"Dr. Quantum's" house/flying

[being human]

attempted lucid dreams through suggestion 'I will have lucid dreams.'

Apparently I took a road trip...it felt as tho I had.
I ended up at this house...which later I see that
it is 2 trailers stacked on top of each other.
Its white.
What I feel is supposed to be Fred Alan Wolf or
Dr Quantum as hes known...is at the doorway.
This man looks little like Fred.
Hes taller than I...with a gray and black beard.
short gray and black hair.
He looks....lonely....and a little creepy.
We proceed to go inside.
The place on the inside is nothing like a trailer.
It is enormous with doorways and stairs and everywhere.
Just when I think Ive seen the place...there appears to be
entrances or crawl spaces or rooms...everywhere.
One room just leads up or down or through into another room.
We are discussing quantum theory.
I remember mentioning the Seth Material to him...
I dont remember my questions or his answers but I remember
that the answers were very strange and had little to do with
the subject.
Its like he continually diverted the topics to something else.
The house was cluttered big time and it was dark inside.
This guy is becoming more and more creepy to me.
Apparently I decide to stay the night and we go towards
a bed room.
When we get there there is what appears to be xmas ornaments
and decorations of sorts all over the bed and in the floor.
A scraggly lookin black cat with bright yellow eyes and sideways pupils lunges at me
and I think it maybe scratched my leg.
He calms the cat and we clear the bed off.
*shift*
Im in the bed.
Its darker now.
The blanket is white with some darker colored design littering it.
Just about then "Fred" does the unthinkable and
attempts to crawl in bed with me.
Im like" What are you doing Fred?"
He just continues to climb in bed with me.
I freak out and get out of bed.
I head towards the living room.
He follows.
*shift*
Now there is glass on the floor...busted glass...
he is rising up off the floor...
He is cut...very badly.
He has cuts all over his chest and shoulders.
And a fucking huuge laceration on his right tricep.
Its gaping. Its white and deep and I can see muscle.
But the muscle is white.
There is no blood coming from the wound yet.
I freak and start looking for my phone.
Hes bleeding badly now and I find my phone.
I dial 911 and it actually works for once.
I tell her...I need medical assistance or some shit like that...
I tell her we need an ambulance.
I ask Fred what the address is and he tells me but I cant
remember it at all.
The operator hangs up.
*shift*
My friend Greg is in the house and he
is talking to me like Ive done something wrong I think.
He vanishes before long.
*shift*
Im coming out what appears to be the back of his house.
Im in the yard and it looks very familiar...like my boy Brucie's yard.
Thats when I notice the house is two stacked trailers.
*shift*
Im floating upwards.
I dont feel the usual bubbling water sensation below me tho.
I got that same feeling of anticipation as I do every time I start floating.
I have my hands out to my sides like Jesus..lol...
I float up to about 60 of 80 feet.
Fred is lookin at me from the back of the house.
Things get blurry...I land and float about 4 times.
One time I float and I decide to fly...and I dart for the stars...
but I dont get far...
It gets blurry....
I remember feelin like I was showin off.
*shift*
Im back in the living room.
"Fred" appears to be bandaged up little.
The house is full of people.
Aggressive people.
They all looked like Mexicans.
They were actin a fool and giving me a hard time.
Then I woke up.