I had more dreams but I did not record them.
This dream started outside during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, I was near where Mrs. C’s abandoned yard/house should be on the street that The E House is on, and I was there working an IT job helping people print things et cetera.
In this area there was a printer outside that you had to put money in to print things after sending print jobs from a computer et cetera, maybe it was slightly covered for some protection for the weather, but it was outside.
Maybe there was a computer lab outside too, probably, but I can not remember.
Basically it was like my IT Assistant job at The BP Library except outside but there was no library, and I did not seem to have any other coworkers.
At some point one of my former female classmates with dark-color skin with black hair needed some help trying to print a print job that she sent to the printer, I can not remember her name but I think that her last name was A, but I could be wrong.
We walked over to the printer but her print job was not showing up, I think that I put $0.50 in the printer because she said that she had five black and white pages to print, some papers started to print, but it was not her print job.
We possibly went back to her computer to try to send the print job again or I sent her to send it again or I went to try another printer to see if her print job was there, and as I was checking this another former classmate female classmate of mine with medium-color skin with black hair whose first name is possibly N walked behind me along with several other people who needed to use the printer.
I did not see the print job and maybe the other people did not see their print jobs either, and so N suggested that we try another printer up the street that was in a small shack-like building that was an African business of some kind that was owned by a man from Africa (maybe Jamaica).
Among our group was a man from Africa with dark-color skin with short black hair who used to have long dreadlocks (somehow I knew him and I had false memories of this), my female cousin ME who did not recognize me at first, my former female classmate N, and the actress Elizabeth Banks who had black hair in this dream.
Elizabeth Banks was probably in this dream because I watched the movie Brightburn with my brother GC before I went to sleep last night.
We walked and talked up the street to the shack-like building that was by where Mr. Grip’s yard was or should be, my female cousin ME recognized me, and she asked me what I was doing here and I told her how I had an IT job here but I was new to it and I did not have formal training/education for it so I had a lot to learn.
We entered the shack-like building, built into the wall was what we thought was a printer so I put in $0.50, but then I realized that this a fake printer that was just there to take your money; and so I lost another $0.50, and so I lost a $1 in total in this dream so far.
We complained about this but the owner was no where to be seen, we returned to the previous area looking for my former female classmate A to let her know, but we could not find her.
My cousin ME got separated from us at this point so I was with the man from Africa and Elizabeth Banks now, we walked and talked on our way to a new area to maybe find A and/or another printer and/or the owner of the shack-like building and/or for some other reason, and I remember us stopping by and/or inside the shack again.
There was an emotional conversation, I remember the man from Africa mentioning that his hair was short now because he had cut his dreadlocks because he felt that he was being discriminated against for having them when it came to trying to get a job, and he said that he has been struggling trying to get a job since he moved here.
Mrs. Banks then shared an emotional story of her own after we showed our support for the man, I can not remember what her story was about, but I do remember her crying; and the man from Africa gave her a hug, and we both showed our support for her.
After this we continued walking to a new area, we got separated, and now it was just Mrs. Banks and I.
We reached a tree shaded area next to an one-story building, there were people hanging out in this area, but I quickly noticed that we were in danger because an African American or African gang or mafia was hanging out in this area and I noticed some of them starting to notice us and they did not look happy as they tried to figure out who were we because we were on their territory.
Fortunately my male cousin ME was a security guard/bodyguard with the gang or mafia it seemed, he was dressed up, and he walked over to me as I was whispering to Mrs. Banks that we were in danger and that we needed to avoid standing out and that we needed to leave without being noticed soon.
Mrs. Banks had noticed this too fortunately, she agreed to try to avoid doing anything to offend them, as we try to quietly slip away.
My cousin ME walked over and pulled me aside and he quietly confirmed that we were in danger (that there was a gang/mafia here, and he worked for them), he told me that we should go inside the building, and then sneak away quietly; and he would get us inside the building.
We tried to act normal as he walked us to the building, there was a line, but he got us inside without any trouble but we had to handle the rest on our own.
Mrs. Banks and I got separated and unfortunately I made the mistake of entering a room where a funeral was taking place, I tried to blend in and then escape, and people were taking their turns saying a few things about the person who had died.
I found an opening to sneak out as a group of people were entering, unfortunately a somewhat older woman with dark-color skin wearing church clothes and a big church hat noticed me, and she started talking to me.
I briefly talked with her and then I went to sneak away but she told me to stop, she wanted me to take my turn saying something about the person who had died, I politely refused but she would not take no for answer.
I started to sneak away but she kept telling me to come back, she was causing a scene, but fortunately my cousin ME entered the room to calm her down giving me time to escape.
I escaped outside but a man with light-color skin, who I noticed during my escape and who I possibly had false memories of, started following me on my way home; and so when I reached the other side of a house on the street that The E House is on, I took this chance to run, and I reached my parents yard.
He did not see me but he had an idea of where I went, so I ran on the side of the yard that the dogs are on, and I tried to crawl under the house after opening the door of the skirting around the bottom of the house but the door fell off making a loud noise and I lost my cover.
I rolled under the house opening that he would not see me, he ran past the back door trying to get to this side of the yard, but a fictional dog in our yard started attacking him once he got close enough to where he was chained up at.
I hoped that the man would just run, unfortunately the dog had a good grip on him and he fell, and the dog was biting him.
I paused hoping that the man would get up and escape but he did not, and so I was forced to go save him by grabbing the dog’s chain and getting him off the man.
I calmed the dog down and I helped the man up, I told him that he should not have been following me like that and that he made the mistake of getting too close to the dog, and I told him that normally I would apologize and offer to cover the medical expenses but not this time.
Instead I offered to clean and wrap his wounds, and then send him on his way because it was his fault.
The dog was chained and he had entered our yard chasing after me, and so if he needed more medical attention then that was on him.
Fortunately his bites did not seem that bad, but I woke up as I helped him while asking him why he was following and chasing me.
I did not record this dream, I woke up feeling a bit tired and negative, I am not sure if it was connected to the dream or not.
All that I can remember of this dream now is that my former male classmate JC was in it, I was in the dream as well, and we met in the dream; and it was my first time seeing him in years.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.