All that I can remember of this dream is that the end of the dream took place during the day, Nathan (Nate) Fisher from YouTube was driving a school bus with a high school sports team on it (athletes and cheerleaders) down a highway to a sporting event, and the highway somewhat reminded me of the highway and bridge from the city of WL to the city of LC by the beach.
After driving off the bridge to a small exit/road near plants, a cheerleader fell off the school bus, but Nate could not hear or see this because I think that some of the cheerleaders had been hanging onto the outside of the bus; and the cheerleader fell on her feet safely, and she ran behind the bus screaming and trying to catch up.
Fortunately the parking lot for the sporting event was close and so the cheerleader was able to catch up after the bus parked, there were many other sports teams and their coaches arriving, and they heard and saw the cheerleader running and screaming hysterically to the parking lot; and so a few coaches and some athletes followed her to see what was wrong.
The cheerleader approached Nate and he learned what had happened, the coaches and athletes who followed her heard this as well, and the coaches called the police or for help; and so they waited on them to arrive, and then magically I was there and I do not remember seeing Nate anymore.
The athletes with the coaches who followed the cheerleader were some of my former male classmates like my former male classmates AC and PM, I remember talking with them as we waited, and I remember having two jackets/coats with one being my blackish colored pea coat; and I had left them in the driver’s seat of the school bus, and my former classmate AC put one of the jackets on.
I put my pea coat on and then another one of my former classmates started to shock me with static electricity for fun a few times, I remember going to sit in the back seat of a car, and a man who was like The Joker was there with the others and he had a male assistant/follower who looked a bit like maybe a broken/tortured Nightwing who was trying to be like The Joker.
The Joker started attacking me with a stun gun for fun, he was laughing as he did it, and it hurt a bit and it was causing my muscles to weaken and get harder to control; and it was messing with my brain causing me to have a hard time thinking, and I was getting close to loosing consciousness.
He was not going to stop and I was losing control of my muscles and I was close to losing consciousness so I decided to defend myself, I think that someone came to help me as well, but I can not remember what happened; and the next thing that I can remember is something that was like a fictional season of Luther or something that somewhat reminded me of Luther because the actor Idris Elba and Ruth Wilson were in it.
Ruth Wilson was playing an Alice Morgan-like woman or Alice Morgan and her and Mr. Elba seemed to either be an actor and actress going around using disguises and their acting skills to help people and solve mysteries or they were investigators/detectives undercover pretending to be an actor and actress; either way they were trying to help people, and they seemed to be undercover.
They were standing outside during the day, maybe not far from the area where I was and maybe I walked over to where they were, and Mr. Elba was speaking English with an African accent; and him and Mrs. Wilson were trying to help some people, but I can not remember what was happening exactly.
I just know that things worked out in the end, and I woke up.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, I remember my mom and I standing in a parking lot talking to a male police officer who my mom knew, and some other people.
The police officer had a box of old items from the police station, old clothing (not uniforms) and other things, and he gave some of it to maybe a homeless man; and before my mom and I left by automobile the police officer gave us the box of old stuff for us to keep what we want and give the rest to people in need.
We thanked him and we drove away, later in the day we learned that the police officer who gave us the box of old stuff was dead, and we assumed that one or more other police officers/people had murdered him; and we assumed that it had something to do with the old box of stuff, and we assumed that it possibly contained something that they wanted to keep hidden or have destroyed.
No one had seen him give us the box of old stuff but someone probably saw him give some of the items to the homeless man, if he ended up dead too, we would know that our assumption(s) were correct; and that we were in danger if they found out that we had the box of old stuff.
I woke up as we tried to decide what to do.