All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day in the city of D, and I think that I was walking up the street by the C Elementary School.
In front of the bus stop and parking lot was the ruins of a small part of an old mobile home (a small part of the right side of the mobile home) that used to belong to a thin old man with dark-brownish colored skin who wore maybe a blueish colored baseball cap (hat) who used to sit outside and talk to people walking by who died many years ago, I had fake memories of this, and these memories were so real that I was confused in the dream and in the real world when I woke up later.
Even though I had memories of this, it seemed odd that the school and the man’s family would leave these ruins of his mobile home there all these years, and I started to wonder if my memories were even real because I started to partly remember real memories of this not being there.
My thinking got interrupted by my dad who arrived to maybe paint part of the bus stop for his job with the BP School Board, I remember talking with my dad about some of my memories, and I probably asked him why has the BP School Board and the C Elementary School and the man’s family not removed the ruins of the mobile home after all of these years.
I assumed that maybe it was just laziness but it looked so terrible and it was blocking part of the bus stop, and so that did not make sense to me as an excuse.
But I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
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