All that I can remember of this dream is that I was working at The BP Library and I briefly talked with my female coworker JB before walking around to talk to some of my other coworkers.
After talking to some of my coworkers at the Front desk I walked back to the AV desk where JB and my coworker Mrs. RB were sitting, somehow it was a double desk now, and I went to say something to JB first before I talk to Mrs. RB.
But as soon as I opened my mouth and started to try to say something to JB she stopped me immediately with a somewhat dismissive facial expression and body language while not looking at me, and she told me to talk to the other clerks so that they do not feel left out or something like that.
I had not said much to her earlier and I had just talked with the other clerks so this did not make sense, to me it seemed that she just did not want to be bothered or did not want to talk to me, which bothered me a bit leaving me feeling a bit rejected.
I possibly went to talk to Mrs. RB, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
My alarm on my mobile phone scared me awake when it started vibrating oddly on the metal cabinet next to my bed, and so that caused me to forget most of this dream including the most important parts which is annoying because this dream lacks context and I really want to know what happened.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream now is that I was in a building with some of my coworkers like my female coworker JB and Mrs. RB and Mrs. MW et cetera, some of my former classmates like my former male classmate CB, and some other people.
One or more wacky/goofy/unbelievable things happened in this dream that I can not remember, but something serious must have happened as well that possibly involved me having to maybe make a sacrifice/do something to maybe save the world and/or the other people with me.
Unfortunately I can not remember any of the details now, I just know that after surviving whatever happened, I broke down crying hard and the others had to try to comfort/encourage me et cetera.
I did not cry a few tears, it was deep crying that takes your breath away and brings you to your knees, but I can not remember what happened or what did I possibly sacrifice/do or what did I have to survive et cetera that would cause this kind of reaction from me especially if parts of the dream were wacky/goofy/unbelievable.
As I was recovering from crying my former male classmate CB started to make a joke about how my current skin color was more tan or darker than you would think/than it seems, but I woke up before he could finish his joke.