All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place inside a windowless Walmart-like building near where the cash registers should be or were, there was a tall structure in this area, and I would sometimes probably climb it and jump down to a large open mostly dark room with maybe medium-colored carpet where some of my former classmates and other people were hanging out like there was a calm party or gathering.
I talked with some people and I walked around the large room and maybe I got some food and drink but I can not remember the details, I also can not remember the details of the tall structure that I would jump down from, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is being inside a windowless multi-story mostly carpeted building that had a lot of hallways and rooms, and it was being used as home by the actor Reginald VelJohnson who played the character Carl Winslow from the television series Family Matters and his family.
I was walking around exploring this somewhat school-like building, it was not a school but it slightly reminded me of a school combined with a general purpose office-like building and home, and there was more that happened in this dream but I can not remember what happened before this.
At some point I met Mr. VelJohnson and maybe his wife, I probably did not know that this was their home at first, and Mr. VelJohnson told me that this is the building that Family Matters used to be filmed in; but now him and his family were using this previously abandoned building as a home.
He gave me a tour of the building as he talked about memories from back when he worked on the Family Matters television series, and I remember some of my memories of the television series being talked about and thought about; and some of my memories of other television series like Boy Meets World.
Mr. VelJohnson told me that the building was not in good condition and he told and showed me some of the problems like: leaking roofs and ceilings in some areas, plumbing problems, and more.
This was a large building, him and his family only used a small part of it, and so the process of fixing everything was a slow and expensive project that they were doing slowly as they could afford it because they did not want to see this building fall apart; and they liked this building, and they wanted it to continue to be their home, but that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that there was more to this dream that was interesting but I can not remember the details.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day outside in a very small fictional town at a parade, I was at this parade standing among the small crowd along side the street by businesses in a small downtown area where the parade was taking place, and I was standing near a group of maybe high school students (maybe some athletes and cheerleaders it seemed) and some of their parent’s and teachers.
Something went wrong and there was a serious accident with maybe a truck pulling a float and it or they crashed into the crowd near me at the end of the parade route, seriously injuring and possibly killing some people, and one of the male students with whitish colored skin with medium-to-dark colored hair wearing a letterman (letter) jacket got decapitated in the accident so his head was on the street not far from his body.
A woman with whitish colored skin with maybe somewhat yellowish and/or brownish colored hair who was the young man’s mother ran over to his decapitated body crying and screaming over his body as other people ran to help the other injured and/or killed people, it was difficult watching and listening to this mother screaming and crying while holding the decapitated body of her son, and feeling like there was nothing that you could do to help.
I felt so bad and I wanted to help that the only thing that I could think to do was to try to attach the young man’s head back to his body, and so I did this where at least the head would be touching the neck normally even though I could not really attach it.
I hoped that maybe somehow this would keep him alive long enough for the paramedics to get him to the hospital so that the doctors could attach his head and save his life, and shockingly I heard the young man started breathing and trying to talk after trying to attach his head.
We were surprised and felt that there was some hope, the paramedics rushed in and took him to the hospital, and I think that they were able to save his life but I am not sure because I woke up; but I hoped that he would survive, and I hoped that I was able to at least help his mother feel better.