I know that I remembered one or more dreams that I failed to record, I can not remember them, but there is a chance that one of them possibly involved me working at The BP Library.
I assume that I saw some of my coworkers, but that is all that I can remember of this assumed dream.
This dream took place during the day in a LC-like city, and I was inside a shopping mall-like place where Hillary Clinton was having a victory celebration / party / parade / walk / whatever.
I can not remember what it was for (probably an election) but I do not think that she had won yet, Mrs. Clinton and her supporters and the media were confident that she would win, and so she was having a victory celebration early and her opponent was probably having a victory party somewhere else as well.
Recently my brother GC shared a rhyme / poem / whatever that he made for this Father’s Day as a tribute to fathers, and so I decided to share it; and he said that anyone is free to share it and even change it up if they want to:
The people of the world thank the fathers for all they do and for all they have done
On this day celebrated by lovers, daughters, and sons;
For they are the people many consider their most important—their number one.
Their job on this earth is most important and is never truly over.
Those that they work hard for are as lucky as four-leaf clovers.
Some do not appreciate or thank them enough,
Even though what they do is so important and oh-so tough.
In protecting, providing, and loving, they are well versed.
In the steps to our creation/birth, fathers are our first.
On Father’s Day, people celebrate and cheer;
For if not for them, most would not be here.
They are the bee’s knees and out of sight.
Amazing and dependable, they’re *hand clap* DY-NO-MITE!
Most can be a father, but only the best try to do it right.
In our thoughts, memories, and hugs we should hold them tight.
Happy Father’s Day to all and to all a good day and a good night.
– My Brother GC
I had several dreams last night and I slept deeply/well but as usual now, I forgot most of my dreams because of people being annoying/turning on lights/opening doors/et cetera, but I somewhat remember part of two dreams.
Dream 1
The first dream that I can remember part of took place during the day in a fictional neighborhood/city, and I had recently bought an old one-story house that was in somewhat rough condition that was sold to me for a very good price of somewhere between $3 – $3,000.
Dream
I barely remember part of one dream and one semi-dream/semi-daydream, I remember my cousin DE being in a dream and/or being mentioned at some point, but I can not remember where.
I remember being in a restaurant that was like a combination/fusion of a lower class (in food/drink portions), middle class (in price), and upper class (in style/variety/types of food/drinks) restaurant; and it was a somewhat large one story building that felt comfortable/safe like maybe the workers were my undercover dream security or something like that, and I sat at a table near the windows on the left side of the building.
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