All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that in the dream I woke up in the morning to see that I was late for work, late enough that there was no reason going to work for the day, and so I was going to have to call The BP Library to apologize and let them know.
I was not sure how I had overslept like this which confused and bothered me, I probably said something to my brother GC, and either I went back to sleep in the dream and I was going to call my job later or I called my job and then I went back to sleep.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was at work at The BP Library where I work as a shelver, I was working, and my coworkers Mrs. CR and Mrs. DT were working too.
The BP Library looked different, it was bigger, it was more modern, and it looked better.
At some point I remember my coworker Mrs. CR complaining to our coworker Mrs. DT and I complaining that my brother GC had snitched on her about something to do with some sauce that she had made days or a week ago that was meant to go on mashed potatoes.
I assumed that my brother GC was cleaning up, he works as the janitor at The BP Library, and that he probably found the sauce and was not sure who it was for or if he should throw it away or not so he probably asked his supervisor and others about it trying to figure out who it was for and what to do about it.
And so maybe for some unknown reason(s) Mrs. CR was angry about this, which made no sense to me even in the dream, but I am not sure what happened to her sauce.
Whatever happened there was no proof that my brother GC was involved, that was just the assumption of my coworker Mrs. CR who automatically blamed my brother GC for some unknown reason(s), and even if he was involved he was just doing his job and I saw nothing wrong with this and I said so.
The next thing that I remember is my coworkers Mrs. CR and Mrs. DT blaming me for something involving an item, but I can not remember the details of this now.
Once again they had no proof, and they were automatically blaming me on just their assumptions.
I probably did not know what they were talking about and I said so, but they still seemed convinced that I was the one to blame for this issue with an item.
The next thing that I remember is something involving me remembering some great-grandparent’s, one was maybe a man with light-medium color skin with very short hair, who were possibly the great-grandparent’s of someone I knew.
For some reason I started to think that maybe these were my great-grandparent’s too, and so I wanted to call them to see if they were my great-grandparent’s so that I could learn more about my family and my ancestors and learn things about them and from them that I could use for myself and to share with current and future generations.
All of my grandparents and great-grandparents were supposed to be dead so it they were really my great-grandparent’s too and if they were still alive, that would be my chance to talk to my oldest family members who are still alive, and so I did not want to waste any time because who knows how much more time they have before they die and there is so much I do not know about my family and ancestors that I want to learn.
I probably went to call them, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
I am not sure if I was myself or not in this dream, I was possibly a boy or girl who was a teenager or I was with one or both of them at some point, but I can not remember.
This dream seemed to take place out in the countryside of the city of D in an area on the way to GB that my former male classmate JC showed me and told me about as his father drove us to their old house in GB once years ago back when we were in either junior high school or high school.
I either thought of my former classmate JC in this dream and / or I actually got to talk to him during one part of the dream.
Those many years ago during our drive to their old house in GB, my former classmate JC told me about a male millionaire who lived out in the countryside of the city of D off the road that we were driving on, and he said that this millionaire had one or more airplanes that he would fly out here.
He told me that you could not even tell that the man was a millionaire because he lived a simply life, other than the airplane(s), and I was also surprised because I did not know that we had any millionaires in the city of D.
Anyway, in this dream I or me as a teenage(d) possible grandchild of the millionaire and / or the both of us was / were in the countryside during a nice sunny day on the property that belonged to the millionaire, and I and / or the assumed grandchild flew around in one or more of his airplanes.
I was told that this was okay, I can not remember the details, but I remember having a lot of fun and I remember feeling the sensations of what I imagine flying would be like (I have never flown or even rode on an airplane or helicopter before in real life yet).
The airplane or airplanes that we flew over the millionaires countryside property in were simple two-seater propeller airplanes, nothing fancy, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.