This dream took place in another city, maybe even another country, and I was riding in an automobile with my parents and one of them was driving.
I remember us driving by maybe a beach, there was a somewhat muscular toned hairy man barely wearing any swimwear who looked like Rider Strong (it was not him) who was there, he looked like he needed a ride so we asked him, he spoke with maybe an accent like he was possibly from Vatican City or Italy, he did need a ride, so he got dressed in a priest outfit (so he was a priest), and he rode with us as we took him to his church.
This dream involved my dad and I going to my aunt JE’s house to bring her something and / or to move something for her at her house, when we got to the house there was a man working on something inside, and a woman talking with my aunt JE.
We did whatever we came there to do for JE but she wanted us to do more things, and after we did those things she wanted us to do more like she wanted us to get her a prayer desk or something like that.
At some point we were walking through an outdoor area where a group of people from different political groups started arguing, some were probably more politically left-leaning while the other side was probably more Alt-Right / right-leaning, a fight started and / or the Alt-Right-leaning group had quietly called in an ambush on the left-leaning group.
Suddenly basically an Alt-Right / right-leaning army slowly started attacking, my brother GC and I got caught up in it even though we were not with either group, and the Alt-Right / right-leaning ambush army were attacking us too so we fought against them as we tried to escape.
We were doing good but they had Navy Seal-like special forces coming from under and on the water, aircraft, land vehicles, and a large force constantly joining the battle.
My brother GC and I fought well, taking out many of them during our escape, we went in and out of the water trying to avoid the special forces and sometimes fighting them until they finally killed us when we were almost out of their range.
When we died we returned outside the virtual reality video game world into the normal dream world, we were in an area that looked like the open freezer section at Walmart, and there were tables with people sitting down wearing virtual reality headgear and equipment who were still playing the virtual reality video game.
The people near us were part of the Alt-Right / right-leaning ambush army, they were organized into teams with someone leading each team, and the team closest to us was led by a man with dark-color skin with short black hair who was possibly leading the special forces team.
They had clearly planned things out, the left-leaning group was not organized or prepared like this, and so they stood no chance.
I then had a false awakening where I woke up from this dream into another dream not realizing that I was still dreaming, I was in a strange windowless room (not a bedroom) that had bare rough-looking possibly slightly wet or strange-looking concrete and / or metal walls with a dark hallway, and I was laying down and my brother GC was in the room to my left maybe still trying to play the video game.
I was experiencing sleep paralysis and I was partly laying on my right side, I was close to the wall near the dark hallway, there were some objects near me.
I experienced an assumed auditory hallucination of some maybe mouse-like sounds, appearing to come out of one or more of the objects and / or a hole in the wall was a mouse, but it was not real I do not think and it was not moving when I looked at it.
I possibly moved in and out of sleep paralysis in this false awakening dream and in the real world where I was on the living room couch, in the assumed real world sleep paralysis experience I felt a presence approaching me, but I was paralyzed in the same position as my sleep paralysis experience in the dream so I was facing the back of the couch so I could not get a good view of what was approaching me from behind at first.
I am not sure if some of this took place in the dream sleep paralysis or not, I possibly jumped quickly back and forth between the two, I just remember feeling the presence reach around me like it was going to touch my arm and somehow I was able to slightly move one arm enough to grab it with my thumb and one other finger.
I felt the presence that I just grabbed, it felt like a wrist maybe, and I somewhat saw a ghost-like arm or arm-like thing that I was grabbing that possibly faded in and out.
The presence then felt like it was moving in to hug me from behind, the presence did not feel negative and the movements did not seem negative, it just seemed like it wanted to make physical contact and just hold me or something to my surprise and confusion.
I felt it wrapping around me from behind to hug / cradle / hold me briefly, I still could not move anything else other than slightly holding its wrist or whatever, and then maybe it let go so I let its wrist or whatever go; and I probably jumped back to the sleep paralysis in the dream and / or it changed back to the strange room.
I realized that one sleep paralysis experience was in a dream and that the other was in the real world, this caused the dream to collapse and I woke up into the real sleep paralysis experience completely, and then I was able to break the paralysis shortly after this and I did not feel the presence anymore like it had left after letting go.
But that is all that I can remember.
This dream had several transitions, I think that maybe my male cousin ME or a man like him was about to go to a college and maybe he was to play American football there, but somehow it transitioned to where I went to the college and I was playing American football at that college.
We were outside practicing or warming up and / or starting a football game in an outdoor stadium, my former male classmate JP was on the team too, and at some point during maybe a punt return I was running the ball slowly as JP and several others blocked for me in a formation around me and we probably started from the complete other side of the field.
I was ducked down behind the formation that they had as we slowly ran until they told me that there was an opening, and so I was able to run fast and break from the formation.
They broke the formation to try to continue blocking for me, the field was mostly open so I only had to dodge one or two tackles and they only had to block a few, and eventually I ran until I made a touchdown.
The crowd cheered, I celebrated with my team briefly and I thanked them et cetera, and on the instant replay the announcers messed up on my name and they called me Tristan *A last name that I can not remember that started with the letter F*; Tristan was a player who used to be on the team.
I walked off to report this mistake so that they could fix it, I remember walking through the tunnel / walkway where the concession stands were and a room where people in the audience could report problems, and a female employee with dark-color skin with black hair who was working at the concession stand asked me if I was Tristan who had just scored that touchdown on that long run.
I told her that they had messed up on my name, I told her my name, and then I told her that it was me who had just scored that touchdown.
I probably asked her if I could report the mistake to the audience reporting area, she said no and that I had to use the other reporting area for the players et cetera which was across the other side of the stadium up higher, and so I probably started walking to talk to my coaches.
I think that a news crew was interviewing people, but I woke up.
This dream took place during the day at my parents house, I was in the kitchen talking with my brother GC, and at some point I realized that the windows in the kitchen were open even though I had closed them earlier and I had not heard any sounds from the outside.
This annoyed me and so I started closing them while complaining to my brother GC about this, and how it was probably our mom who had opened them for no clear reason; but I woke up.
This dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D I assume, someone I knew had been given the honor of riding with The Pope on a parade float in a parade that was about to start soon by The BP Library I assume, but they were not going to be able to make it so they asked me to go in their place and so I did.
I remember being outside in maybe the patron parking lot of The BP Library, I went to The Pope’s parade float to let the people there know who I was and why I was there, and then I sat in the front of the float next to an old man with light-color skin who I assumed was The Pope and I greeted him and we shook hands et cetera.
At some point I learned that he was not The Pope but he was probably a high-level priest, The Pope had not arrived yet, and so we waited for him to arrive as other people waited by their floats and as the crowd waited.
The vehicle that was to pull our float had a young man with light-color skin with maybe short brown hair on the back of it, and standing on the ground talking to him was an even younger young man with light-color skin.
The others with The Pope’s float said that The Pope was going to arrive soon so they walked to a nearby fictional field, and I stayed with the float.
A somewhat older woman with light-color skin walked over to the float to talk to me, at first I did not recognize her, but then I realized that it was my coworker Mrs. C.
I remember Mrs. C trying to suggest something and / or warn me about, but I can not remember what.
The young men who were nearby started talking out-loud about Mrs. C, they did not think that we knew each other and they falsely assumed that she was just a random crazy old lady who was talking out-loud to herself and me, and Mrs. C heard them talking about her and she stopped talking like what they said bothered her.
Mrs. C waited quietly like she was waiting on an adult to show up by their vehicle so that she could complain to the adult about the two young men, I felt bad about not saying something to the two young men, but then Mrs. C left looking like what they had said was still bothering her and I apologized to her as she walked away quietly.
Shortly after this The Pope arrived with bodyguards et cetera, and so I walked across the field at a distance from the others to follow them to the float.
Among the group now was my former male classmate TC and a woman who was with him, and I greeted them.