All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, the forgotten parts of the dream took place at The BP Library where I was working, and at some point I left with my female coworker MA and a fictional female coworker with light-color skin with dark-color hair wearing glasses and a man who looked like or was Iain Glen.
We went to my parents house, MA drove her automobile and the other female coworker probably rode with her, and Mr. Glen rode in my automobile.
I offered some food to the others and they accepted, and I remember us going inside the house where I offered them some homemade and store bought desserts.
The next thing that I remember is the others leaving except for Mr. Glen and I, and I remember us walking around outside.
I am not sure if we walked somewhere else that looked partly like my parents yard or where we were at this point, I just remember seeing a strange earth/dirt made structure built on a cave or something, and it looked like it was where my parents house should be or it was in front of it.
I felt that we should avoid it but Mr. Glen wanted to take a closer look so he walked in the fenced yard, I hid behind what looked like the storage buildings in my parents yard that were in the same location they would be if this was my parents yard, and I warned him but he did not listen.
I watched from behind cover, it looked like an ancient structure, but I felt that maybe a tribe that had not made much if any contact with the modern world was probably living inside the cave or whatever.
At some point I noticed two very short men with light-medium color skin wearing only loincloths with bowl-like haircuts with dark-color hair with maybe some paint on their faces and body holding bows and arrows hiding like they were about to ambush Mr. Glen, and so I warned him to run to where I was.
As he did this the two very short men jumped out of hiding along with other very short men, and they started shooting arrows at us and making sounds and maybe saying some things in an unknown language.
The metal storage buildings were good cover, some of the arrows went over it and outside the yard, and at some point we ran out of the yard.
We decided to return to The BP Library, but I woke up as we walked there talking about what had just happened.
Here are my barely edited text notes that I made of my last dream on my mobile phone that I may finish editing later:
All that I can remember of this transitioning dream is that at some point in the dream during the day outside there was a boy with light-color skin with yellow hair who would let arrows be shot at him with a bow as someone films this.
I slept well/solidly last night and annoyingly I once again woke up from a dream with a blank mind feeling like I had to use the bathroom badly and I got awakened by an alarm clock and by people talking loudly, and once again even though I know that I had several clear dreams I forgot all of them except for part of one dream that I barely remembered part of after taking a moment to try to remember my dreams before getting out of bed to use the bathroom.
I am not sure if this next part is part of that dream or not, either way I will assume that it is part of the same dream, and I think that I was in a fictional city working as a delivery person; and I could run super fast, and so I probably would run around the city super fast delivering packages/things to people and I was very good at my job.
One evening or late afternoon probably near the end of my work day I think that I got a call from my mom and/or the male neighbor of someone who lived next to the person who(m) I was supposed to deliver some packages to, the packages were supposed to be delivered to a man, but the neighbor told me and/or my mom not to deliver the packages to the man; and so I went to the neighbor’s house with my mom to investigate the situation.
The neighbor was outside in an outdoor area between his yard and his neighbor’s yard (the man who(m) I was supposed to deliver the packages to) that they both shared as a hangout/recreational area, and there was a bar/seating area with some alcoholic drinks behind the bar and a homemade archery range and some other things around the hangout area.
The neighbor was sitting at the bar drinking and he looked/sounded like the actor Danny DeVito, we greeted him and he started to explain why I should not deliver the packages to the man/his neighbor/his friend, and he explained that the man was having problems with his kids/his marriage/his job/his temper/et cetera and that he has got drunk a lot recently and was having problems with alcoholism now.
The neighbor explained that recently the man had been acting more violent and talking about possibly committing some violent acts, and recently he found a note that seemed to show that the man was possibly planning a violent attack on one or more people possibly at his job and/or other targeted acts of violence and/or random acts of violence; and the neighbor told me that the packages he did not want me to deliver to the man probably contained bullets/ammunition, I checked the packages and he was correct, and so he feared the man was going to kill people if I delivered the packages/bullets to him.
He did not want to go to the police about the situation if possible and he was hoping that the note and the talks of violence were just angry drunken mistakes that the man had made and not serious and/or that we could talk to the man, and convince him to not carry out his plans and get professional help with his problems.
The man came home and he walked toward us looking a bit drunk and he grabbed an alcoholic drink from the bar, even though we suggested that he not drink any more alcohol because he already seemed drunk, and he angrily told us not to tell him what to do; and then he greeted me asking me if I had come to deliver his packages, I did not answer his question, and I tried to distract him by asking him a question.
The man looked/sounded like the actor Mel Gibson I think and I started talking with him about some of his problems, and eventually we started talking about the note that his neighbor found and how we wanted him to not hurt anyone; and how we wanted him to get some help, but he got angry and he yelled at me as he became even more drunk from his alcoholic drink that he was drinking and he started to act violent.
I quickly handled the situation by distracting him with a question again as I quietly took his alcoholic drink away from him and I helped move him from the bar, I had to physically move him because he was too drunk to walk by himself, and he started to calm down once he realized that I was trying to help him; and he drunkenly said that he was sorry, that he did not want to hurt anyone, he admitted that he kept getting drunk in response to his current problems and that he wanted help with his alcoholism, and he wanted professional help with is problems.
We gave him a positive response after he said these things, we hoped that he really meant what he said and that he was not just saying this because he was drunk, and we told him that we would try to help him to get professional help; and I told him that I would not delivery the packages/bullets to him, and I suggested that he avoid his guns/weapons at this time but I got awakened in the real world by an alarm clock/people talking loudly/feeling like I had to use the bathroom badly.
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