Another part of the dream involved me walking & carrying a laundry basket full of clothes, I entered what looked like The E House, but Melissa Joan Hart lived there.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was traveling around a city during the day, and at some point I parked The Blue Van in an alley behind some houses in a quiet neighborhood.
At some point I walked inside an abandoned looking two-story house, and it seemed to be set up like a murder house; a fake murder house, I hoped & assumed.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a gym-like building with my family, some of my family members, and some other people.
We were trapped inside this building, locked inside of it somehow, and one or more very dangerous and power threats were inside there with us.
I felt that my only hope to defeat the threat(s) and save the others was to unlock my hidden potential and go all out by basically powering up and not holding back and just going wild, but if I did this I felt that I would probably lose control of myself; and I was afraid that I would kill other people by mistake et cetera.
I had a very large metal syringe that was filled with some kind of liquid that was a drug/chemical/whatever that was supposed to be used on me if I did lose control, and this was supposed to be able to bring me back under control if necessary.
I gave the syringe to someone and they probably put some of the liquid from it in another syringe as a backup, and they gave the second syringe to someone else.
I warned the others to stay away from me during the battle, except if I lose control, and then they were to inject me with the syringe if they can before it is too late.
I then went to power up and let go of any mental/physical/et cetera restraints, I let myself go wild and unlocked some of my hidden potential, but my memory of the battle et cetera does not exist because even in the dream I lost all memory of this when I lost control.
All that I remember is that I did lose control during the battle, and the others had to inject me with the syringe; I possibly destroyed one of the syringes during this before they were able to inject me with the second one.
They probably injected me in the butt or thigh, then I started to regain control of myself, and then my memory started back but I could not remember anything else that happened when I lost control.
I asked if the others were okay, fortunately I did not hurt anyone else, and I had defeated the threat(s).
Eventually I went outside in what looked like the alley outside my parents yard during the day, and my mom walked over to me and introduced me to a woman with very light-color skin with long red hair who I recognized.
She looked slightly like a combination of several people like Alice Morgan and Jessica Robbin and Jessica Ryan, but mostly she looked like Alice Morgan; and I asked her if she was either of the Jessica’s and then I asked her if she was Alice Morgan, and she replied coyly that she was Alice.
She did not specify if she was Alice Morgan exactly, she seemed to want to keep that a mystery, and this was fun to her.
We talked and she tried to be a bit mysterious, playful, and slightly seductive.
She explained that she was summoned when I lost control, that she was my summon/I had summoned her, basically it seemed that I had somehow set her to automatically summon if I lost control or I had summoned her before I lost control, but I am not sure.
Alice was an emergency backup I assume to help stop me if I lost control and/or to help protect the others and/or to help me win the fight.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream involved a woman and some others driving in one or more vehicles past the old F Baptist building in the city of D late in the afternoon or early in the evening, and they were transported Chucky from the Child’s Play movies.
I guess they were trying to transport him somewhere where they could lock/seal him away and/or destroy him, but somehow he escaped the vehicle after maybe killing one or more people inside.
I was possibly walking or driving further behind them, when I saw this I rushed to help, and Chucky ran way fast with his little feet/legs before I could reach them; maybe he saw me, him and I have history, and so maybe he remembered that I will kill him/have killed him in various past dreams.
Chucky probably would have killed the woman if I had not shown up, I last saw him run around a corner between two buildings that were the old T-Shirt Store and a small building that the Methodist church uses.
I did not want Chucky to get away and hurt more people, I felt my usual desire to kill him, and I wanted to rush after him immediately but I briefly stopped to talk to the woman and warn her and let her know that I had killed Chucky several times before in the past et cetera.
After a brief rushed talk I ran to try to find Chucky to destroy him again as soon as possible, and I probably yelled out challenging Chucky to come out and face me; and I told him that I was not afraid of him anymore, and that I was going to hunt him down and destroy him like the other times.
I did not think that he would come out, he would probably sneak around killing people, and maybe sometimes he would try to attack me with traps and brief sneak attacks and then run and hide again.
But I woke up before I could find and destroy him unfortunately.
I did not record my dreams like I should have, and so now I barely remember part of two dreams.
All that I can remember of this dream now is that I had one or more superpowers, and I wanted to help people at work and after work.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
I assume that this dream was inspired by me watching several episodes of the web television show The Boys yesterday:
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, and it involved me walking around outside through alleys et cetera on my way to and from one or more locations like maybe a small apartment or house that I was possibly living in.
I met various people during my journey, maybe some of my family members and maybe some of my former classmates et cetera, and I remember seeing sticks/boards/pieces of wood so I picked one to use as a melee weapon for defense.
At some point I met my department supervisor/an assistant director of our library/my coworker Mrs. JM, and she told me that she had a brief conversation with Martin Scorsese during a telephone call.
She was excited about this, she told me that she had made an official telephone call, and to her surprise she got to talk to Mr. Scorsese during it.
She told me that he gave her some advice, but I can not remember what it was.
But I woke up.
This dream possibly started during the day with me being at the house of my parents, my male cousin DE was unstable and he was around the area, and maybe he came over wanting my mom to take him somewhere; either way my mom left at some point.
The next thing that I remember is a job place where some people were developing a video game, their boss was or looked like the character Mitchell Ellison from the television show Daredevil, and he was not happy about something that they were doing so he complained to them about something that I can not remember.