Traveling With Phoebe Waller-Bridge And JB

Phoebe Waller-Bridge in Fleabag (2016)
Source: IMDb

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was traveling with a group of other people including Phoebe Waller-Bridge and my female coworker JB.

Phoebe was being her usual fun self, she was probably the comedic relief of the group, and maybe JB was having some fun too because the two of them probably interacted; and so it was probably cool to see two interesting people like that interact, and to be part of their group.

I wish that I could remember my interactions with Phoebe and JB, I imagine that we had a lot of fun, and that they were the life/shining light of the group.

I also wish that I could remember the details of our travel methods and of our crazy adventures in the forgotten parts of this dream.

Our travel method or methods were probably unusual, maybe time travel and/or other dimension travel and/or teleportation and/or something unusual like that, but I am not sure.

We traveled between various locations quickly or suddenly possibly, and one location was inside a building or house where my supervisor Mrs. JR and her family were.

Something good and/or bad was going on in the marriage of one of her children, maybe her daughter and her son-in-law, but I can not remember what.

There were some children there too, I am not sure if they were Mrs. JR’s grandchildren or some other family members, and I remember talking to Mrs. JR.

At some point my group traveled to the next random location, our travel method(s) probably happened suddenly without us knowing where we would end up, and this time we were inside a house that looked like a larger slightly fictional version of The E House.

A family reunion/family gathering was going on among a family who had medium and dark-color skin, one of them saw me and assumed that I was one of their family members and even greeted me by an unknown name, and I just played along with it.

They brought me to meet the rest of the family and a member of our group was with them, they seemed to either really be part of this family or they were doing like I was doing and was playing along with their false assumption without lying, and I quietly talked to the member of our group recommending that we ask the rest of the family if we can have our friends join us.

The family said yes and so we got the others who had been hiding, and they joined the family gathering where we had a good time.

We had food, drink, conversation, and we all got light-blue and white T-shirts for the family reunion that had the family’s name on it et cetera; and at some point we or I got sent to a new location.

This time I was separated from the others and I seemed to be all alone, I was inside a multi-story college dorm, and I walked around hallways on an upper floor trying to act like I belonged there.

At some point I reached a hallway with many people on both sides of it that was like a shared space, and my male cousin ME was there and a few people who were younger than me who knew me from my public school days were there.

They welcomed me over and they wanted me to stay in a dorm room on this floor with them, a man with medium-length orange/brown hair with light-color skin told me that I would have to pay him 10% of my rent each month, he seemed to be in charge of this floor like a gangster/mob boss.

I asked him if this was for protection money and he said yes, I asked him if we really got any protection if we paid and he said yes, and it was clear that you had to pay this or else; and so I hesitantly agreed.

Something happened that I can not remember after this where I possibly directly or indirectly was involved in something that happened to this man, whatever happened to him led to him no longer being a problem, and so now this floor was free so no one had to pay protection money anymore and I probably was going to be able to stay rent free.

The next thing that I remember is being outside during the day riding in the back of maybe The BV with my family, my mom was in the driver’s seat, but I also had a steering wheel in the backseat that I was using to help drive.

At some point something distracted me when I thought my mom had the driving under control, but then I looked up to see that we were about to run a red light or something so I had to hit the breaks or something and we started going off the side of the road that had a ditch on the side.

I had to stay calm and let the grass et cetera slow us a bit before using the steering wheel to get back on the road, after this I was angry, and I complained about this from the back because I could not see back there and my mom was in the driver’s seat and I thought that she had it under control.

My dad said a few things but I was angry because we almost flipped in the ditch and could have died and/or been injured and could have wrecked the automobile, but I woke up as I continued complaining to my mom.

The end,

-John Jr

By John Jr

Hello, I am John Jr, welcome.

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