All that I can remember of this dream is that maybe a person I knew, possibly a coworker or a former classmate, needed me to fill in for them for a few hours at their job at a restaurant; and so I went there to do this even though I had no training or idea of what to do.
I remember sitting behind the front counter alone and I was going to have to greet customers, answer questions, be the cashier, et cetera it seemed; and there was only one other employee there who was mostly busy doing other things, and so I was on my own mostly.
I had more dreams but I only recorded part of my last dream that took place during the day, and part of the dream possibly took place in the past when I went to a fictional college in maybe a fictional version of the city of LC but I am not sure.
There was a route that I would often take when walking through the college campus that was to the left of a quiet street, there were several college buildings along this route with offices at the front of the buildings, and I would sometimes go inside one of the last buildings.
Most of the time I would walk under a bridge and make a left turn through some courtyards with smaller college buildings with offices at the front of them, and this area would often have bicycles laying on the ground (maybe because there were no bicycle racks, but I am not sure).
During the dream I traveled through this route several times in maybe the past, and then the dream went to the present when I was no longer attending the college and I went back to the college to show my mom and my former male classmate DH and maybe my brother GC around the college while telling them about various memories.
We took my usual route, things were the same and bicycles were still in the courtyards, and there were college students walking around.
I am not sure if we walked or drove, but the next thing that I remember is us going to a store that reminded me of a poorly lit under-stocked version of the Big Lots in the city of LC combined with a bare-bones budget medical clinic / hospital that is sometimes in my dreams.
The store was barely stocked and most of the store was dark with some dim light in the front like they only wanted you shopping in the front or something, and the only employee was a woman with light-color skin with yellow hair who was the cashier who looked like she probably also worked at a medical clinic or hospital and the cash register was oddly placed on the right side of the building.
At some point when we were at the cash register the cashier and me were talking when she told me that she worked at a medical clinic and / or hospital as well, and she told me that I should consider volunteering there.
Then she told me that I seemed to be friendly and personable, and she suggested that I consider taking part in the medical clinic’s or hospital’s annual telethon (fundraiser) because she felt that I might be a good fit for that based on my personality.
I thanked her for the suggestions and compliments, I started to explain that I do not think that I could handle something like that because of anxiety and shyness et cetera, but that maybe I could do something in the background at the telethon and / or volunteer sometimes.
There was a pause, I was actually getting nervous, and our conversation was holding up the line so I probably said goodbye and we left.
We drove to a shopping mall and when we got inside the mall we went to separate (maybe my mom and my brother GC went one way and me and my former classmate DH went another way) without picking a meet-up location, and I did not realize this until it was too late.
As me and DH walked I kept thinking about what the cashier had said about volunteering and / or doing the telethon, I was thinking so hard that I had a daydream and / or the dream jumped to my thoughts, and I was rehearsing for the telethon with one or more people.
After rehearsing I stopped to listen to an audio recording from a previous telethon, and it sounded like John Rosenstern was talking to another man during the telethon.
The Mr. Rosenstern-sounding man was telling the other man about how The United States government had to pay $5 per something that I can not remember, which amounted to $100-something a year per person, for anyone in Lebanon who was blind as a result of something that The United States had done and / or had some responsibility for in the past; and so I guess this was reparations.
I had never heard of this before so this was interesting and I was curious about this, and I wondered how much a year did The United States government pay in total and I was curious about the story behind all of this but I woke up.
I had one or more dreams before this but I can not remember them because I was testing my new mattress and I did not feel like getting out of bed, and I also forgot almost all of this dream.
I had more dreams last night and there were more parts that I can not remember to the dream that I do remember part of, but I can only barely remember part of one dream from last night; during some part of the dream I met my former male classmate JC.
After this my former classmate JC and I and maybe some other people were supposed to meetup later to hangout/whatever, possibly on another day, but when that time came my former classmate JC did not show up; and I did not see him or hear from him again until later in the future (days, weeks, months, a year, or years later).
After a time jump (weeks, months, a year, or years later) I was in the city of D during the day and I drove to a fictional store on the right side of the road near where S’s Motel should be, the store was a bit like a small Dollar General combined with L’s Pharmacy, and while I was shopping I noticed another small store inside this store.
This other small store was like a small pharmacy section (but it was probably not a pharmacy), it was just a large raised counter/area in its own booth-like area with merchandise in the front of it and behind the cashier, and I noticed that my former classmate JC was the cashier and only worker for this store; and so I walked over to greet him since I had not seen him since he failed to show up for the meetup.
I greeted my former classmate JC reminding him that I have not seen or heard from him since he failed to show up for the meetup, I told him that I had no idea what had happened to him, and I asked him if he was okay; and we started to talk about various things, and then we planned another meetup where we were going to meet some people somewhere.
There was another time jump and my former classmate JC was riding in my automobile with me during the day to the meetup location where we were to meet some other people, we drove through the entrance area of a small airport-like area near a small hangar with a small passenger airplane parked near it, and we parked by the airplane.
It seemed that we were possibly going to ride on the airplane with the people we were supposed to meet, no one else was there yet and so we started loading our stuff on the airplane while we wondered where they others were, but then I noticed a large whitish colored sport utility vehicle (SUV) drive up and block the entrance/exit where we had entered.
I was worried that they were after us and that maybe they did something to the people we were supposed to meet or that the people we were supposed to meet had set us up, my former classmate JC and I quickly loaded our stuff back into my automobile, and then we started to drive away past the hangar on a small road leading closer to the airport-like area and whatever else was back there.
This entire area was fenced and so the only entrance/exit that we saw so far was blocked by the SUV, as we started driving away some people (men and women) wearing whitish colored security guard uniforms (security guard uniform shirt with badges, maybe shorts, bicycle helmets) got out of the SUV, and they started riding bicycles toward our direction.
I was not sure if they were after us or not so I slowed down moving over so that they could pass or stop us, they passed us, and so I drove behind them slowly as we approach more traffic; and then I went to make a u-turn so that we could escape back through the entrance/exit.
On the way back a construction worker had our side of the road blocked off and he was holding a sign to direct traffic I guess, he started signaling like maybe we were not supposed to make a u-turn, and so I drove over to him and let my window down to see if he had anything to say to us.
He continued directing traffic as I waited not sure if he had signaled us earlier, I possibly heard some sirens behind us like maybe the security realized that they had passed us, and so I was about to say something to the construction worker so that we could see what he wanted so that we could leave before the security returns; but I woke up.
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