Last night I went to sleep on the couch for about 4 1/2 hours until 6:00 AM after watching television (Japanese anime) with my brother GC, I had several dreams during that time, but I only remember barely part of two dreams from that time; and then I remember part of a third dream that I had later after going to sleep in my bed.
All that I can remember of this dream is that the actress Gillian Anderson was talking to some of her friends, and she mentioned maybe a dessert or something that she has delivered to her house.
I barely remember part of the end of my last dream from last night, and all that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day.
The dream involved the past, present, and future with a group of people sitting at maybe a table inside a house or building talking about what if situations/scenarios and asking what if questions et cetera.
I slept well/solidly last night and annoyingly I once again woke up from a dream with a blank mind feeling like I had to use the bathroom badly and I got awakened by an alarm clock and by people talking loudly, and once again even though I know that I had several clear dreams I forgot all of them except for part of one dream that I barely remembered part of after taking a moment to try to remember my dreams before getting out of bed to use the bathroom.
I am not sure if this next part is part of that dream or not, either way I will assume that it is part of the same dream, and I think that I was in a fictional city working as a delivery person; and I could run super fast, and so I probably would run around the city super fast delivering packages/things to people and I was very good at my job.
One evening or late afternoon probably near the end of my work day I think that I got a call from my mom and/or the male neighbor of someone who lived next to the person who(m) I was supposed to deliver some packages to, the packages were supposed to be delivered to a man, but the neighbor told me and/or my mom not to deliver the packages to the man; and so I went to the neighbor’s house with my mom to investigate the situation.
The neighbor was outside in an outdoor area between his yard and his neighbor’s yard (the man who(m) I was supposed to deliver the packages to) that they both shared as a hangout/recreational area, and there was a bar/seating area with some alcoholic drinks behind the bar and a homemade archery range and some other things around the hangout area.
The neighbor was sitting at the bar drinking and he looked/sounded like the actor Danny DeVito, we greeted him and he started to explain why I should not deliver the packages to the man/his neighbor/his friend, and he explained that the man was having problems with his kids/his marriage/his job/his temper/et cetera and that he has got drunk a lot recently and was having problems with alcoholism now.
The neighbor explained that recently the man had been acting more violent and talking about possibly committing some violent acts, and recently he found a note that seemed to show that the man was possibly planning a violent attack on one or more people possibly at his job and/or other targeted acts of violence and/or random acts of violence; and the neighbor told me that the packages he did not want me to deliver to the man probably contained bullets/ammunition, I checked the packages and he was correct, and so he feared the man was going to kill people if I delivered the packages/bullets to him.
He did not want to go to the police about the situation if possible and he was hoping that the note and the talks of violence were just angry drunken mistakes that the man had made and not serious and/or that we could talk to the man, and convince him to not carry out his plans and get professional help with his problems.
The man came home and he walked toward us looking a bit drunk and he grabbed an alcoholic drink from the bar, even though we suggested that he not drink any more alcohol because he already seemed drunk, and he angrily told us not to tell him what to do; and then he greeted me asking me if I had come to deliver his packages, I did not answer his question, and I tried to distract him by asking him a question.
The man looked/sounded like the actor Mel Gibson I think and I started talking with him about some of his problems, and eventually we started talking about the note that his neighbor found and how we wanted him to not hurt anyone; and how we wanted him to get some help, but he got angry and he yelled at me as he became even more drunk from his alcoholic drink that he was drinking and he started to act violent.
I quickly handled the situation by distracting him with a question again as I quietly took his alcoholic drink away from him and I helped move him from the bar, I had to physically move him because he was too drunk to walk by himself, and he started to calm down once he realized that I was trying to help him; and he drunkenly said that he was sorry, that he did not want to hurt anyone, he admitted that he kept getting drunk in response to his current problems and that he wanted help with his alcoholism, and he wanted professional help with is problems.
We gave him a positive response after he said these things, we hoped that he really meant what he said and that he was not just saying this because he was drunk, and we told him that we would try to help him to get professional help; and I told him that I would not delivery the packages/bullets to him, and I suggested that he avoid his guns/weapons at this time but I got awakened in the real world by an alarm clock/people talking loudly/feeling like I had to use the bathroom badly.
I went to bed too late, I slept good/solidly through several dreams during the night without waking up, I woke up late, and so I forgot all of my dreams except for part of the end of one dream; and I think that this dream was somewhat inspired by the film World War Z, which I watched last night before going to sleep.
The dream took place over a period of several days, weeks, and months in D at my grandfather’s house always during the morning I think; and my family was staying at my grandfather’s house it seemed, but I do not remember seeing my grandfather.
Maybe an unknown low-level sickness was spreading around the world and so we stayed inside my grandfather’s house mostly, but each morning I would go outside the front door by the mail box to check the mail/get the newspaper/take out and/or bring in the trash/to get some fresh air briefly.
One or more mornings some people either passed by and/or stopped at my grandfather’s house to talk with me and/or us, but I can not remember who they were or what we talked about or what happened; but I know that one morning I got or won or ordered or was given a tire for my automobile possibly by accident, and the automobile tire delivery company/service who brought me the tire were supposed to give me a new/used tire every-so-often as part of some new/used automobile tire delivery service that I won or ordered or was given somehow possibly by mistake.
The automobile tire delivery service/company/whoever would drop the tires off near the trash cans, so when I went outside to check the trash a tire would be there sometimes, but the second time they dropped off two tires that were deflated like a bicycle tire that is flat instead of being like normal solid automobile tires; and one of the deflated tires was the wrong size, and it was one or two sizes smaller than the tires on my automobile oddly.
I remember trying to think of some ways to contact the automobile tire delivery service/company/whoever to let them know the correct tire size for my automobile, and to let them know that I was grateful but that I did not need new/used tires that often; and so new/used tires ever few years would be better than every few months or every few weeks.
There was more to this dream than I can remember that probably explained/showed more about the possible unknown illness that was spreading around the world probably, which was probably a bit like in the film World War Z, but much more realistic and people probably did not become zombies; but I can not remember the rest of this dream or my other dreams at this time.