I went to bed very late and I woke up very late (almost 2 PM).
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the night in another city and I was with most of my family at what I assume was a hotel, we left by automobile to go get something to eat, and I wanted to eat at a buffet but the rest of my family wanted to shop and maybe watch a movie first so we did that first.
It was getting late and I feared that the buffet would close and so I kept telling my family that we should go to the buffet now, but they felt that we could make it in time so they kept shopping et cetera.
I started to consider going to the buffet without them, but I woke up.
This dream was possibly a continuation of the first dream, but I am not sure.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started during the night and I was at a hotel with my family again, and this time my brother CC was with us and he looked younger (maybe a teenager) and he had his old hairstyle from back then instead of his current super short possibly bald military haircut now that he is in the military but he was still in the military even though he looked younger oddly.
My brothers KDC and TDC were younger as well, and they were being annoying while some of my family were trying to sleep.
Our dad was watching television, our mom was probably sleep, our brother CC was trying to sleep, and my brother GC and me were talking.
I remember my brother GC telling me about something that happened earlier, possibly a forgotten part of the first dream, where he was riding in my brother CC’s automobile (I assume when we had went out in the first dream) as our brother CC drove.
My brother GC mentioned that our brother CC had listened to some strange music with lyrics about death and other things while singing along, that he would cry sometimes, and that he said some strange things sometimes during their drive.
I assumed that some of the strange music was probably some music from some of my brother CC’s fellow soldiers, that some of the strange things that my brother CC said was possibly repeating some lyrics from those songs and / or some negative experiences in various war zones that he has been in so far, and that some of the crying was possibly from a connection to the music and / or from some memories of some negative experiences from the war zones that he has been in so far so I worried that he was suffering from some things that he saw and experienced in those war zones.
This concerned me and I hoped that I was mistaken, and I wanted to talk to my brother CC about it.
Our brother CC heard my brother GC telling me this because he was not really sleep even though he looked like he was sleep because of our brothers KDC and TDC were making too much noise, but I can not remember what his response was when he heard our conversation.
The next thing that I remember is going outside, it was day now, and there was a parking lot on the left side and separate apartment and / or hotel-like buildings on the right side.
One or more people may have been with me but I can not remember, I just remember walking past several buildings when we or I was attacked from one of them, and we or I was attacked by people wearing old American Wild West-style clothing with old style guns and most or all of them had dark-color skin and there were some women there too with fancy old-style dresses and big hairstyles from that time period but I am not sure if they were attacking us too or not.
I remember taking cover as they shot at us or me, I had no idea why they were attacking us, and I was confused about what time period it was because everything else looked modern until this point so I was confused and I wondered why they looked like they were from the wrong time period.
I am not sure if I found the gun or if I already had it, but I remember having an old-style revolver and I used it in our shootout as I took cover and sometimes took shots at the enemy.
Eventually I had two revolvers and I started shooting up my enemies, the last one was a large strong man with dark-color skin dressed like a cowboy like the rest of the men, and it took a lot of shots to take him down and I could see the bullet wounds and blood but I am not sure if anyone really died or not.
After I finally defeated them or most of them we heard a sound in the distance that sounded like missiles being launched, somehow I knew that the government had just launched some missiles at the building where our shootout was taking place, and I wondered why they would do this without warning and when the situation was under control and there were mostly innocent people inside because this building seemed to be an apartment or hotel.
I assumed that maybe they did not care because a lot of the people seemed to have dark-color skin so I assumed that the government (maybe local but I am not sure) were just racist and did not care and were going to use the shootout as an excuse to attack, but I had no idea.
We saw a missile fly in the air like it was launched from the ground or from underground in the distance, and those of us outside ran inside the building and we all started running through the building trying to escape out the back, which made no sense because we were at the front of the building which would have been the logical path to take to get away from the building as quickly as possible, but we took the long way oddly and we ran for our lives through the building.
We were running for our lives so hard that we failed to warn the other people in the building as we ran through it, I saw families et cetera in the building who had no idea that they were in danger, and we even ran through one of the rooms and I finally made it out the back of the building just in time to run back in the direction that I came from.
I then realized that I failed to warn the people inside but it was too late and the missiles started to hit the building, many of the others who were running probably did not make it, and the missiles hit the building strategically causing the entire building to collapse with all of those innocent people inside.
I felt bad that I forgot to warn people because I was running for my life so hard that it did not cross my mind because I knew that the missiles would hit soon, and I still barely made it out alive.
But I woke up.
I barely got any sleep last night and someone woke me up suddenly and I got out of bed suddenly, and so now I barely remember part of the end of my last dream.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was at an indoor / outdoor restaurant that was probably a buffet, and I got one or more plates and I walked around to the different food bars getting food.
While doing this I saw and briefly talked to one or more of my former classmates like my former male classmate AC, my hands and plate or plates were pretty full at some point when I was trying to get some dessert, and so my former classmate AC had to put the dessert on my plate for me after I asked him to help me.
There were several bread based desserts in this area with frosting on top, some had filling inside of them, and my former classmate AC put a dessert that had an apple filling on my plate.
I thanked my former classmate AC and I joked about how I thought that I had enough for now, and then I probably went to find a table so that I could eat my food but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
I am not sure if I was in this final part of the dream or not, I just remember a dream scene involving a young man or man who could speak English and Spanish and who reminded me of or who was the character Augustin Elizalde (Gus) from the television show The Strain (which I watched an episode of last night) except he was younger so I will call him Gus.
Gus was at a school or college, he was a student I assume, and maybe class had just ended or had not started yet.
I remember Gus talking to some of his family on his mobile phone about some kind of family business matter, his family seemed connected and like they were possibly information gatherers and sellers et cetera, and a male classmate with light-color skin wearing maybe a white A-shirt who could speak English and Spanish overheard his conversation.
This male classmate seemed to be involved with maybe a gang or mafia or something who were involved in some illegal and legal activities, and so he asked Gus to set up a partnership between Gus’s family and the gang / mafia / whoever he was part of (they spoke in English and in Spanish).
Gus was not interested but the classmate did manage to get Gus to agree to a minor deal that could lead to something bigger, Gus agreed to sell or give a large shipment of black tea that his family did not need to the classmate’s gang / mafia / whoever so that they could move it and sell it, and Gus’s family would get a certain percent of the profits.
Gus told his classmate about a secret underground tunnel under the school or college that his family knew about and possibly uses, and he recommended that his classmate’s gang / mafia / whoever use that tunnel to move the black tea.
The classmate was happy with the deal and promised to give Gus’s family their percent of the profit when the time comes, and he hoped that this would lead to a partnership in the future.
Gus told his classmate that he better not cheat his family and that his family would know if he tried to cheat them, the classmate replied that he did not have to worry about that, and that he knows that Gus is telling the truth about his family being able to tell if they get cheated or not because they know how to get information and they are well-connected so he would not dare trying to cheat them and he wanted a partnership so he wanted to prove himself to Gus and his family.
They shook hands and they said goodbye, but someone woke me up in the real world and I got out of bed immediately.
This dream from last night was inspired by the film Dr. Strangelove Or: How I Learned To Stop Worrying And Love The Bomb, a film that I only saw part of years ago back in college during a history class taught by Dr. G, but last night I watched the entire film for the first time before going to bed.
This dream got interrupted possibly several times by me waking up and going back to sleep, and the dream took place in a dimly lit building that felt like it was underground and it seemed apartment-like even though it was probably a bunker-like war room where various high-level people were gathering because something had happened or was happening.
For some unknown reason I was there, most or all communications seemed to be cut off because of whatever was going on or we could not get the communications to those who needed it because they had their communications off as part of some kind of emergency protocol or something, and so basically this dream was following parts of the Dr. Strangelove film.
There was a lot of tension and complicated bureaucratic protocols (manuals, codes, briefing, et cetera) that had to be followed which was a bit boring and ridiculous, and there was a small buffet with a woman behind the buffet bar serving the food so I stood in line to get some food.
There was a man who was probably from Japan (Japanese) standing in the line as well, and I remember listening and watching the long boring complicated series of protocols being followed as I waited in line for some food.
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 work at a slightly fictional version of The B Parish Library where I work as a shelver; and the employee area was bigger than in real life.
After arriving to work, I remember walking down the main hallway of the employee area in the back.