All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was maybe inside a fictional version of my parent’s house or a building where maybe my family and I lived, and I was talking to (actually it seemed more like he was talking to me) the musician Lil Yachty (Miles Parks McCollum).
I know almost nothing about Lil Yachty and I have not even heard an entire song of his, and so I have no idea why he would be in one of my dreams other than maybe this Sprite commercial that I saw during maybe (Super Bowl LI) Super Bowl 51:
Anyway, Lil Yachty was talking to me about maybe the space between things, like the space between parts in television commercials and film (movie) scenes and video game scenes et cetera.
He was interested in focusing on the details of the space between things, I was busy trying to do something else that I can not remember, and so I was not interested in the details of the space between things and I was only interested in the important details that would give me an overall view/understanding of each television commercial/film/video game/et cetera because I did not have time to focus on all the small details.
Basically I was focused on the big picture and he was focused on the small details, Lil Yachty was going through things looking at those small details and telling me about them, which was disturbing and interrupting whatever it was that I was trying to do so I was a bit annoyed and I possibly let him know that I was busy with something else.
I probably let him know that the small details can be important, but in some situations when time is an issue it is often better to focus on the bigger picture.
My former male classmate DH was in a part of this dream that I can not remember, probably during a part of this dream that probably took place at a grocery store that sold cooked food like they had maybe a diner inside the store, and some of my family was there too.
I remember going outside to get groceries that my family had bought (probably from the grocery store from the forgotten part of this dream), the groceries were in the back of a vehicle with a boxed-shaped back area that stores stuff like one that is used to transport items between stores, and Lil Yachty probably followed me outside still talking as I unloaded the groceries from the vehicle but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved my uncle JE, I remember him being his usual comedic self, and I remember a fictional area from several past dreams that involved jobs and business-like buildings in a business-like area.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream other than that this dream took place during the day, I was also in the dream, and maybe this dream took place in a slightly fictional version of the city of D.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it started during the day in the city of D, and I was at a fictional movie theater that was in the shopping center next to W Park where Subway should be.
I was inside the movie theater trying to watch a film when there was a bomb threat and/or I and/or someone else found a bomb in the movie theater, and so I remember leaving the movie theater.
A day or two later I returned to the movie theater it was still open so the bomb from the other day did not explode I assume, and I went inside the movie theater and I sat down to watch a film among a few other people.
At some point I noticed what looked like a bomb in one of the seats, I walked over to look at it more closely, and it seemed to be a bomb and there was a timer with a countdown going so I started to warn everyone but many of them did not believe me so only a few people evacuated.
I then went to the front desk where a somewhat older male employee with dark-medium brown skin with short black hair was standing up working, and I told him about the bomb and he did not believe me at first but eventually he believed me and he ordered everyone to evacuate so people started to evacuate the building.
I went outside to leave in my automobile but I saw my former male classmate BM leaving the movie theater so I offered him a ride home and he accepted, and so we started driving away in my automobile.
We made a right turn at the traffic light by W Park, but a woman with whitish-color skin with yellow hair was having problems with her green convertible sports car that was driving back and forth and sideways on and off the road and grass like she could not control it so we stopped at a distance.
Fortunately the rest of traffic was further enough away to not get hit by her car, there was nothing we could do because her automobile was driving back and forth wildly, and so the emergency services would have to handle it so we drove past her quickly when there was an opening.
I told my former classmate BM about the bomb threat/bomb at the movie theater from the other day, he possibly had not known about that, and then we started talking about the new bomb that I found today at the movie theater.
We wondered if this new bomb had exploded it or not, but I woke up as we talked about this as I drove him home.
I had several dreams during the night that I remembered but I did not voice record them, and so now I only barely remember part of two dreams from last night.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it involved some of my family and family members from maybe my mom’s side of the family, and during one part of the dream I was walking or driving or riding past The C Elementary School on my way to my parent’s neighborhood; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I felt that this dream possibly took place in Turkey, and I was inside a multipurpose multi-story building on an upper floor inside The BP Library working in the shelving room on my shelver job.
This building not only had a library but it also had an apartment and maybe some other areas like nice office or bank-like areas on the first floor with marble floors, and I was sorting and setting up a cart in the shelving room when I noticed a cart with some books and audiobooks and DVDs that had John Jr on the labels.
The authors and creators of these items seemed to have the first name John and the suffix Jr but they had different last names than me, but for some reason tech services labeled the items with John Jr instead of using the last names of those authors/creators.
It seems that one of my coworkers put these items there as a joke and so that I could see them, and maybe they wondered if I was the author/creator of one or more of those items because when I looked at the titles of the items a few of them seemed like something that I possibly made like one or more of them were based on maybe one or more of my dreams because some of the titles and descriptions sounded like something that I might make.
I started putting them in order as I continued working on the other cart, and then one or more of my coworkers entered the shelving room to talk about the items labeled John Jr that they put on that cart.
We talked and joked about this and then they left the room so I continued working, but at some point a male security guard spoke of the intercom system of the building telling everyone to evacuation the building and that this was not a drill and maybe they explained that there was a man on the first floor with a detonator claiming to have a bomb who was going to blow up the building and you heard the man in the background probably yell “Allāhu Akbar“.
I left to the first floor to see what was going on and I found the room with the man holding the detonator, I saw no bomb or suicide vest, and so I wondered if there was really a bomb in the building.
I saw the security guard who was wearing maybe a darker blue uniform and hat, he told me that we needed to evacuate now, and he either left to warn others and/or he left to evacuate the building.
The possibly soon to be suicide bomber looked like he was having doubts and was afraid, and so he was trying to give himself the courage to detonate the bomb it seemed; and so there was a chance that he might change his mind.
I tried to decide if I should try to talk him out of it or attack him or help people evacuate or evacuate myself, but I woke up as I tried to decide what to do while watching the soon-to-be suicide bomber from outside the hall.