All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in I assume a fictional version of the city of D.
I had false memories of a small neighborhood of shack-like houses in or by a school playground in a field or on the playground itself, maybe a fictional version of the D Junior High School, and poor/low income/lower class people lived there.
I had false memories of being younger and playing on the school playground and near those house.
In the current timeline was older or my current age, I went back to that school playground to see how much it had changed over the years since then, and there were some kids about to play on the playground.
All the shack-like houses were abandoned and in bad condition and falling apart et cetera, and it was sad to see them like that and to see the neighborhood abandoned.
The next thing that I remember is walking to a yard, maybe my parents yard, when I met a man with light-color skin with yellow hair and a goatee who was a craftsman who made wooden walking sticks, and I asked him if he could make me a wooden walking stick.
He said yes and he told me what materials he would need and how much it would cost, I gave him the required items, and he left to make my walking stick.
The next thing that I remember is that I was possibly not myself and maybe I looked a bit like an older more mature Aaron Chiz, I was dressed for work at what I think was Brookshire Brothers, and I was wearing a blue polo shirt with maybe Brookshire Brothers written on one side of the chest area with pants and a hooded jacket.
I went to the store for work, I was approached by an old man with light-color skin with gray/white hair, and this man had a custom made wooden walking stick that was possibly made by the same craftsman who was making my walking stick.
The man said that he was waiting here for a woman named either Isabelle (Isabel) Martin or Isabelle Martin who he wanted to give this walking stick to, he was not sure if she would show up or not or if he would make it or not (maybe he was dying), and so he asked me to take the walking stick and give it to Isabelle or Isabella if she shows up eventually.
I asked him if he was sure about this and I asked him details about the woman so that I would know what she looked like et cetera to make sure that I give the walking stick to the correct person, I wrote down the details as he told me, and then the craftsman walked over and gave me my walking stick that he made for me and I thanked him and he left.
After failing to talk my way out of it I told the old man that I would do as he had asked, I now had both walking sticks which looked very similar, and I had to try to not get them mixed up while also trying to work while also trying to looking for Isabelle or Isabella.
One or more of my fictional coworkers at the grocery store approached me not realizing who I was because I had a hood on, I told the hood and jacket off, and then then recognized me; and I explained the situation to them.
The next thing that I remember is possibly a daydream or an ending part to this dream where The BP Library was open again after the emergency closure because of The Coronavirus (COVID-19), and I was just arriving at work.
I was walking behind the front desk to say hello to some of my coworkers, I saw my female coworker JB standing in my coworker Mr. CF’s office, and so I waved at her and she waved back.
I woke up as I greeted and talked with my other coworkers at the front desk like my female coworker DC.
The end,
-John Jr
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