All that I can remember of this dream is that it was maybe late afternoon or early evening in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I was at what seemed to be a slightly fictional version of my aunt JE’s house.
Isabelle Antena was there for a small private concert I assume, she had a male assistant who looked somewhat like a younger version of Don Lemon, and she probably had her equipment outside in the front yard which is where she probably had her concert.
I do not feel like typing my dreams properly, and so here are the rough text notes that I made of some of my dreams that I made from my mobile phone before going back to sleep each time.
Dream 1
In a building there is some kind of race that I am in, on an indoor race track, and former classmates and others there.
I possibly finished in first place by using the sides of the race track by hand to push off to gain speed and control, which may have been illegal, but I am not sure.
Some of my former classmates like my former female classmate TD and two others sitting at a table, and I almost joined them while waiting for the race to end and to have the winners declared.
Dream 2
I go to a small wooden house that is still being remodeled, the actress Jennifer Garner lives there to my surprise, and she lets me in but a female friend of hers who is possibly communicating remotely with her is telling her to be cautious.
Ms. Garner mentions the remodeling and some things about it and about the house, and more.
A large humanoid Resident Evil-like tar-like Molded-like monster / creature walks to her door, and she lets it in and Judo slams it on its head when it tried to attack her before I could get there.
The creature / monster was unconscious or dead, the throw / slam was hard and impressive and I said so, and I asked Ms. Garner to teach me how to do that throw / slam.
Dream 3
In parents house, through the window by the front door I see police escorting white supremacists / hate group members in white and red Ku Klux Klann (KKK)-looking robes as they march through Eastside on foot and by horseback.
Some of them have had signs, maybe shields, maybe flags, et cetera with various symbols.
This bothered me and I had never seen something like this in real life, I knew that they lurked in the shadows but them being bold like this was worrying and was clearly a threat to most of us living on Eastside, and I assumed that the white supremacist fliers that I have found hidden around the library were a warning sign to their increasing boldness and growth again.
I went to tell my parents so that they could see this, but I woke up feeling bothered by this and wondering how much this threat is increasing in the real world.
It saddens and bothers me to see things going backward like this, and to know that this poison is spreading.
Dream 4
In a hotel with my parents, there is a sticky almost diaper-like smell (odor) that I am investigating, and my dad starts emptying trash cans even one in a closet of the bathroom and I give him bleach water in a spray bottle to spray and wipe things with.
Dream 5
In a restaurant with my parents when I go walking into another part of it, some rich people with light-color skin are in this area and treated me differently like I am less than, and something happened that I can not remember.
On my way back to the table a thin tall young man with medium-color skin is going back to the table next to our table, and it seemed that they had a disturbance while I was gone.
The young man said something, at our table I see a piece of fried chicken in my chair and a piece somewhere else, and they both possibly have honey on them.
My mom said that there was a disturbance when I was gone, something is said that I can not remember, and I leave to a warehouse-like district inside a building.
I walk down a hallway near an exit and I found a small camper trailer in the hallway that had CNN written on it, I knew that Don Lemon should be inside, and I wanted to mention that something that he had reported on had happened to me as well and I wanted to ask him a few things.
I knocked on the door that was probably cracked open several times until Mr. Lemon finally answered the door like he did not really want to be disturb, he did not seem interested in talking, and so I was quick with what I had to say and ask.
Then I walked outside to see that I was probably trapped in a courtyard surrounded by buildings so I would have to walk back the way that I came, while doing this a large group of only men or mostly men were coming down the hallway that I wanted to go to, and I decided to walk by them to blend in hoping to leave without anyone thinking that I was not supposed to be there.
Something happened that I can not remember.
The end,
-John Jr
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