This dream took place during the day in an area that looked a lot like the street and parking lot where Kmart used to be in the city of D, and I was there with some people including my female coworker TR who were preparing and rehearsing for a parade it seemed.
At some point I left by automobile I assume with TR and an older woman with light-color skin, and we went to the older woman’s house.
The older woman looked like she could be a family member of TR, but I was not sure.
I remember us sitting and talking in the kitchen, I remember hearing a doorbell-like sound so I went to see who it was but no one was there so I returned to the kitchen to tell the others, and after that TR stood behind the older woman and TR grabbed her by her head and her hair and she started pulling her head / neck back in a maybe neck crank-like submission or something.
I was confused and was trying to figure out if TR was just playing around but she continued applying pressure and it looked like it hurt, and so I told her to stop.
The older woman then reversed it and she did the same thing to TR to my surprise, I was surprised by the older woman’s strength and skill, and this looked painful.
Like with the older woman, TR was trying to resist this, and this seemed to be some kind of competition for them.
The older woman appeared to be stronger than TR, but I told them to stop.
The older woman won I guess, then things went from serious to positive again as they joked, and TR said that the older woman was still stronger than her but that she almost won this time.
I then learned that the older woman was a family member of TR, and that this is a competition that they have been doing for years and that TR had never won yet.
But I woke up.
This dream took place in the same parking lot from the beginning of the previous dream except the parking lot was possibly raised higher from the ground because of a slight hill, and this time we were at the back of the parking lot where the building should be.
Once again my female coworker TR was there, and several other people were there too.
We were hanging out talking in and around our automobiles, and I remember us listening to music and the radio from one or more automobiles.
At some point we were walking through an outdoor area where a group of people from different political groups started arguing, some were probably more politically left-leaning while the other side was probably more Alt-Right / right-leaning, a fight started and / or the Alt-Right-leaning group had quietly called in an ambush on the left-leaning group.
Suddenly basically an Alt-Right / right-leaning army slowly started attacking, my brother GC and I got caught up in it even though we were not with either group, and the Alt-Right / right-leaning ambush army were attacking us too so we fought against them as we tried to escape.
We were doing good but they had Navy Seal-like special forces coming from under and on the water, aircraft, land vehicles, and a large force constantly joining the battle.
My brother GC and I fought well, taking out many of them during our escape, we went in and out of the water trying to avoid the special forces and sometimes fighting them until they finally killed us when we were almost out of their range.
When we died we returned outside the virtual reality video game world into the normal dream world, we were in an area that looked like the open freezer section at Walmart, and there were tables with people sitting down wearing virtual reality headgear and equipment who were still playing the virtual reality video game.
The people near us were part of the Alt-Right / right-leaning ambush army, they were organized into teams with someone leading each team, and the team closest to us was led by a man with dark-color skin with short black hair who was possibly leading the special forces team.
They had clearly planned things out, the left-leaning group was not organized or prepared like this, and so they stood no chance.
I then had a false awakening where I woke up from this dream into another dream not realizing that I was still dreaming, I was in a strange windowless room (not a bedroom) that had bare rough-looking possibly slightly wet or strange-looking concrete and / or metal walls with a dark hallway, and I was laying down and my brother GC was in the room to my left maybe still trying to play the video game.
I was experiencing sleep paralysis and I was partly laying on my right side, I was close to the wall near the dark hallway, there were some objects near me.
I experienced an assumed auditory hallucination of some maybe mouse-like sounds, appearing to come out of one or more of the objects and / or a hole in the wall was a mouse, but it was not real I do not think and it was not moving when I looked at it.
I possibly moved in and out of sleep paralysis in this false awakening dream and in the real world where I was on the living room couch, in the assumed real world sleep paralysis experience I felt a presence approaching me, but I was paralyzed in the same position as my sleep paralysis experience in the dream so I was facing the back of the couch so I could not get a good view of what was approaching me from behind at first.
I am not sure if some of this took place in the dream sleep paralysis or not, I possibly jumped quickly back and forth between the two, I just remember feeling the presence reach around me like it was going to touch my arm and somehow I was able to slightly move one arm enough to grab it with my thumb and one other finger.
I felt the presence that I just grabbed, it felt like a wrist maybe, and I somewhat saw a ghost-like arm or arm-like thing that I was grabbing that possibly faded in and out.
The presence then felt like it was moving in to hug me from behind, the presence did not feel negative and the movements did not seem negative, it just seemed like it wanted to make physical contact and just hold me or something to my surprise and confusion.
I felt it wrapping around me from behind to hug / cradle / hold me briefly, I still could not move anything else other than slightly holding its wrist or whatever, and then maybe it let go so I let its wrist or whatever go; and I probably jumped back to the sleep paralysis in the dream and / or it changed back to the strange room.
I realized that one sleep paralysis experience was in a dream and that the other was in the real world, this caused the dream to collapse and I woke up into the real sleep paralysis experience completely, and then I was able to break the paralysis shortly after this and I did not feel the presence anymore like it had left after letting go.
But that is all that I can remember.
This dream had several transitions, I think that maybe my male cousin ME or a man like him was about to go to a college and maybe he was to play American football there, but somehow it transitioned to where I went to the college and I was playing American football at that college.
We were outside practicing or warming up and / or starting a football game in an outdoor stadium, my former male classmate JP was on the team too, and at some point during maybe a punt return I was running the ball slowly as JP and several others blocked for me in a formation around me and we probably started from the complete other side of the field.
I was ducked down behind the formation that they had as we slowly ran until they told me that there was an opening, and so I was able to run fast and break from the formation.
They broke the formation to try to continue blocking for me, the field was mostly open so I only had to dodge one or two tackles and they only had to block a few, and eventually I ran until I made a touchdown.
The crowd cheered, I celebrated with my team briefly and I thanked them et cetera, and on the instant replay the announcers messed up on my name and they called me Tristan *A last name that I can not remember that started with the letter F*; Tristan was a player who used to be on the team.
I walked off to report this mistake so that they could fix it, I remember walking through the tunnel / walkway where the concession stands were and a room where people in the audience could report problems, and a female employee with dark-color skin with black hair who was working at the concession stand asked me if I was Tristan who had just scored that touchdown on that long run.
I told her that they had messed up on my name, I told her my name, and then I told her that it was me who had just scored that touchdown.
I probably asked her if I could report the mistake to the audience reporting area, she said no and that I had to use the other reporting area for the players et cetera which was across the other side of the stadium up higher, and so I probably started walking to talk to my coaches.
I think that a news crew was interviewing people, but I woke up.
This dream took place during the day at my parents house, I was in the kitchen talking with my brother GC, and at some point I realized that the windows in the kitchen were open even though I had closed them earlier and I had not heard any sounds from the outside.
This annoyed me and so I started closing them while complaining to my brother GC about this, and how it was probably our mom who had opened them for no clear reason; but I woke up.
This dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D I assume, someone I knew had been given the honor of riding with The Pope on a parade float in a parade that was about to start soon by The BP Library I assume, but they were not going to be able to make it so they asked me to go in their place and so I did.
I remember being outside in maybe the patron parking lot of The BP Library, I went to The Pope’s parade float to let the people there know who I was and why I was there, and then I sat in the front of the float next to an old man with light-color skin who I assumed was The Pope and I greeted him and we shook hands et cetera.
At some point I learned that he was not The Pope but he was probably a high-level priest, The Pope had not arrived yet, and so we waited for him to arrive as other people waited by their floats and as the crowd waited.
The vehicle that was to pull our float had a young man with light-color skin with maybe short brown hair on the back of it, and standing on the ground talking to him was an even younger young man with light-color skin.
The others with The Pope’s float said that The Pope was going to arrive soon so they walked to a nearby fictional field, and I stayed with the float.
A somewhat older woman with light-color skin walked over to the float to talk to me, at first I did not recognize her, but then I realized that it was my coworker Mrs. C.
I remember Mrs. C trying to suggest something and / or warn me about, but I can not remember what.
The young men who were nearby started talking out-loud about Mrs. C, they did not think that we knew each other and they falsely assumed that she was just a random crazy old lady who was talking out-loud to herself and me, and Mrs. C heard them talking about her and she stopped talking like what they said bothered her.
Mrs. C waited quietly like she was waiting on an adult to show up by their vehicle so that she could complain to the adult about the two young men, I felt bad about not saying something to the two young men, but then Mrs. C left looking like what they had said was still bothering her and I apologized to her as she walked away quietly.
Shortly after this The Pope arrived with bodyguards et cetera, and so I walked across the field at a distance from the others to follow them to the float.
Among the group now was my former male classmate TC and a woman who was with him, and I greeted them.
I am not exactly sure if I completely slept or not, it was more like semi-sleeping / semi-dreaming / semi-daydreaming / semi-thinking, but I am not sure.
The last thing that I remember involved the recent Christmas parade that I was in Saturday with The BP Library and the Christmas float, and it involved this week and what we were going to do with the Christmas float and for this Saturday’s Christmas parade in the city of M.
There was talk of recycling materials, what to do after this week’s parade, what to do next year, et cetera.
Some of my coworkers were there like my female coworker LF, Mr. CF, and maybe my female coworker MA.
We were in the garage of The BP Library where the float is talking and trying to get things ready, but that is all that I can remember.
I had some more dreams and there was probably more to this dream from last night, but all that I can remember of this last dream is that it took place during the day in the city of D.
I remember standing across the street from the patron parking lot for The BP Library where I work, I was standing in a slightly fictional version of the parking lot or area next to the parking lot of the business across the street from the patron parking lot.
A parade was going on going through the downtown area going in the direction of The BM Hospital so there were other people on both sides of the street and there were people behind me and further to the right of me, and some of them were children.
Unfortunately I can no longer remember most of the details of the parade, there were various floats and people marching and people walking and maybe some music (maybe even some in French) et cetera, and I remember some of the children in my area running around playing near me sometimes so they probably briefly talked with me a few times and I probably helped them a few times.
I remember smiling and waving at and helping several people (mostly children) so it was a positive experience, and on the left side of the street there were two boys with light-color skin playing with two large balloon-like balls that accidentally bounced across the street to my side so I gave it back to them.
Prime Minister Netanyahu told the boys to say thank you to me because I gave them their balloon-like balls back, one of the boys said thank you to me and I told him you are welcome, but the other boy did not say thank you so Prime Minister Netanyahu told the other boy to not be rude and to say thank you to me so the boy said thank you to me and I told him you are welcome.
Prime Minister Netanyahu apologized and he thanked me, I told him that it was not a problem, and I told him that you are welcome.
The parade was now near the end so groups of people probably rode horses down the street, and the last part of the parade was someone wildly and dangerously driving an automobile with over-sized tires while doing stunts and turns so close to the side of the road that someone would get hit if they were standing too close.
I thought that this was unusual and dangerous, but amazingly no one was hurt and the parade ended.
People started to walk away, I am not sure if I was still walking or if I was riding inside a bus while standing up or something at this point, I just know that First Lady Melania Trump and some other people who had stood behind me during the parade were still behind me either walking and / or riding while standing at this point.
I can not remember if anything was said before this happened or not, but First Lady Trump walked from behind me and she kissed me on maybe my right cheek to my surprise.
I was caught off guard and I probably smiled somewhat nervously and I either thought and / or said wow, I did not know what to do or say so I said thank you to First Lady Trump, and maybe I thought and / or asked what did I do to deserve a kiss on the cheek.
First Lady Trump told me that she saw me at the parade, she saw how I was smiling and being friendly with and was helping people (including the children), and so it seemed that the kiss on the cheek was her way of thanking me for that.
I remember whispering to First Lady Trump asking her if it was really safe to be here without security / bodyguards, I told her that I did not think that was a good idea if they were not here, and she said something that I can not remember and she glanced back at the people among the crowd with her nodding her head like she was signaling that there were undercover United States Secret Service agents among the crowd.
I glanced at the crowed trying to figure out who the Secret Service agents were, I noticed that most of the people had neutral facial expressions so I wondered if most or all of them were Secret Service agents, and the person closest to First Lady Trump was a woman with light-color skin with brown hair who I assumed was a Secret Service agent.
I nodded back at First Lady Trump signaling that I understood, but then I woke up.
I barely remember part of the end of one dream where I think that I was a soldier who had fought in a short war, the war was probably an offensive/defensive war where we were either defending our country from a direct attack or we were sent to help an ally country defend against an attack, and at this point in the dream some of my fellow soldiers & I were in a military parade during the day.
We were on a very tall parade float going down a long highway that looked like the highway in D that passes the DQ on Eastside, but this version was the L-like version that is wider & probably in the fictional version of L; and people were on the sides of the road cheering.
My fellow soldiers who I fought with and I were not so happy about being paraded around, we did not consider ourselves heroes & were not proud of having fought in a war, we did not feel that we had done much if anything wrong but we just did not think that war was fun & games and we felt that our country usually fought unnecessary wars; but we were glad that we fought a short war that was not completely unnecessary like most wars.
We tried to be more positive and to somewhat enjoy the parade or at least survive it, so I remember trying to help boost everyone’s morale/mood; and we tried to smile & wave at people.
At some point we noticed a former fellow soldier of ours who we knew in the crowd yelling/screaming negative things at us about the war/military/country/politicians/us/et cetera, and we tried to talk to him but he pulled the smallest & weakest soldier in our unit off of the float & started attacking him; and so I got off the float to stop him.
I easily defeated him without him getting hurt and the soldier he attacked was not hurt, I tried to talk some sense in to him, to let him know that we agreed with some of the things he said but not all of what he said; and I told him that his actions were wrong, but that we still considered him a friend & that we wanted to help him.
He was very bitter about his military experience, and had he probably left the war by quitting the military; and he was probably dishonorably discharged from the military.
I asked him to meet us after the parade somewhere so that we could talk, eat, drink, et cetera.
I think that he looked like or was my former classmate JS, but I am not sure; either way we continued our parade talking about the situation, and memories from the war but I woke up.