I live in apartment rooms with my family, I check the rooms and the computers, I try to download a file when outside, but I have to download the file to my phone first.
I help Karl Rock and his family move from an apartment in Africa, a former schoolmate of mine was by a door as I pushed a cart while trying to avoid their baby running into it, and someone had chicks (baby chickens) in a chicken coop outside.
I had more dreams but I only recorded part of the end of my last dream which took place inside a slightly larger nicer version of The BP Library during the day I assume.
I am not sure if I was there working or not, I just know that before this I had met my former male classmate DH in a forgotten part of the dream, and he and his mother Mrs. CH had entered the library before me.
As usual I did not get much sleep because I got in bed too late, and my sleep kept getting interrupted by a noise that ended up being the probably malfunctioning carbon monoxide detector that someone put batteries in again for some reason even though it seems to beep for no reason now.
It was not until I needed to use the bathroom that I finally got up to take the batteries out of it, by then someone else was in the process of doing that, but by then sleep and dreams had been damaged enough that it was too late.
I do remember part of one dream that involved me partly trying to stay aware of the real world to avoid oversleeping so I am not late for work.
In the dream I was working at my new second job at The BP Library in Tech Services, I was working on the small cart of books from last week that needed RFID tags, and they would need to be checked later to make sure that I entered all the information on the RFID tags correctly.
The dream jumped between me working, thinking about work, paying attention to what time it was to avoid oversleeping, and maybe something else.
I possibly woke up to check the time several times and went back to sleep continuing the dream each time, but I am not sure.
The end of this dream took place during the day, and something happened before this that I can not remember exactly where either someone across the street outside the house of where our neighbor Mr. RD is supposed to live either convinced me to buy a possibly coffee flavored (it was a light-brown / tan color) snow cone or slush after constantly trying to sell me one or I willingly bought it on my own.
Someone had a snow cone or slush stand under that carport oddly, and they probably called me over from my parent’s yard trying to sell some to me.
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.