I lost some dreams last night that I remembered because I went back to sleep without voice recording them, but I do barely remember part of two other dreams.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was not in the dream, the dream involved a man who was saved by one or more people who were possibly involved in organized crime, but I am not sure.
The person or people who saved the man told the man that for saving his life he had to now do something for them, and they sent him on several missions against a Chinese triad who mostly had members who wore more traditional Chinese clothing (but some wore Western-style suits, and some wore clothing that combined Chinese and Western styles).
I assume that the triad was a rival of the person or people who sent the man on missions against them, but I am not sure, and I am not sure what his missions involved exactly (maybe some assassinations and a few other things, but I can not remember).
I remember the man going on some of these missions even though he did not want to, and during one mission I remember him sneaking around a Chinese restaurant-like / Chinese-style building with many chairs and triad members wearing traditional Chinese clothing.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
There was more to this dream that I can not remember, and some parts are unclear, but all that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day.
I think that I was in a house when I got a bunch of books in the mail, but I did not know who they were from, and so I started trying to figure out who the books were from.
The books looked new even though I saw that some of the dates on the books were books from years ago, at least the publishing date, and some were small and some were medium and some were large in paperback and hardcover (hardback).
The books were from different authors, unfortunately I can only remember one author now, and that author was William W. Johnstone.
It seemed that the books were free and that I was one of several people possibly randomly chosen as part of some kind of assumed promotional and experimental campaign for a possible future monthly book et cetera ordering service, and I thought about who may have sent the books and Lost Truth (Moment) was one of the people I very briefly considered, but that did not seem likely for several reasons including the fact that none of the books were any of her books and so for some unknown reason I assumed that maybe Rooster Teeth or a Rooster Teeth-like company were the ones who sent it to me and others.
I possibly found some videos online that seemed to suggest that I was correct, it was nice of them to do this, but I was not sure what I was going to do with all of those books because I would probably not be able to read them all.
Eventually I left in my automobile, and eventually I drove up an N-like Street in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I drove into a large parking lot on the right side of the road where some of the project housing should be and there was a movie theater there which makes no sense because we do not have a movie theater in our city (yeah, my city is boring and limited, no wonder I ended up this way :D).
I entered the movie theater, but I can not remember what happened, at some point I went to leave or to take something to my automobile, and then I realized that I had a white or light-tan stick made of maybe oak that looked like a walking stick that I made many years ago from some wood that I got from the forest and trail next to my neighborhood.
I was confused by this, and I wondered where did the walking stick come from and how long did I have it, and so I was going to put it back in my automobile.
I was a bit embarrassed by this, and so I started to walk with a slight limp to make it seem like I needed the walking stick, and while I was faking I actually slightly felt like one of my knees was bothering me a little, so I really did slightly limp for a moment.
As I was walking through the movie theater I saw one or more of my coworkers like Mrs. T, maybe Mrs. C, and maybe Mrs. R and / or Mrs. MH.
I greeted Mrs. T, and she was with some of her family, and she told me something about her daughter J, but I can not remember what she told me, and then I walked / limped outside with the walking stick feeling like a wizard or something with a staff.
I stepped outside, and I stopped because things suddenly looked and felt beautiful outside for a moment, I got that feeling when you leave out of the movie theater which is dimly lit, and you walk outside on a bright day, and I noticed how amazing this moment seemed.
But then something strange and confusing happened where the moment was interrupted, and the dream was interrupted by a film-like crew, it was like the dream world paused for a moment maybe and partly tore open like a fake canvas wall, and like there was another world inside the dream world like the dream world was a film set or something, and we knew that it was fake and like maybe I was just an actor in it and maybe a dream and this moment felt weird and almost lucid without really being lucid.
The tear in the dream world revealed the backstage of the film set (dream world) I stopped to talk with the film crew like the dream world was just a movie or something that I was starring in like it was just a film set made for the movie that was maybe also somehow a dream as well (I have no idea, this is confusing, unclear, and crazy), we were talking about the moment and some other things and if we should adjust this or that, and then I returned to the dream like nothing happened.
At the front of the parking lot near the street I saw some people hanging out, some in lawn chairs and some with swimming trunks on, et cetera oddly, and that was one thing that changed before the dream paused or whatever.
I then noticed that my automobile was gone now, and so I started walking around looking for it, I found an automobile that was similar but it was not mine, and I asked some of the people, but they had not seen it.
I assumed that the dream world got changed a bit when it paused or whatever, and I stopped to briefly discuss it and possibly adjusting it with the film crew-like group, but I woke up.
I wish that I could remember that pause-like moment in the dream, that was strange and cool and unique, and it was fourth wall breaking.
- John Jr