Working At A Library And As A Power Ranger

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*A storm knocked off the electricity when I was typing this dream earlier so I lost some of what I had typed and I had to wait until the storm calmed down to type this dream again so I am tired now, and so I rushed typing this post because it is late and I have work in the morning so expect missing and shortened details and errors*

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was working at a windowless, smaller, darker, fictional version of The BP Library where I work as a shelver.

My coworker Mr. CF, who is the security guard, was working as well and he was in a bad mood and he was complaining about some things that some patrons do sometimes and some things that he assumed that some of our coworkers had done.

There were some patrons on the computers, to the right of them on the wall was an area on the wall where there were Power Rangers related items (DVDs, books, magazines, audio books, et cetera) that people could check out, and to the right in the area between the doors that leads to the employee areas in the back was a glassed-in area on the wall with Power Rangers memorabilia.

In this dream I knew that I also worked as a Power Ranger, somehow I just knew this, but I did not even know which Power Ranger I was or how long I had worked as one and I did not even know much information about the Power Rangers or their television shows and movies et cetera.

I briefly talked to my coworker Mr. CF as he continued to complain as I continued working, when I was straightening the items on the Power Ranger shelf with items that patrons could check out, a few items fell because the right side was missing some bookends that were being used to support the items so I had to fix this.

After this my coworker Mr. CF left to patrol around the library, I walked over to the Power Ranger memorabilia, but then a patron who was my former male classmate ME walked over to me to talk.

We both had not seen each other since we graduated from high school years ago so he asked me about my job at the library, and then he asked me about my job as a Power Ranger.

I admitted that I did not know much about Power Rangers even though I worked as one, it seemed that maybe I would only work briefly during the scenes when the Power Rangers have morphed and are wearing their full gear with helmets, and so I probably only did fight scenes and had no dialogue but even in the dream I was not sure.

After this conversation I went in the back in the employee areas, I remember being in a small office with a thin young man with light-color skin and a woman with light-color skin, and they were both fictional coworkers of mine who were sitting at their desks which had computers.

The young male coworker was telling me about a situation involving another male coworker, the two of them did not get along and he hinted that they had gotten in a fight once at work, but he was being vague and quiet like maybe that coworker was near so he was trying to avoid him overhearing us.

There was another office next to us with a bald man with light-color skin sitting at a desk, so maybe he was the other coworker in the story, but I am not sure.

After this conversation I went back to the main library area where I got a call from my Power Ranger job, they were ready to start filming some scenes and I was needed, and so I left to do my Power Ranger job but this part of the dream was not shown.

After this not shown part of the dream I was done with work at the library and at my Power Ranger job for the day, and so I was leaving by bicycle during the day.

I remember riding along a highway in the countryside with forests on both sides of the road, at some point I saw two men with light-color skin riding bicycles as well, and we were riding across a walkway in a field with water and a bridge that led to the other side of the road.

On the right side of the road was an area where some soldier or recruits were exercising and training, we saw and heard their drill instructor(s) with one of them being a man with dark-color skin, and one of the men who was riding a bicycle got off his bicycle and left it in the field.

I was getting a bit tired so I stopped and I briefly watched the soldiers or recruits exercising and training, and in this dream it felt like maybe I had once been a soldier.

I decided to put my bicycle next to the other man’s bicycle, and I started jogging across the walkway and bridge to the other side which started to energize me and make me feel better.

The soldiers walked over to the bridge area and the side of the road to take a break I guess, a few automobiles parked along the road to stop to talk to them maybe, and I decide to turn around to get my bicycle because I did not want it to get stolen and because using it would make it easier and faster to get home or where ever I was going.

I waved and I maybe said a few things to the soldiers or recruits as I did this, when I got to the bicycles I was not sure which was mine, but I felt that my bicycle was the blue and maybe black one with handlebars that were up higher.

I lowered the gears on my bicycle so that it would be easier to pedal, and then I started riding my bicycle easier and faster this time without getting tired.

The short break and quick jog and seeing the soldiers or recruits which brought back some old memories had me energized and feeling good, and so I started riding the bicycle fast along the highway going around sharp corners.

It was amazing and fun, I was moving very fast,Β and I wondered how far I was from where ever I was going but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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