Dream 1
I had several dreams, semi-daydreams, et cetera that I can not remember other than one of them involving something familiar like a house dream or something like that, but that is all that I can remember.
Dream 2
I had one or more dreams that were inspired by the TV show The Boys (Season 2), and one or more of them involved an increasingly more unstable / showing his true self version of the character Homelander going around doing what he wanted and forcing his way on people through intimidation et cetera.
Dream 3
This dream took place at a slightly fictional version of The BP Library, I had just arrived for work, and when I was walking out to the main area I saw my coworker Ms. JM sitting at the desk at the Children’s Section; and I saw our director Ms. EC dealing with an angry somewhat older male patron with light-color skin by a fictional version of the computer lab on the right side.
It sounded like the angry patron wanted to buy something, Ms. EC said that she did not know the part that he needed or if we had it, and that if we did have it that we still could not sell it to him; but he kept arguing and being angry, and so eventually Ms. EC threw her arms in the air in frustration and she walked away to Ms. JM to talk to her.
While they were talking I heard a scream, it sounded like Ms. EC letting out some frustration real quick, but I did not see who screamed exactly.
I walked over to them asking if it was okay for me to talk to the patron, they said yes, and I walked over to the angry patron who was now sitting by a somewhat older woman with light-color skin who I assumed was his wife and a young man with light-color skin with long dark hair in maybe a wheelchair who I assumed was their son who had some kind of disability.
I greeted the patrons and I tried to figure out what they needed, the assumed son had what looked like some kind of control panel and there were two printers near them, and I assumed that this control panel could connect to various kinds of devices to allow the son to do various actions with limited mobility.
They did not have the cord required to connect the control panel to things, they were not sure what kind of cord to use, so I looked at it, it looked like maybe a serial port, and so I went to get the serial cord from the flatbed RFID scanner in The IT Department to try it.
When I returned with the serial cord I tried it, it worked, I was not sure if I could let them use it or not, so I was going to ask Ms. JM and Ms. EC, but first I labeled the cord with the initials of our library.
I went to Ms. JM and Ms. EC about the situation, Ms. JM said that she had a serial cord that they could use instead, she went to get it, and then I took it to the patrons; but I woke up as I was still helping them.
The end,
-John Jr
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