This dream possibly involved me working on things that needed to be done like looking up stuff about Chromebooks for work.
This dream took place during the day in the city of D and I was walking around Eastside toward a fictional old abandoned meat packing plant / slaughterhouse that was one or two streets to the right of the street that my uncle WC’s house is on.
The street behind the meat packing plant was high in the air, there was a ladder that you could climb to reach it, and as I was climbing the ladder I encounter Shawn Michaels who was wearing a cowboy hat.
Mr. Michaels told me that he was investigating the old meat packing plant, some past employees of the plant had reported various violations et cetera, and he asked me some questions about it.
I had false memories of back when the plant was open, I told him what I knew, he told me what he knew, and then we climbed down the ladder to walk toward the building to continue his investigation but I woke up.
This dream involved the Shooting Of Jacob Blake and what-if scenarios inspired by that shooting.
The dream started with me seeing video of Jacob Blake getting shot in the back by police, there was video of various angles of the shooting that were also played in slow motion and rewinded several times, and I possibly saw some what-if scenarios / reenactments / animations / et cetera of the shooting.
After that the dream involved me being in what-if scenarios of a similar situation, the last one took place during the day, and I was leaving work at The BP Library.
I walked outside in the staff parking lot to my automobile when police drove up quickly and started pointing guns at me and yelling for no reason, I got on my knees with my hands in the air, but they kept yelling and pointing guns at me anyway.
My coworker Mr. CF and maybe one of my female coworkers saw this, they walked outside asking the police what was going on, letting them know that I worked there and had done nothing wrong, who I was et cetera, but the police still were acting wild / aggressive and were pointing guns at me still.
They possibly got the police to calm down and / or the police finally handcuffed me, eventually they realized that they had the wrong person, and they let me go without apologizing; and I woke up.