A Murder Mystery In England And Waking Up Grinding My Teeth?

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I can only barely remember part of one dream from last night that was inspired by an Agatha Christie’s Poirot mystery that I watched last night before going to bed very late and my memory of it is messed up because of the way that I woke up from the dream, and later I probably had one or more false awakening dreams where I thought that I had recorded my dream and posted it on my blog until I realized that this was not true/real and that it was just a dream after testing this by seeing if I could wake myself up which I did/could.

All that I can remember is sitting at some tables during the day near the parking lot near a street at a park that looked like W Park in the city of D, there were groups of mostly men or only men from various countries in Asia like China and Japan and South Korea sitting at the tables as well and maybe a few people from other countries, and they were divided in groups based on which country they came from/live/were born or where their parent’s/grandparent’s/ancestors came from/live/where born; and they had rivalries toward each other so they would often make fun of each other, have rap battles, and probably fight.

They were doing all of these things except for fighting as we sat at the tables and one of the men who reminded me of Bart Kwan from the YouTube channel JustKiddingFilms decided to start making fun of me and trying to have a rap battle with me for some unknown reason(s), he was angry at the others and so he decided to take his anger out on me it seemed, and I sat there calmly not saying anything but this seemed to make him even more aggressive/angry so he possibly even pushed me a few times until he finally finished letting all his anger out on me.

For some reason I did not try to defend myself even though I could have, I let him think that he had won, and I remember him laughing at me after he finished humiliating me; and this did bother me a bit, and so I tried to stay calm and not let it bother me but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The next part of the dream also took place during the day and I was in another country that I think was England or somewhere else in The United Kingdom (UK), I was staying at a hotel or apartment (probably hotel) of mostly people from different countries who were going to be on an extended stay in the country, and I remember somehow getting a job at a hospital or clinic.

I worked as an assistant to maybe a female doctor who was a somewhat older woman with whitish-colored skin with curly long reddish/orangish/brownish colored hair who wore maybe blueish colored scrubs, and I wore the same thing and she was a strong independent hard-working woman who was not afraid to tell you what the thought; and she was nice enough to give me a job probably after she somehow heard about my situation, and she felt that I had potential.

She gave me a chance to work and learn on the job as her assistant and possibly her potential future apprentice, I remember having to constantly follow her around as she moved from patient to patient, and she often had me do tasks as she explained them to me so that I could get lots of practice; and I think that some of the other workers at the hospital were surprised and maybe a bit jealous of how I, an outsider from another country who was not even a citizen with no experience in the medical field, was getting a chance to work and learn under probably the best/most respected doctor in their hospital.

I remember there being talk of murders/attacks happening in the city/country, this part of the dream probably took place over days/weeks, and one day after work the female doctor who I worked for left early maybe; and someone found her either dead or unconscious in the alley by the trash cans/dumpsters behind the hospital, and it was clear that she had been attacked by someone.

The police came to investigate and I remember the main detective, who was a man with whitish colored skin with brownish colored hair, taking me and all the other people staying at my hotel to a room inside the hotel to question us; and none of us would be allowed to leave until he figured out if any of us was the murderer or not who has been murdering/attacking people.

One of the people looked like Will Smith playing a crazed character who was out for revenge against someone in the country and so he kept returning to the country hoping to get his revenge, but the main detective kept stopping him and they even said/explained this in the dream; and Mr. Smith said that he would keep trying, no matter how many times it takes, and the main detective said that he would keep stopping him.

Another one of the people was a woman with dark-brownish/blackish-colored skin with long shiny blackish-colored hair, she seemed to know Mr. Smith and she was the voice of reason constantly trying to keep him under control/calm, and the few other people there were mostly or all from other countries as well; and the main detective questioned us all one-at-a-time in the same room as everyone watched/listened after he explained the case/situation to us.

Mr. Smith was the last person to be questioned and he got very angry and he jumped up walking around in anger, the woman who seemed to know him tried to calm him down but it did not work, the main detective said that we could leave now but that we could not leave the property of the hotel; and the angry Mr. Smith decided to take his anger on me by punching me in the face, I could have blocked or dodged the punch easily, but for some unknown reason(s) I once again decided to not defend myself (I think that one reason was that I wanted to see how I would handle a full power punch from an angry crazed person).

I let the punch hit me in my face from the side of my jaw, it did not hurt that much at first, but then as I opened and closed my mouth/jaw several times it felt that one of my bottom back teeth was possibly loose and about to fall out; and so I continued trying to move my mouth and feel the possibly loose tooth as people asked me if I okay, and the woman who knew Mr. Smith apologized to me.

It felt like my tooth was about to fall out and I accidentally woke up and it seemed that I was possibly grinding my teeth (bruxism) in the real world because my head was turned at an odd angle causing my mouth to be open and my teeth/jaw to be uneven, and it is possible that it felt that I was trying to straighten my jaw in the real world and while also following/doing the actions of/from my dream of me trying to see if my tooth was loose and about to fall out or not; but I am not sure, hopefully not, if so this is one of few or only times that I remember this happening.

Later I had one or more false awakening dreams of me recording (by voice and by telling another dream character (probably my brother GC) about this dream) this dream and I posted this dream on my blog, as I was reading the title of the post on my blog, I noticed that something was wrong with the title.

The title was in English, it made sense, and it was formatted like I normally format my titles but the title did not make sense based on the dream itself even though the title was grammatical/correct; and I started wondering why would I choose that as the title for my dream, and so I was going to edit it but then I wondered if this was a false awakening dream.

I decided to test this by seeing if I could wake myself up so that I could know that this was a dream, which was a stupid idea because then I would be awake and not able to enjoy having a lucid dream, but I tried this stupid idea and it worked because I woke up instantly; but then I was awake and I missed the chance to have fun in a lucid dream, and eventually I went back to sleep and I woke up again later.

The end,

-John Jr