I possibly fell asleep on the living room couch and I woke up remembering at least part of one dream, but I did not record it, I continued to remember parts of it even after getting in bed and going back to sleep and having various other dreams and waking up and going back to sleep several times, but eventually I forgot most of it.
All that I can remember of this dream now is that my parents were in the dream with me, and I remember the numbers 5050 that possibly involved an item that my parents had or won, but I can not remember; and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream was inspired by me watching episode 3 (A Cold Death) of the animated TV show Primal Season 1 (Genndy Tartakovsky’s Primal Season 1) before I went to sleep.
In this dream I was in a building or a house in a room, some other people who possibly included some of my coworkers were in one or more rooms outside this room, and I was in the room with the caveman/neanderthal Spear and the tyrannosaurus (T-Rex) Fang from the animated TV show Primal (Genndy Tartakovsky’s Primal); but I am not sure if they were animated or not, but I do know that the rest of the dream was not animated and was live action.
In the dream, I was teaching Spear how to speak English, and Spear was trying to teach Fang how to understand English and follow commands to reduce the chances of Fang hurting other people et cetera.
Spear’s English was choppy and short and simple, but he was learning more and more throughout the dream, I remember practicing with him and correcting him and encouraging him, et cetera.
Another part of this dream possibly involved sports, but I can not remember, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place during the day in an area where there was a school that was connected to a fictional version of The BP Library and possibly something else, and I was at work with some of my coworkers.
At some point some of my coworkers like my coworker Mr. CF and my female coworker JB and I went to the small gym at the school to maybe hideout from work or take a break or something, and connected to the gym was a small auditorium that took up the other half of the building but was separated by a wall and one or more doors.
I remember Mr. CF complaining about something involving RFIDs, maybe RFID wands / scanners, and I remember some students being in the gym.
At some point I left outside to get in my automobile to leave, I remember getting in my automobile and turning on my radio, and as I was starting to back up my automobile I heard Mr. CF on the radio complaining and sounding like he was arguing with someone.
I assumed that he was arguing with JB even though I could not hear her, I was not sure if he was joking or not, but then it started to sound like he was possibly fighting with someone, so I assumed that maybe him and JB were fighting and that somehow a radio broadcast was taking place in that room, so now their fight was live on the radio.
I started to feel panic as I rushed to get to them, I parked, and I ran back to the gym, but they were not there, so I ran through the doors leading to the auditorium that was full of students and teachers and maybe parents now.
I saw JB running off the stage looking happy like someone playing tag or like someone running after playing a prank on someone, and she ran to a seat and sat down among the crowd near a student that was possibly one of her children, but I am not sure.
I sat behind her still in a panic asking her what happened, where was Mr. CF, and were they fighting.
JB was still full of excitement and happiness and was smiling and was not paying attention to me, I had to tap her on the shoulder several times just to get her to slightly acknowledge my existence, but she was still so out of it that she was not responding or looking back at me as I continued asking her questions.
JB seemed to be still in that moment, focused like she was reliving the memory of whatever happened in her mind and like she was trying to cherish it and save it, and it looked like a very positive thing to her.
She did not seem hurt, and she was happy, so maybe they had not fought, maybe Mr. CF just got mad and chased her, and maybe she turned it into a funny game along with the students or something; but I have no idea.
I woke up as I took a moment to try to calm down, wait for JB to calm down enough or unfocus enough to be able to respond to me, and I was still trying to guess what had happened.
I was worried that they had done something that would get them fired, that could have gotten someone hurt, that was witnesses by many people, et cetera; and so I hoped that I was wrong.
When I woke up, I was still impacted by my feelings of worry about them.
- John Jr