This dream took place during the day at a college that I was attending, my brothers CC and GC also went to this college, and some of the main characters from the Fast & Furious franchise were also there like Dominic “Dom” Toretto and Letty Ortiz.
One part of the college had mostly students from Africa (Africans) living there in the dorms, and there was a male student from Asia (Asian) who was part of some kind of cult or religion or group that involved aliens and / or UFOs and peace with part of its name involving the word Sun or Son.
Last night and this morning I was tired and I kept briefly going to sleep and waking up between commercial breaks and sometimes during television episodes when watching the Toonami anime lineup, and afterward I went to sleep and I woke up and went back to sleep various times with a sore back et cetera and I had some dreams but I can not remember them except for part of the end of my last dream.
An earlier forgotten part of this dream possibly involved some of my family like my mom and maybe my dad and maybe my brother GC, but I can not remember.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was watching television and I remember seeing part of a television program that looked like it was a Christian television broadcast like The Trinity Broadcasting Network (TBN) or something like that, and a performance was just starting on a stage involving several middle age to older men and the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) mixed martial artist Donald “Cowboy” Cerrone was the special guest who was performing with them.
Mr. Cerrone possibly entered the stage from the far right side with a middle age or older man with dark-color skin with black hair with maybe an American themed top hat, and for some unknown reason Mr. Cerrone grabbed the older man and pinned him against the wall on the right side of the stage overpowering him and roughing him up a bit without striking him and then it looked like he poked the man in the eye with a pen after saying something to him before finally letting him go.
This surprised and angered me, and then I learned through the news that the UFC had suspended Mr. Cerrone for doing that and that he was not going to be able to fight in the next UFC event so the UFC was replacing him with another mixed martial artist for that fight at the next UFC event.
I was so angered by Mr. Cerrone roughing up an old man like that, that I wanted to fight Mr. Cerrone in a mixed martial arts fight even though I am in a higher weight class than him, and I was even willing to try to drop weight again so that I could fight him.
I remember that it was day and I was across the street from the Walmart in the city of D at a small shopping center, but I am not sure if I was driving or about to drive away or what I was doing.
I just know that I wanted to use clinch fighting against Mr. Cerrone and to just embarrass him throughout the entire fight by constantly overpowering him with clinches and clinch strikes et cetera, and I daydreamed about how the fight might go several times.
These daydreams were so realistic that it is possible that one of them was of us really fighting, I possibly called out Mr. Cerrone and I possibly got a probably unofficial mixed martial arts fight set up, and maybe we really fought.
I remember clinching Mr. Cerrone and slamming him against the cage keeping him in the clinch constantly and occasionally punching, elbowing, kneeing, et cetera him while talking to him about why I was doing this and somewhat taunting him as punishment and to teach him a lesson.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place outside during the day, and I remember walking on my way back to my parent’s house.
The R Trailer was still there even though it was torn down in real life, and as I was walking on the grass in front of The R Trailer I noticed some boxes and other things piled up in front of it.
Some women who looked like employees walked from around the bushes with more boxes and stuff that they were probably moving in front of The R Trailer, and they seemed to be getting things set up so that they could give away these items to people in need.
I decided to stop to see if they needed help moving the boxes and stuff, I waited for one of them to notice me, and while I waited some people started to arrive to get some of the assumed free stuff I assume.
A line formed and the employees started giving away items to people in line one-at-a-time so you had to wait your turn, and so I waited until it was my turn so that I could ask the employees if they needed help.
The employee at the line that I was waiting in was a woman with dark-color skin with black hair, and when it was my turn the woman just looked at me without saying anything oddly.
Previously she spoke with the other people in line before me, but she just stared at me with an unreadable neutral or neutral-negative facial expression.
I waited for a moment awkwardly, I probably made a sound but she still did not say anything, but she did stand up and walk toward me without saying anything while staring at me.
Her behavior was strange so I was not sure what was going on, but I hoped that she was walking over to me to finally speak to me.
But instead she suddenly grabbed my eye or both of my eyes and she started pulling them out to my surprise, and it probably hurt and my vision got distorted as my eyes were being pulled out completely.
Having my eyes pulled like this prevented me from defending really, I felt my body in bed during my panic and I heard a crackling / moving paper-like sound, and then I woke up before my eyes were completely pulled from my skull.
I woke up feeling like this was almost a sleep paralysis experience (like for a brief second I may have been paralyzed), but the sound that I heard stopped but I was a bit freaked out but I was able to move.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside a fictional version of The BP Library where I work, but I am not sure if I was working there or if I was just there helping on my own time.
I just remember some of my coworkers being there like our branch manager Mrs. PH, and I remember several of us trying to help one or more patrons find information on maybe something called cutter homes (maybe a style of house) and maybe religion.
I remember us having a hard time trying to find anything on cutter homes, and I remember trying to find information on some computers.
There were one or more computers in several fictional rooms that were along a wall and each room had glass windows / walls so that you could see into them from the outside, and there were also book shelves in them.
I can not remember if we ever found all of the information that the patron or patrons needed, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.