I forgot about this song, it was probably one of the best songs on the 50 Cent music album Get Rich Or Die Tryin’ that I probably got from my former male classmate JC’s music collection years ago back at MS University, I possibly had the censored version back then because the lyrics are usually my problem with songs like this; I would like to hear a clean more positive freestyle to this beat.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day in maybe a fictional version of the city of D, and I was with several people I know including my former male classmate SS.
At some point we were in a dock-like area by water fighting human-like entities wearing ancient maybe Japanese clothing with ancient weapons who had some powers who seemed like some entities from the anime Inuyasha like the human-looking yōkai (demons).
This dream took place at The BP Library, I was working in a slightly fictional horizontal version of the new book section which had different shelves, and while I was doing this I was listening to some of my coworkers talking at the front desk.
At the front desk talking was my female coworker JB, maybe another female coworker, and a fictional male coworker.
In the fictional new book section I noticed that someone had displayed four books instead of three books in some areas, and so I fixed this as I listened and shelved.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place in a large mostly empty one-story building that either had an open door to the outside and / or part of the building was possibly open to the outside, and a social experiment / interior decorating (interior design) / performance art / comedy skit exhibit was taking place and I was helping with setting it up and serving as an extra.
A woman with light color skin who was maybe an interior decorator / artist / actress was the person behind the exhibit, and so we were following her orders.
The audience was unknowingly part of the exhibit, the exhibit had several different purposes and layers to it that I mentioned already (a social experiment, an interior design exhibit, performance art, comedy skits) and the comedy skit part of it was based on recreations of some scenes from a fictional comedy movie that was in a similar style as the Borat movie.
Around the building we set up and were setting up several different areas that each were their own exhibit(?) / scene, on the surface it looked mostly like interior decorating / interior design art, and we moved the audience between them.
At each one the interior decorator would show off her work and unknowingly to the crowd get them involved in the social experiment / performance art / comedy skit recreations of some scenes from that fictional Borat-like movie.
She would get the audience to do things that seemed to test how much people were willing to do to follow the crowd just doing what everyone else was doing, and doing what she asked them to do et cetera.
My role as an extra was mostly just background roles, at some point we had to stop to set up an exhibit, and then there was a break or that was the last one and I was no longer needed so I walked outside.
A man from the reality television show Jersey Shore was being interviewed outside about what he was up to now, he talked about how he was trying to stay relevant and make money on social media / online and how Google Search was really helping bring traffic to him that allowed him to make enough money and stay relevant, how him and another male member of the cast were still in contact with each other and had a friendly rivalry that helped them both stay relevant and make money, and how he was friends with and looked up to the musician Eminem.
Eminem drove by in maybe a green four-door car and he stopped behind them with his window down, he crashed the interview by greeting them and joining in and joking around, but I woke up.
I had this dream after work after a brief jog / weight lifting when I took a nap on the living room couch, and I had a dream that I was at The BP Library.
I walked into a slightly fictional smaller version of The Media Room which had the door(s) closed, to my surprise I saw my now former coworker Mr. JF in the room getting up from a chair, and so I greeted him with surprise.
I told him that I was surprised to see him, I wanted to mention how I had just learned of him no longer working here by surprise, but I decided to not say anything.
I told him that I still had the book that he let me borrow, that I had not read it yet, but since he was no longer working here I needed to know how could I return it to him and whether he wanted me to return the book to him now or when I finish reading it.
But I woke up before he could answer.
I had a variety of short dreams that I woke up remembering part of each time, I almost made some quick text notes on my mobile phone, but I kept going back to sleep without recording them so now I have forgotten most of my dreams except for barely part of a few dreams.
This dream possibly involved some women and maybe something related to the television show American Horror Story: Apocalypse, that I watched an episode of before going to sleep, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This possible dream possibly involved my female coworker JB and some other people, but that is all that I can remember.
This dream or dreams possibly involved zombies, I watched an episode of Z Nation (Season 1) yesterday so that probably inspired this dream or these dreams, but that is all that I can remember.
This dream took place at my parents house, some of my family was there, and some other people were there like the musician Eminem and one or more people my dad knew including a man with light-color skin who looked like he was from an older time period wearing somewhat dated shady wannabe businessman clothing.
At some point I was given about $70 from someone after either selling something or whatever, and I walked into the dark living room to count the money in my wallet and organize it.
When I was almost, I counted almost $200, the shady wannabe businessman-like man walked into the living room as I was putting my wallet up after he saw me putting the last of my money in it.
I greeted him and he walked up to me and he tried to grab my wallet out of my pocket, and so I said what are you doing and I grabbed him and I slammed him to the ground and I put him in a submission hold that was almost like an extreme Boston Crab-like move that looked painful where I had his body bent so far back that his feet were touching the back of his head.
I asked Eminem, who was sitting at the dining room table, to get my dad so he walked off to get him as I held the man in a submission hold.
But I woke up.
This dream took place at The E House and me and some of my family seemed to be living there or just staying there briefly, the house was in better condition than it is now, and my brother CC was younger (maybe high school or junior high school aged).
My male cousin DE arrived at the house several times acting unstable, he would say something that did not make sense like: “I am going to tell John Jr or my mom or my dad et cetera *something random*.” and then he would leave without telling that person whatever he was going to tell them, and then he would come back later saying random nonsense and he would do the same thing.
At some point it was night and time to sleep, my female cousin ME arrived and she went to sleep on the couch in the living room near the stairs to the upper floor, and I went to sleep on the couch in the living room next to the couch that our grandfather CE used to use.
I woke up the next morning in the dream to my cousin DE standing in the living room, which was a bit creepy, and he started talking random nonsense again this time mentioning me again but once again he left without telling me whatever it was he was supposed to tell me.
I made a comment about this as he was leaving but he did not respond, but I woke up as I wondered how did he get inside the house and how long was he standing there and what was wrong with him and what was he talking about with all of this random nonsense.
I remember part of four parts of my last dream which was a dream with a lot of transitions between different things without me noticing, and so I will type this dream in four parts.
All that I can remember of this part of the dream is that it involved a food eating contest taking place inside a narrow windowless room inside a building with people standing on both sides of one or more long rectangular tables, and the character Travis Manawa from the television show Fear The Walking Dead was one of the people there.
Each person had to eat a terrible food item, each person was randomly assigned a partner, and to win the food eating contest both members of the team had to successfully eat their food without vomiting or spitting it up and which ever team was the fastest would win; and I remember Travis mistakenly thinking that the man to his right was on his team, but he found out that he was not after seeing the man and another man across the table eat their food.