All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside my parents house, it felt like it was possibly dark outside, but I never got to see the outside.
At some point I went walking from the living room toward my bedroom, and when I passed the open bathroom door I saw my dad & one of my brothers naked in there like one of them was about to take a bath while the other was probably drying off after taking a bath.
I fell asleep on the living room couch for an hour or two, I woke up without recording my dreams, got in bed and I went back to sleep having many other dreams that I remembered, but I did not record them each time that I woke up; and so now I only remember a few parts of only a few dreams unfortunately.
This dream or dreams involved a small multi-story apartment or apartment house, I and / or someone I knew lived there, and I went to and from there several times; and I remember watching this building from the outside at least once (almost like a stakeout where I was on the lookout for something and / or someone).
I am not sure if this was one or two dreams, and so I will separate them as two different dreams.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the evening and / or night at this point in the dream, which was probably the end of the dream, and at some point I happen to meet my brother GC’s former male classmate C.
My brother GC’s former classmate C started talking to me and maybe eventually he started talking to Dashie (Charlie Guzman) and TPindell (Troy Pindell) from YouTube who also happen to be in the area, and C invited us to his house so we went to his house (maybe we walked, but I can not remember).
C lived in a very small and cramped abandoned-like one-story house across the street from my uncle WC’s house, and we sat at a table that assume was his dining room table and it was very cramped in this room.
I remember us having fun talking and playing games, like maybe board games and maybe cards, and we also played a drawing game where we would each draw something and compare them to see who had the best drawing.
I remember Dashie joking around and cheating, instead of drawing something himself he found a painting that was already in C’s house and he used that, and I remember calling him out as cheating and that he obviously did not draw that as we laughed and had fun joking about this.
I actually drew something but I can not remember what it was, we compared drawings but I can not remember who won, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream was probably inspired by Episode 9 (A Priest Walks Into A Bar) of Season 1 of the television show Lucifer.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it also took place during the evening and / or night, at least the parts that I can remember, and the dream world was possibly a post-apocalyptic one where maybe the government et cetera had collapsed so many homes were probably abandoned like many people were gone and / or dead and gang / raider-like groups were free to prey on people and control various areas with no police / military et cetera to stop them but I could be wrong and that is just my assumption.
All that I can remember is that at some point in the dream there was someone named Maze who had been kidnapped by a gang / raider-like group, I felt that Maze was probably the character Maze (Mazikeen) from the television show Lucifer.
The kidnappers demanded a ransom but I can not remember what they wanted, I decided to help the people who wanted Maze back, and I joined them as they went to give the kidnappers what they wanted in exchange for Maze.
The people who wanted Maze back included a woman who had possibly once been kidnapped by the kidnappers and had maybe escaped them or been freed after someone paid the ransom (probably escaped them because I do not think that she wanted to be seen by the kidnappers), my former male classmate MT, at least two other men (maybe Lucifer Morningstar was among them, but I doubt it), and at least two other women.
We paid the kidnappers the ransom, the leader was a man with light-color skin and he smiled and laughed and he hinted that they had done something to Maze and they refused to give us Maze, and we briefly argued with him but he refused to give us Maze so we possibly returned to tell the others who were possibly hiding not that far away.
The woman who had once been taken hostage by them probably had inside knowledge of their headquarters because she probably helped us sneak into their headquarters, we found Maze and it was Maze (Mazikeen) from the television show Lucifer like I had expected, but she was unconscious and she would not wake up at first so the kidnappers really did do something to her.
I found an orange prescription bottle of muscle relaxers spilled on the floor in the corner of Maze’s cell next to what looked like hay, I did not know what the pills were at first, I told the others and I read the bottle and in the description written on the bottle I saw that they were muscle relaxers so we assumed that they gave a bunch of them to Maze so that is probably why she was unconscious and she would probably not be able to walk on her own.
We carried Maze as we sneaked to the house of the woman who had once been kidnapped by these kidnappers before, and she lived either in either the same house as my brother GC’s former classmate C from the first dream or a house to the right of where it should be and next to the street across from the church at the beginning of my parent’s street.
Maze woke up but she could not walk on her own and she probably went back to sleep after telling us that she would be okay, and we safely made it back to the woman’s house.
Most of the houses in the neighborhood seemed abandoned now, even her house seemed abandoned, and there was a fear that the kidnappers would come looking for us so we were going to leave eventually but we stopped to think up a plan as we waited for Maze to hopefully somewhat recover a bit.
Maze did not seem to have any of her demon powers because I doubt that any humans could kidnap her own their own because she is too powerful and tough for regular humans to handle, and I wondered if she was mortal now and / or if the muscle relaxers were to blame and / or if someone with powers had helped the kidnappers.
The woman’s house had three doors, one in the front, one in the back, and one on the right side in the kitchen that somewhat reminded me of that part of my deceased grandfather IC’s house.
As we came up with a plan we stayed alert and we looked through the windows often, at some point Maze was well enough to walk with help so we were about to leave, and I needed to urinate so I went to urinate in a toilet that was on the left side of the hall on the way to the front door oddly.
The toilet was just there in the open but I did not care, I went to urinate but my former classmate MT started trying to urinate in the toilet as well oddly, and so I backed off to let him urinate first.
While he was urinating I started trying to lock all of the doors, the back door could lock but it could easily be pushed open so I slid a heavy chest of drawers in front of it, the front door could lock and stay locked normally, but the side door only had some bent nails to keep it closed so I was going to have to move something heavy in front of it.
While I was doing this I found two framed photographs behind the heavy object that I moved in front of the side door, the photographs were possibly from the 1990s or 1980s and they showed an attractive woman with light-brown skin with maybe long rusty brown curly hair with a 1980s or 1990s fluffy(?) or big hair(?) look who seemed to be the mother of the woman living at this house, and the woman in the photographs seemed to be in either South America or Spain or Puerto Rico or somewhere else where Spanish is spoken (I forgot to mention that the woman living in this house possibly spoke English with a slight accent like she could also speak Spanish).
The woman living in this house walked over, she commented about the photographs and she said that the woman in the photographs was her mother, and she said something about her being happy back then and she said something about her career (it seemed that her mother possibly was working in media and / or modeling, but I am not sure); and it sounded like her mother was probably dead now.
The woman probably went outside and I remember asking a woman repeatedly about the doors and if they were secured enough now, but the woman would never answer my questions which was annoying so I kept checking the doors and then windows trying to figure out how to best secure them as the others waited outside.
Time was running out and we needed to leave, but I woke up.
I had a very long transitional dream with many different transitions, I woke up remembering more of them but I got out of bed too quickly to get my MP3 player to voice record them, and this caused my brain to start forgetting them quickly because I did not organize them enough before quickly getting out of bed to voice record them so I forgot parts of this dream that I had remembered at first unfortunately.
Fortunately I was still able to remember some of this dream at least, and part of another dream.
There was so much more to this long transitional dream that transitioned so many times without me noticing it but unfortunately I forgot a lot of it when I rushed to voice record it, and so all that I can remember of this dream from last night is that at some point in the dream I was inside an airport or station-like building with a tour (tourist)-like group of people from different countries with most probably being from English-speaking countries.
We started walking across the building to probably stop to use the bathrooms first so I walked inside what I assume was the men’s bathroom, but then I noticed that at least three women in our group walked into the bathroom as well.
One of the women walked like she knew where she was going, the second woman walked like she was confused and just following the group, and the third woman seemed like she was confused at first but then like she knew where she was going and then I could not tell.
I was confused and wondering if this was a unisex bathroom now but the sign was outdated or if that maybe this was a protest to the new bathroom laws or something else, I paused trying to decide if I should talk with the women about this, and then I realized that one of the women was the musician Pauline Croze.
She said something in French to me at some point and I said something in French back, we briefly spoke in French as we walked to a waiting and sitting area with tables and chairs under a television, and I quickly switched to English because my French skills are very limited (below basic).
We started talking in English as I asked Mrs. Croze how to say certain words and phrases in French and as I asked what certain words and phrases translated to in English, she explained some of this to me, and I remember her asking me if I wanted to call her grandmother to practice my French with her.
I told her that I was not comfortable or skilled enough for that and that even talking with her now was uncomfortable and hard for me but I thanked her, she then asked if I wanted to play a card game that I have never heard of, and she started to deal out the cards.
I admitted that I was embarrassed to say that I had no idea how to play this unknown card game or many other popular card games like poker et cetera, and we probably smiled and laughed and joked about this.
I asked her if she could teach me how to play this card game so she started explaining it to me, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
Several other parts and transitions of the dream involved me walking outside from maybe school with many other classmates each day on our way home across a fictional area near the train tracks like in the city of D from by the BM Hospital to the BP Library, and things probably slightly changed with each transition to where there was now a body of water and boat docks near the train tracks.
Each day I would see and probably briefly talk with some of my former classmates on our walk home, like my former female classmate MW and my former male classmate SB and many others, but that is all that I can remember of these transitions and parts of the dream.
Several other parts and transitions of the dream involved a building that was possibly this same building or connected to it or near it, in each of these transitions I would walk into a carpeted business that sold food, and it was a bit like a food stand with a large counter in mostly an open room with little furniture and a television.
During one transition my former classmate MT was working there now, I was still unemployed, and I remember greeted him and talking with him before ordering my food.
We talked about him getting this job and the job and my joblessness et cetera, and then I realized that he was on the television on a special channel for this business or food stand or restaurant.
He told me that he had his own television show on that channel, he then started preparing my food, and that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The next thing that I remember is possibly seeing inside the same room (business) or another room (business) in this building but I am not sure if I was in the dream or not, a female entity with magical powers who I will call a fairy godmother entered the business with white skin with big long yellow fairy tale hair and a big fairy tale dress, and she seemed to be what some would call an evil fairy godmother.
Another somewhat similar looking fairy godmother entered the business as well, she seemed to be what some would call a good fairy godmother, and no other customers seemed to be in the room.
Both fairy godmother’s recognized each other and they greeted each other, a challenge was given where the evil fairy godmother wanted to fight, but the good fairy godmother chose a peaceful alternative where they would play a special board game that fairy godmothers knew to settle their challenge.
The good fairy godmother presented the board for the evil fairy godmother to examine with her powers and magnifying glass to make sure that it was not tampered with, and she walked away until she was done.
While she was away the evil fairy godmother did something to probably start a fire, and the next thing that I can remember is being outside in an area like the previous walking transitions.
It seemed that all of this dream took place in the same country, I was now at the dock area at first, and then I remember being or going out in a boat on the water to or with some young men who seemed to be members of the British Navy who worked as firefighters and were doing some training.
Maybe I was going to warn them about the evil fairy godmother starting a fire but I can not remember, I just remember us seeing smoke in the distance and it was clear that a big fire was going, and most of the firefighters were with us training on boats so there were barely any left on land to fight the fire so we rushed to the dock to get to the equipment and fight the fire.
As we got closer we realized that fires were spreading around the city and could possibly burn the entire city if not stopped, and one of the firefighters and sailors grimly said: “London has fallen.” because he did not think that we would be able to get to all the fire in time to save the city.
I assume that we were in London, England since he said that, I probably tried to raise their morale because they seemed ready to give up, and we finally reached the docks and we rushed to get the equipment and fight the fires.
I remember struggling to put on the suit with the firefighter gear and uniform as John Goodman’s character talked, and Martin Riggs and Roger Murtaugh told jokes.
I almost forgot or forgot that London was burning because of the interesting and comedic performances of these characters, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I went to visit someone at a small house by maybe a small boat dock-like area away from other houses and the city during a gray day, and this person had a male housemate with white skin with short hair who looked and dressed and acted like he was possibly involved in criminal activities and/or a gang.
Things were normal at first until something happened that I can not remember where the housemate pulled out a revolver and was going to shoot the person who I was visiting, I tried to talk him down but that did not work and he was going to shoot me too now probably, and so I had to disarm him.
After taking the revolver from him I had to try to make a decision, should I call the police and risk him and probably some of his gang members trying to kill us in revenge or should I give him the revolver back once he promises to not harm us, and so I discussed this with him and the person who I had come to visit.
I remember emptying the bullets from the revolver when the housemate was not looking so that if I did give it back to him that he could not shoot us in case he decided to betray us, and then we called a female friend to help us make a decision because we did not trust the housemate.
This female friend called a man who knew the housemate to ask him for advice and to see if this man could guarantee that he could make sure that the housemate followed our deal to not kill or harm us, and this man was the professional wrestler Ric Flair (wooo! 😀 ).
I woke up as our female friend was still talking with Ric Flair.
Last night I barely remember any of my dream fragments and I think that one of them involved a strange game that some of my brothers were playing that combined elements of a board game, video game, and virtual reality or another reality; I think that I was able to move between the real world where they were and into another world that was virtual reality or another reality, where their actions in the real world were effecting/affecting, as they played their board game or whatever it was.
But that is all that I can remember of that dream fragment.
I do remember some of the dream before that one, which took place at my parent’s house.
I remember waking up in the dream and I woke my brother GC up to tell him that it was time for him to get ready for college / his college classes for the day, and he made a mumbling noise like he did not feel like getting out of bed and that he was tired; and so I told him that he needed to get ready soon, but he could sleep a few more minutes.
He did not open his eyes exactly but his eye lids moved and he seemed tired & he did not move very much, but he heard me, and so I just assumed that he was being his normal lazy self and/or that he had not gotten enough sleep again as usual; and I wondered if he felt a bit sick, but I did not think that it was anything serious.
I got back in bed and I went to sleep in the dream again, later I woke up in the dream again, and I went to see if my brother GC was out of bed yet; but he was still in bed, so I told him to get up, but he did not respond.
I shook him a bit but he did not respond, I started to get worried, and I looked to see if he was breathing; but he was not breathing, I checked his pulse, and I did not get a pulse.
I started to panic a bit and I went to call 911 and my parent’s, I might have performed CPR on him, but I assumed that he had been dead/without oxygen for too long probably; but it did not work.
I felt sad and angry at myself, I probably cried a bit, I felt that it was partly my fault for not noticing the signs that he was near death, when I had tried to wake him up earlier in the dream; I felt that it was my responsibility as the oldest brother to watch out for him and my other brothers.
The dream jumped to an unknown time into the future, probably days or weeks or months later, and I was talking with my mom about the death of my brother GC; I still partly blamed myself, I had not moved on, and I had not properly grieved the loss of my brother GC yet.
I was sad, angry, I hated myself a bit, and I had not forgiven myself yet; and I felt like I had failed my brother GC, my family, myself, and my responsibility as the oldest brother.
I kept having flashbacks of the death of my brother GC, those memories kept haunting me every day & night, those memories would randomly come to my mind throughout the day & night, like I was re-living them all over again; and I probably had moments of crying and trying to figure out what I could do to deal with my failure & make it all stop, and I might have even called out to my dead brother GC and/or whoever/whatever might be listening for help/guidance but that is a wild guess since that it not something that I would probably do.
I woke up while suffering and trying to deal with it all.