I had a dream that I remembered before this, but I forgot it after failing to record it soon enough after waking up.
This dream involved a fictional version of the old BP School Board Maintenance Shop that my dad used to work at until they moved to a new building, I briefly worked there too during a summer break from college.
In this dream I worked there briefly several times over the years.
During one of those years Timothée Chalamet briefly worked there too with me.
During that year or another year, some fictional former coworkers of my dad returned to work there with us as well.
These fictional former coworkers of my dad were very shady (untrustworthy), not nice, probably racist, et cetera.
The shop had an old air conditioner that was not working properly, it was blowing out warm air instead of cold air, so we all stopped to try to fix it.
I shared my idea of how to possibly fix it, the shady former coworkers of my dad responded very negatively, and one of them changed the wiring without trying my advice.
This messed up the air conditioner, I then fixed the wiring back how it should be, I tried my idea, and that fixed the air conditioner.
The former coworkers of my dad acted even more negative, one or more of them stormed off, and I wondered if one or more of them would return with a gun or something like that.
I did not trust them at all, they seemed dangerous, there was more to this dream, but that is all that I can remember of it.
This dream took place during the night, and I was inside a one-story building.
I had no idea of where I was, what I was doing there, et cetera, so I started investigating.
I noticed some protesters outside the door, they were probably BLM (Black Lives Matter) protesters because I learned that this was the site of a real police brutality incident or something that I can not remember now from maybe Kenosha, Wisconsin.
So this dream possibly took place in Kenosha, Wisconsin.
I walked outside with a flashlight, and the protesters walked out the yard through the gate, and they stood further back in the darkness near the street & road.
When I turned on a light or shinned a light over there, I saw more protesters there; a surprisingly larger crowd than expected.
They were standing there, it was almost creepy with them standing there in the dark.
I was not that worried because they were protesting for a good cause, they were peaceful so far, though angry, which makes sense to me.
I then realized that I was a security guard on my first night on the job working here, that is probably why they backed off when I walked outside with the flashlight.
Furthermore, I hoped that they would not falsely think that I was against their protest, that I was a police office, and that they would possibly attack me.
I probably yelled at them to let them know that they were free to protest et cetera, that I had not meant for them to back away, that I was just a security guard, that I supported their protest, et cetera.
In two trees I noticed some Rabbits, oddly, which surprised and confused me.
I remember saying out loud to myself that I had never seen rabbits climb in trees like this.
The rabbits, a lot to my surprise, just looked at me from the trees.
I then walked toward the gate, to my surprise there were two armed security guards there now, who I had not seen earlier.
Both were men, older than me, one had dark-color skin, and one had light-color skin.
They closed the gate, one of them had a shotgun I think, to my surprise.
I greeted them, I told them that it was my first night on the job, and the one with dark-color skin responded to me.
It was time for me to clock out for the night, somehow I knew this, but I was not sure if I was supposed to lock the doors of the building or not.
I asked the two security guards, the one with dark-color skin said something that I did not quite understand, it sounded like he possibly said that I did not need to lock the doors; but I was not sure.
I decided to walk back inside the building to see how many doors there were, how many were locked et cetera, hoping to eventually learn what I was supposed to do before clocking out & leaving.
As I walked back inside, a man with a young daughter and young son, all with light-color skin, entered the building too.
I follow them as they walked through the building until we reached a gift shop.
I saw no one at the cash register, the door behind it was open, so I assumed that they had walked to the back.
Shortly after that, a female employee with light-color skin with blonde hair entered from the back room behind the cash register.
When she glanced at us, she looked at me suspiciously / negatively briefly, probably racial bias et cetera, until she realized that I was wearing a security guard uniform; she did not look at the family like that.
She greeted them, I can not remember what happened after that, and I woke up shortly after this.
- John Jr