Dream 1

I barely remember part of two dream fragments from last night, with the first dream fragment taking place during the day in a city like the city Stilwater on the video game Saints Row 2, and I was driving around picking up people & I would drop them off where they needed to go like a taxi or something, but I am not sure what my automobile looked like.

I had a mini-map like on a video game and each person had a dot icon to represent them, some people had white dots, and these people seemed to be people who were on their way to a protest and/or to complete a mission of some kind; some of these people told me a bit about their situations, but I can not remember what they said.

I do know that the people with white dots were more serious & focused, and when I picked up someone the mini-map would show me where to drop them off.

So I drove around picking up people and dropping them off for most of the dream, but that is all that I can remember.

Dream 2

My last dream fragment involved me driving to a Walmart-like store during the day in a fictional city to help my mom grocery shop.

I went around the store pushing the buggy/shopping cart for my mom & helping get stuff, and then I stood in line with my mom.

I remember reading and/or hearing and/or seeing and/or talking with my mom about the Olympics, and I remember seeing scenes of gymnastics & maybe another sport; and there was a scene of a female gymnast who competed even though she was hurt, and there were a few other scenes.

At some point it was almost our turn at the cash register and my mom asked me to look at the medicated powder on a shelf near the cash register to see how much it cost, but I woke up as I was about to do this.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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