This dream involved a conflict, there was a woman who was developing one or more defensive weapons to help during this conflict, and the weapons were somehow medical related; and so it was a medical weapon I think.
The woman worked for or with several organizations / foundations / companies / et cetera including the Sirta Foundation from the Mass Effect video game franchise.
At some point I was inside the building where the woman was working, maybe a battle was going on somewhere in the city or world, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
In this dream I was traveling around during the day in maybe a fictional version of the city of D by foot, and at some point I reached a court or field that was possibly near the Brookshire Brothers grocery store.
There were several lines of people sitting and standing waiting their turn to play one or more sports, and some of my former male classmates were there like: SS, maybe MT, maybe JB, maybe JC, et cetera.
I remember greeting them and briefly talking to them, they did not really seem like they wanted to talk to me really, their reception seemed cold, if I had not greeted them they probably would not have said anything to me, and in return I was not that interested in trying to talk to them very long either.
I only briefly talked with them about how we had not seen each other in years et cetera, not much was said, not much emotion et cetera came up during our brief talk of the old days, and then I went back to whatever I was doing and they continued doing what they were doing.
That is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream was inspired by the video game Mass Effect 3, I was either Commander Shepard or a Commander Shepard-like man or I was myself, and I was on a mission to gather war assets around the universe to help defend against The Reaper invasion.
I had a spaceship with a crew, we flew around the universe in space and to various planets gathering war assets including: various items, weapons, individuals, groups, militaries, technology, intelligence, et cetera.
Sometimes we were able to get war assets through calls, internet searches, meetings, et cetera without leaving the spaceship.
We were especially interested in people with medical and scientific skills and knowledge, and I remember recruiting several women with those skills and that knowledge who were scientists and doctors and researchers et cetera; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.