I slept pretty well last night considering that it was hotter than normal but I got awakened from a dream suddenly by my alarm clock and I had to get up early to go do something, this and the heat and sweating and having to use the bathroom caused me to forget most of my dreams, and so I now I barely remember part of two dreams; and I have forgotten most of those two dreams as well unfortunately.
The first dream took place at my parent’s house in the city of D during the day and at some point I was in my parent’s yard with my family (except for my brother CC) and a fictional friend of one of my brothers, it was a nice and clear sunny day, and we were having a good time outside; but suddenly something strange happened in the sky where we heard a strange somewhat scary sound like a Reaper spaceship from the Mass Effect video game series and I remember seeing several maybe reddish/blackish colored Reaper-like spaceships (but smaller and faster than a normal Reaper spaceship) in the sky, and something happened that I can not remember that terrified me or for some unknown reason(s) I was terrified.
I remember yelling for my family to get inside the house and to lock the doors and windows, I was very worried about their safety and I remember making sure that everyone made it inside the house, and I checked all the doors to make sure that they were locked; and someone had forgotten to lock the back door, and so I locked it.
We turned on the TV and/or radio and they were talking about the spaceships and the military, either fighting had started already or it was probably going to start, and for unknown some reason(s) a lot of unknown people in the neighborhood were standing around outside my parent’s house near the doors and windows in their yard looking up at the sky; and so maybe some of the Reaper-like spaceships were broadcasting audio talking to the people or something like that, but I am not sure.
All that I know is that I was expecting the worst, almost like I somehow somewhat knew what was going on/what was going to happen or I just assumed what was probably going to happen, and I wondered how my family and I were going to survive against what I was assuming to be aliens and wild humans fighting/attacking each other in the chaos (especially with us being low-income(d)/lower-class); and I wanted to avoid fighting but I felt that we would probably eventually have to fight the aliens and other humans to survive.
I wonder if I had a vision of some of the things that might happen and/or if the news/radio were predicting certain things and/or something like that because something caused me to be somewhat terrified and expecting the worst, and I was trying to figure out the best way to help my family and I survive because the situation seemed bad; but I forgot most of this dream, and that is all that I can remember.
In the second/last dream I remember being inside my grandfather’s house in the living room and someone knocked on the door and so I answered it, and at the door was a woman with whitish colored skin with long maybe orangeish/brownish colored hair wearing a light-colored suit with dress skirt(?) with a camera crew; and it seemed that maybe she had a reality television show.
She explained to me that she made books for the dead/books about a dead person’s life using all the information that she could find about the person, it seemed that her possible reality TV show allowed her to go around helping people by making books for/about their dead family members, and she explained to me the process of trying to find all the information that she could about the dead person (talking to people who knew them, newspaper stories, journals, things they shared online, images, audio, video, et cetera and it seemed like she spent a lot of time investigating the person’s life-like a detective to make sure that she properly portrayed them/their life).
I think that she showed me the most recent book that she made for a dead person, who was a tall thin young man with whitish colored skin with short blondish colored hair with a bowl-style haircut, and the book was a thick brownish/reddish colored hardcover(ed) and maybe leather-like book.
I think that she would make the books to represent a person, as a record of a person, so that person would not be forgotten, et cetera; and she probably felt that everyone deserved/should have a book made for/of/about them when they died.
I can not remember why she came to my grandfather’s house or where my grandfather was or anything else about the dream because I forgot most of the dream, unfortunately, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.