I only barely recorded part of one or more dreams, I am not sure which, and so I will type them more like one dream.
I had a variety of dreams or parts of this dream that involved cloth face masks, in the real world I was to wake up early to go get some free cloth face masks that were donated to our city by the Hanes company to be given out for free to people in our parish, and so that inspired these dreams or this dream.
I forgot most of my dreams, I do remember having several short dreams when I kept waking up and going back to sleep to check the time, and those dreams involve me thinking about my new job IT Assistant job that I was to start today at The BP Library where I already work.
I probably did more than just think about the new job, I possibly went to work in one or more of the dreams, but I can not remember.
I had more dreams that I remembered that did not involve work, but I can not remember them now.
I did not voice record my dreams each time that I woke up, and so I forgot most of my dreams except for barely part of two dreams from last night.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was sorting and setting up a cart of films/movies like at my shelver job at The BP Library, and as I was doing this I would look at the labels and titles and covers of each film; and I would daydream and/or have a dream within a dream about an overview of each film that I put in its correct order.
Sometimes I probably would just be watching the overview of each film acted out, but at other times I was acting out these overviews of each film as an actor in the films.
To make things even more confusing I remember some of these overviews of films involving a woman with brownish-color skin who was the leader of something (maybe a country or kingdom or something like that), and she always had a female assistant with her.
I am not sure which of these is correct but I would possibly see her acting out some of these overviews of these films and/or I would see things from her point of view and/or sometimes I was her, but I can not remember.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was talking with my brother CC, I am not sure what we were talking about, but I do remember disagreeing with my brother CC and explaining why he was wrong about whatever the topic was.
I knew more about the topic than him and so I tried to educate him on it, it was a good conversation, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Tell us your funniest relationship disaster story.
This is my answer:
Unfortunately I have never been in a romantic relationship, and so I can not answer this prompt; and so instead here is a video clip of a scene from the film Inception:
I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for part of my last dream but unfortunately I forgot most of what I remembered of this dream as I was using the bathroom, and so I lost most of the details before I could voice record the dream; but fortunately I still remember barely part of the dream.
The dream took place in a slightly dimly lit windowless unprofessional-looking operating room that felt like it was possibly underground but I am not sure, and this room had an opening on the left side of the room and one of the right side of the room; and there was also a bathroom, and there was an operating table in the room that probably did not look very professional.
I was here to have surgery, my parent’s were probably there to support me, and oddly my uncle CE was the person who was going to do my surgery even though he is not a doctor and he is not involved in any medical job field at all but somehow I did not think that this was odd in the dream; and there was a fictional unknown man who was my uncle CE’s assistant, and they both were probably wearing scrubs and surgical masks.
The room and everything did not seem very professional or sterile or equipped enough but oddly I was going through with it anyway, I remember my uncle CE and the man prepping/preparing me and themselves for the surgery, and they asked me some questions and they were doing some tests and I was wearing a hospital gown; and they wanted to do some X-Rays of maybe my head and/or something else, but I needed to urinate first but they did not want me to use the bathroom for some strange reason.
I insisted that I needed to urinate badly and I probably refused to continue unless they let me use the bathroom, there was a pause where I got a short break, and I remember thinking about sneaking to urinate in the bathroom; but I was not sure if I should because they did not want me to urinate for some unknown reasons, and so I can not remember if I urinated or not.
I just remember talking to my parent’s and then walking into another room through the opening on the right side of the operating room and something happened that I can not remember that was like something from the video game Fallout 4, maybe we got attacked but I am not sure, and whatever happened interrupted things even longer; but I think that we got things under control eventually.
I probably returned to continue preparing for surgery and I remember laying on the operating table and they put some equipment on me and they hooked me up to something, they probably did the X-Rays and they probably started looking at them before starting the surgery, but I probably woke up while they were still looking at the X-Rays.
All that I can remember of this dream is that the end of the dream took place during the day and I was standing in the parking lot of the shopping center by W Park in the city of D, I remember hearing and seeing and being told a story about a fictional basketball player from many years ago, and his story was in black and white because it took place so long ago (during a period where maybe racial segregation was still going on and/or had just ended).
The basketball player was a tall and large and muscular man with dark-brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who was said to be an amazing athlete and basketball player with a lot of potential, I saw a black and white video clip of him playing in a basketball game, and a referee with whitish colored skin with short dark-colored hair called a foul on him saying that he fouled another player who had whitish colored skin.
He obviously did not foul the other player, it was obviously an intentional bad call made by the referee probably because of his racist beliefs (the player was not even close to the other player, and there was clearly no foul), and it was so obviously a bad call that even the announcers were confused by the bad call; and this terrible call because a source of jokes even many years later as comedians and others would use it in some of their comedy routines.
One day the basketball player had to have surgery for something that I can not remember, the doctor botched the surgery, and the doctor botched the surgery so bad that the basketball player was never able to play any sport again; and even many years later people wondered what he would have achieved if that had never happened, and this saddened many people.
His family sued the doctor but I am not sure if they won or not because I woke up.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in an area that seemed to be where the McDonald’s in the city of D should be, Donald Trump was standing in a room with an attractive woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish colored hair who I assumed was his assistant, and there were journalist filming them and taking photographs as they both stood in front of the journalists.
They were in a kitchen-like room with maybe a window separating them from the journalists, so maybe the journalists were outside in the parking lot outside the windows but I am not sure, and sitting behind Mr. Trump and his assistant was a thin dangerous-looking man wearing a long sleeve maybe plaid button shirt who had light brownish colored skin with very short hair who looked like he used to be in a so-called Latin gang or cartel; and I assumed that he was their bodyguard, and it looked like he possibly had a gun sitting on the counter where he was sitting but I was not sure (I possibly was not even in the dream, but I am not sure).
Mr. Trump and his assistant would look at the journalists and then look back nervously at the man behind them like they were afraid of him, they kept doing this and looking stiff like maybe they were being held hostage but I was not sure, and the man sitting behind them looked calm and dangerous and in control like he was maybe enjoying this and letting them suffer a bit not knowing what he was going to do to them or not; but I was not sure, maybe he was no threat to them, but it was not clear.
Also I sensed or assumed that Mr. Trump and his assistant were in a sexual/romantic relationship but I am not sure, they continued to awkwardly stand there for the cameras and look back sometimes at the man behind them, but I woke up.
I had another dream before this but I got interrupted before I could voice record or think about it because the repair man came to fix the telephone line, so I can not remember that dream, but I do remember part of my last dream which was about a man with whitish colored skin with dark-colored hair who possibly had a wife or girlfriend or mother who he cared about; and I think that his father was a vampire and his father’s assistant was probably a vampire, and all of them probably lived in the same multi-story house.
The dream took place during the day and at some point in the dream the man’s father and his father’s assistant locked his son in a windowless room and chained him up to do some experiments on him while his wife or girlfriend or mother was possibly somewhere else in the house unaware of what was going on, it seemed that his father wanted to turn his son into a dangerous weapon by making him: stronger, faster, violent, ruthless, et cetera through various experiments to turn him into something else.
At some point it seemed that the experiment was working and the son started to change and grow bigger and stronger and wild and violent and he lost control of himself, the father and his assistant were excited and happy and they started to celebrate, and the father complimented his son; and something possibly happened before this or after this where maybe the wife or girlfriend or mother was possibly killed by the father and/or his assistant and/or his now out of control son, but I can not remember.
The son looked like he had turned into basically a bigger and stronger and wilder real life version of Wolverine from The X-Men, the now out of control son was angry at his father and his assistant for doing this to him and for possibly causing the possible death of his wife or girlfriend or mother, and he was so strong now that he broke his chains; and he killed his vampire father, and then his father’s assistant ran so he chased him but he escaped.
I was in the dream at this point trying to calm the son down a bit, I remember him calming down a bit and he put on a bigger and looser version of the blueish and yellowish colored uniform that Wolverine wears, and he started running outside on the roof; and I remember saying:
“Really? Yellow and blue spandex? I am sorry, but that looks ridiculous man.” or something like that.
We laughed and he said that it did not look bad to him, and I replied that at least he likes it and is comfortable wearing it regardless what others things.
He vowed to hunt down his father’s assistant and after killing him he wanted to find out what they did to him and see if he could cure himself/return back to normal, if not, he would try to use his new abilities to help people; but I woke up.