I only got about four hours of sleep after going to be super late and waking up early for remote work, and I only recorded the last few bits of the end of my last dream as they faded from my mind as I woke up.
The very end of this dream took place in the past where there was maybe an Indian (India) army that was sent (possibly hired) by a man, maybe a sultan-like man or a wealthy European man (possibly royalty), to maybe guard a walled property (maybe territory) that was on a raised dirt (maybe desert-like or red (orange) dirt) area.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was working at a fictional version of The BP Library that was in a building that seemed to combine a library with what seemed like a fictional version of the arcade/recreational/gaming area from the former skating rink / roller rink SC in the city of D or another skating rink-like place or family entertainment center.
I had a variety of dreams that I woke up remembering but I did not record them each time, and so now I only barely remember part of two dreams.
Another thing that has possibly impacted my dream recall recently is that I am currently taking some passion flower capsules before going to sleep, I am basically a test subject for my brother GC, he heard that it can help with anxiety and sleep.
This dream possibly took place in a country in The Middle East that was possibly an island, but I can not remember.
I remember sand and maybe there was something about a risk of war and / or something.
At the end of the dream I remember possibly leaving the country in a car that was being driven by a somewhat older man with light-color skin, I remember us talking as he drove, but that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that there was more before this.
This dream took place inside a house, the end of the dream involved me being in a room, and my brother GC was in the room as well.
I assumed that they were for my brother GC, and to my surprise his results had more ethnicities showing up than mine did and his percentages were different.
I assumed that 23AndMe results would be different from my results from Family Tree DNA so that was not a surprise, I assumed that some of his percentages would be higher with 23AndMe as well, but I did not expect some of the results.
It showed some ancestors from Spain at about 50% maybe, our ancestors from The United Kingdom percentages were only about 1% different with his being 1% higher than mine, but I can not remember the other ethnic groups / ancestors / nationalities that were represented.
I was not sure if these were really my brother GC results, I just assumed, and so I was going to ask him after I spend more time looking at them and comparing them to my own.
If the results really did belong to my brother GC then it was interesting seeing which groups of ancestors did he possibly inherit genes from, siblings et cetera will not usually get the exact same results because what you do and not inherit can be random so you can have ancestor who will not show up in your results for various reasons, and so being able to see more of our ancestry represented would be nice and to see how our results compare.
The science and everything behind this is not exactly clear-cut or advanced enough or standardized enough yet to go back that far or to be as accurate as we would like, nonsense like race et cetera has really messed up things when it comes to things like this, and many groups are not properly represented in the databases.
I had more dreams and there was more to the dreams that I did remember part of, but I did not record them so I have forgotten some of them and some of these dreams.
This dream possibly involved Esperanto, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The end of this dream involved me and maybe several other people possibly being in another country in maybe a desert during the day, we were possibly in The Middle East or somewhere else with a Middle Eastern look to it, and maybe there was a man with light-color skin possibly wearing a military uniform (maybe an American soldier (possibly a general or another officer rank)) who was possibly giving us a brief history of this area and the people and the place and person we were about to meet.
We walked toward an area in the desert where there was a tower with a line of men wearing mostly tan Middle Eastern military uniforms who were in two lines so you had to walk between their lines to reach the tower, many of the men looked the same, and there were several different groups who looked the same so it was like 6 or more different appearances with several copies of each of those appearances with each group having slightly different uniforms and hair styles and facial hair and each group possibly represented a different country in The Middle East but I have no idea.
The man told us that you had to walk between the men to the tower, at the top of the tower was a wise man or leader or someone who would see people one-at-a-time so you would wait your turn, and we were told that the men would keep saying a chant or greeting or something every few seconds as you walked past them as part of some tradition or something.
Walking through the men was a bit creepy and awkward as they would chant or say their greetings or whatever every few seconds in unison with straight faces as they looked straight ahead as they stood in formation, I would say hello sometimes as I passed them, and eventually we reached the tower and we walked into the entrance area by the stairs to wait our turn.
A person was walking down to let the next person in front of us know that it was their turn to see the wise man or leader or whoever, I heard the wise man or leader or whoever say that the next person could come, and then that person started walking up the stairs.
It would be our turn next, but I am not sure why we were there.
But I woke up.
The end of this dream took place during the day and I was driving back from another city with my dad and maybe my mom, I realized that I needed to get back to work, and so at some point I asked my dad if I could drive his truck to work because we did not have my automobile with us at the time and he said yes so I drove his truck to work while they continued on wherever.
I parked across the street from The BP Library where I work, I looked in my dad’s truck’s window to see that I had more hair than I have had in years and it looked wild and needed to be combed, and I realized that I was wearing a red University Of LL T-shirt and blue jeans instead of my work clothes so I decided to drive home quickly to change clothes (my shirt at least) and comb my hair so that it would not look so wild.
I drove to a nice fictional one-story house in a nice middle class-to-upper class neighborhood, and I went inside the house and I walked to the left of the house and I changed my shirt and I grabbed my Unbreakable black plastic comb that I have not needed to use in years and I started combing my hair.
While doing this something unclear happened that involved a movie (either this was a daydream or was on television or somehow went on during the dream) with Richard Madden, another man with light-color, and a woman who were all friends.
The second man had recently experienced a break-up with his girlfriend and was sad, and so Mr. Madden and the woman tried to cheer him up and encourage him but then this ended as I went to leave.
Something else strange possibly happened where as I walked through the house to leave I noticed a creepy man with light-color skin in the corner of my eyes who had sneaked into my house, and somehow something confusing and unclear happened where maybe: I either left the dream (possibly briefly, it was like I was there, but maybe I could not be seen) and was replaced by a woman with light-color skin or somehow we separated into two different people and / or I became her briefly at some point and / or something else confusing but I am not sure.
I just know that the creepy man was possibly an ex-boyfriend or someone who used to like the woman and maybe she had turned him down or broke up with him, and so maybe he was there for revenge or something but I can not remember.
The doorbell rang and so the woman went to answer it, and at the door were children and adults from the neighborhood who said that it was Halloween and they were trick-or-treating and had come for candy.
The woman and / or I were confused, we had no idea it was Halloween and she told them so, and the woman then told them about the creepy man and asked them to call the police.
But I woke up as she and / or we tried to figure out what to do in the mean time.
This dream took place during the day at a somewhat larger slightly fictional version of my parents house that had a larger dining room and kitchen, and I remember being inside the house.
My mom told me that my male cousin DE was supposed to be coming over soon to meet with one or more people from either the government or an organization that could possibly help him with something, and so it seemed that they would have the meeting at our house oddly.