot (??? and part of my brain went but but but) and she questioned that. underneath the top stuff, the box was very well organized, and we came across some insignia for my dad's messdress uniforms. they were dark blue and shaped like Nazi collar tabs. some were blank and some had insignia that were incomprehensible to us.

the side of the box had these strange shirt/jumpsuit things. oh; these were the messdress uniforms for my dad and his wing of test pilots. they were dark blue (matching the collar tabs) but not the dark military blue the AF or Navy has. they had the guys' names sewed in (or patches?) over the left breast, in thread almost the same blue as the material. the font was all angular like you'd see on a toy. one of the names, the front one, was Tgeisel. I didn't catch the other named but none of them were my (dad's in reality). my dad's uniform was the back one.