Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved the characters from the television series Homeland, Carrie Mathison and her boss Otto Düring, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
This dream was possibly part of the dream after this but I am not sure, so I will type it as a separate dream, and all that I can remember of this dream is that it involved a plaguebearer probably from the More Fun With Pestilence quest from the video game Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines.
On the upper floor of an apartment building that I possibly lived in, there was a man who lived on one of the upper floors who had a lot of martial arts posters in his apartment, and I guess he got infected by the plaguebearer and he died; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 3
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was working for/helping the actor Sylvester Stallone with an unknown job inside a nice small multi-story hotel with whitish/grayish colored carpet/walls/ceilings, there was a young man with whitish colored skin working for/helping Mr. Stallone as well, and this young man was possibly his son or a family member or someone he knew or someone like that but I am not sure.
I remember that it was night and so we were going to go to sleep in one of the hotel rooms and wake up early the next morning and then leave, we went to sleep on separate narrow beds or daybeds or something like that, and we woke up early the next morning; but Mr. Stallone said that he was sleeping good so that we could all go back to sleep instead of waking up early, and so we went back to sleep instead of leaving the hotel.
We woke up again later and I guess that we were going to leave the hotel, I remember sitting in the hotel lobby among other people waiting for some reason that I can not remember, and I assume that I was checking us out of the hotel; and I think that Mr. Stallone and the young man left while I handled checking us out of the hotel because I do not remember seeing them again in this dream.
There was a woman with brownish colored skin with somewhat dry but moisturized or greased long blackish colored hair in an interesting unknown natural fashion-conscious hairstyle dressed conservatively but fashion-conscious(ly) (if that is even a word) like someone who was into fashion had done her hair/dressed her/and possibly did her makeup (if she had any on) sitting in the lobby near me with a girl who was either her daughter or sister or a family member or someone like that, they both seemed to be from a conservative possibly mostly Islāmic country in either Asia (Middle East) or Africa, and I remember greeting the woman and we exchanged smiles and a few short words.
We both seemed to be a bit shy and cautious but interested/curious in/about each other, we wanted to talk more with each other but we each waited for the other to say something first, but neither of us said anything else to each other because we were both shy and cautious; but we did think about each other, and so when we went our separate ways we did not think that we would see each other again.
For some reason that I can not remember I ended up staying at the hotel instead of checking out, so the next day when I was walking through the lobby I saw the woman and the girl to my surprise, and I was happy to see them again because this was my chance to try to talk to the woman this time; and so I greeted them in the lobby, and I sat down to talk with them among the other people sitting down in the lobby.
I reminded the woman that we had briefly talked yesterday and that I was surprised to see her again, she remembered me and she was also surprised, and she was also happy to see me again; and I started the conversation in French for some unknown reason, the woman could speak French, but I struggled at first trying to figure out which words in French to use and the woman had to help me.
This helped to break the ice/make us relax and then I switched back to English and we started to have a good conversation, one think that I remember is that she told me that her country/family/culture had very strict rules (especially for women), and that her family are the ones who had done her hair/dressed her/possibly did her makeup (if she had any on) et cetera.
She said that she was not very fashion conscious and that she liked simple clothing, natural hairstyles, no makeup, et cetera; and so how she looked now was because this is how her family had wanted her to look, and this is how they had prepared her themselves whether she liked it or not.
I complimented the work that her family did and I told her that I was also not fashion conscious and that I also liked the things that she had mentioned, I complimented her for her likes, and we continued our conversations on different topics learning more about each other.
At some point it was getting late and the woman invited me to her hotel room, she told me that it was against the rules of her country/family/culture for an unmarried woman like her to be talking alone to a man and that it was also against the rules for her to invite me to her hotel room alone, but she was going to do it anyway; but she wanted me to avoid drawing attention to us, and so I agreed.
I went to her hotel room to continue our conversation, the girl went with us as well (she joined our conversations sometimes as well), and we continued to have great conversations and we both seemed to be attracted to each other and very interested in each other and we were very similar to each other and we seemed like a good match; and at some point it was night, and to my surprise the woman invited me to spend the night in their hotel room even though that was also against the rules.
Once again we needed to avoid drawing attention to ourselves or telling other people about this and I agreed, I probably was going to sleep on the couch, and we continued having great conversations; but I woke up.
Dream 4
All that I can remember of this dream is that it possibly involved the same woman from the other dream or a woman who reminded me of her, it seems that we were both moving into the same college dorm room on the upper floor of a college dorm building, and it seemed that we were going to be sharing the dorm room with some other people as well (at least 4 or more other people).
We were happy to see each other and we looked forward to living in the same dorm room but we had rather lived alone together instead of sharing the dorm room with a group of unknown college students, the dorm room was surprisingly large and felt more like an apartment or house, and the walls/floor/ceiling were made of wood; but the dorm was in bad condition, and we wondered was it even considered livable.
There were parts of the floor and walls and ceiling that were damaged and missing wood, the woman and I tried to decide if we should even bother moving our stuff in because we were not sure if the dorm room was livable and we were not sure about our roommates/suite-mates yet, and at some point it started raining outside but we could not see this because there were no windows but I could hear it and some of the water was leaking into the dorm room.
We talked to our roommates trying to learn more about them and trying to decide if we should talk to the college about our dorm room, but suddenly police arrived to start searching us like they expected to find something illegal; but they did not find anything, and then inspectors from the college came to inspect our dorm room while the police were still there.
Part of the ceiling and floor collapsed as rain poured into the dorm room, the inspectors told us that this dorm room was not livable so we could not stay in it, and so we had to leave to another area; but we were not sure if they were going to find us another room or not, and so we waited.
There were groups of other college students hanging out in this area, mostly athletes and cheerleaders and popular students, and I remember them verbally bullying and insulting some of us; but they did not try to physically attack us, probably because they knew that I could probably beat them in a fight, and because even though they were being mean to us I tried to be nice and talk with them normally.
We had no idea if we would get a new dorm room or not, we were not sure if we were supposed to wait or go talk to the college or not, and so our future was unclear; and so I was not sure if the woman and I would get to live in the same dorm room or not, and these interruptions and people had prevented us from spending much time together but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
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