I am not sure how many dreams there were last night and which dream fragments go together, and so I will separate them as separate dreams.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved my dead grandfather CE, I think that he was alive again and as usual I probably did not realize that he was supposed to be dead, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that most of my family (my parent’s and some of my brothers) and I were at a hotel-like building on an upper floor at some point in the dream, maybe we were on vacation or somewhere to visit someone (maybe my brother CC and his family), but I can not remember.
It was possibly evening or night at this point but I can not remember, I just remember talking with some of my family in a room when I kept hearing a strange maybe swishing (swooshing)-like sound and/or a hard to describe sound, and then I found a broken area along the bottom of a wall in the room that went down in the ground with dirt and some incomplete or damaged parts of the building.
The sound was coming from this broken area that went down below the floor near us, and then I saw a small dark (maybe dark brown) object that was moving and making the noise so I moved in for a closer look.
It was alive and then I realized that it was possibly a scorpion to my surprise, it seemed to be trying to sting me with its stinger and that is what was making the noise as it kept quickly swinging its stinger, and I moved even closer for a closer look.
I was wearing my brown leather Rockport shoes and I got too close to the scorpion, I moved my foot to avoid its stinger, but I was not sure if it stung me or not.
I started to feel something on one of my feet like maybe I did get stung, eventually I took off one of my shoes, and then I saw that I did get stung through my shoe and it hit my foot.
Eventually it started to swell and I started to feel strange, and so it seemed that I would have to go to the hospital.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember is that I was working for a company inside a maybe house-like building, and we were mining two types of materials (minerals) or whatever to apply to one or more of our products.
One of these materials (minerals) or whatever was a rock/metal-like material that had a green glow that would possibly add a green glow to our products, and the other was just a normal rock/metal-like material that would add one or more special properties that I can not remember to our product or products.
So during the dream I was helping to mine for these materials and was maybe helping check and test them and other business related things, there was more to this dream, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in maybe a fictional version of the city of D, I remember being with some people, and then I remember being maybe alone and walking near downtown by the traffic lights by the old First B Church building that is now being turned into a courthouse except I was across the street closer to the gas station on the right.
Something happened like a part from the film Bastille Day (which was a fun little action movie that I recommend renting one day to watch at least once for a bit of fun and action on rainy day or something) where maybe I went to throw or leave an object in the trash or on the ground, but then there was an explosion that happened as I walked away that made it look like I was the one responsible like I was a terrorist or something.
I do not think that it was intentional and I am not even sure if it was me or not, it seemed like maybe a bomb blast but I am not sure what it was, I just knew that I and the people who were with me earlier in the dream would probably be blamed for the explosion (especially if there were any cameras or witnesses who saw me throw away or leave an object right before the explosion).
There were people driving by as this all happened, I assumed that someone had to see me, and that the police would come and arrest me and the people I knew so I started trying to sneak away instead of staying to explain the situation to the police.
I was afraid and I did not think that anyone would believe me, I felt that the police would blame me regardless, and so I started leaving hoping that no one had seen me and that there were no cameras around and that I left no evidence that could trace back to me.
I did not feel positive about my chances though, and I tried to decide what to do as I sneaked away trying to figure out this and figure out what happened and if I was indirectly responsible somehow; but I woke up.