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I had more dreams but I only recorded part of my last dream that took place during the day, and part of the dream possibly took place in the past when I went to a fictional college in maybe a fictional version of the city of LC but I am not sure.
There was a route that I would often take when walking through the college campus that was to the left of a quiet street, there were several college buildings along this route with offices at the front of the buildings, and I would sometimes go inside one of the last buildings.
Most of the time I would walk under a bridge and make a left turn through some courtyards with smaller college buildings with offices at the front of them, and this area would often have bicycles laying on the ground (maybe because there were no bicycle racks, but I am not sure).
During the dream I traveled through this route several times in maybe the past, and then the dream went to the present when I was no longer attending the college and I went back to the college to show my mom and my former male classmate DH and maybe my brother GC around the college while telling them about various memories.
We took my usual route, things were the same and bicycles were still in the courtyards, and there were college students walking around.
I am not sure if we walked or drove, but the next thing that I remember is us going to a store that reminded me of a poorly lit under-stocked version of the Big Lots in the city of LC combined with a bare-bones budget medical clinic / hospital that is sometimes in my dreams.
The store was barely stocked and most of the store was dark with some dim light in the front like they only wanted you shopping in the front or something, and the only employee was a woman with light-color skin with yellow hair who was the cashier who looked like she probably also worked at a medical clinic or hospital and the cash register was oddly placed on the right side of the building.
At some point when we were at the cash register the cashier and me were talking when she told me that she worked at a medical clinic and / or hospital as well, and she told me that I should consider volunteering there.
Then she told me that I seemed to be friendly and personable, and she suggested that I consider taking part in the medical clinic’s or hospital’s annual telethon (fundraiser) because she felt that I might be a good fit for that based on my personality.
I thanked her for the suggestions and compliments, I started to explain that I do not think that I could handle something like that because of anxiety and shyness et cetera, but that maybe I could do something in the background at the telethon and / or volunteer sometimes.
There was a pause, I was actually getting nervous, and our conversation was holding up the line so I probably said goodbye and we left.
We drove to a shopping mall and when we got inside the mall we went to separate (maybe my mom and my brother GC went one way and me and my former classmate DH went another way) without picking a meet-up location, and I did not realize this until it was too late.
As me and DH walked I kept thinking about what the cashier had said about volunteering and / or doing the telethon, I was thinking so hard that I had a daydream and / or the dream jumped to my thoughts, and I was rehearsing for the telethon with one or more people.
After rehearsing I stopped to listen to an audio recording from a previous telethon, and it sounded like John Rosenstern was talking to another man during the telethon.
The Mr. Rosenstern-sounding man was telling the other man about how The United States government had to pay $5 per something that I can not remember, which amounted to $100-something a year per person, for anyone in Lebanon who was blind as a result of something that The United States had done and / or had some responsibility for in the past; and so I guess this was reparations.
I had never heard of this before so this was interesting and I was curious about this, and I wondered how much a year did The United States government pay in total and I was curious about the story behind all of this but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
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