This dream took place at The BP Library, I was there working, and throughout the dream my female coworker JB kept using an expression where she would say something like: “Punch me.”.
At some point I told her that using that expression was probably not a good idea because someone may actually try to punch her one day if she says that, and I asked her what would she do if someone tried to punch her.
I mentioned several possible scenarios and I asked her to explain how she would likely react in each scenario, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place inside what looked like The E House, and Imogen Heap was there having a live performance / program / whatever.
Imogen Heap had a baby who was sitting in a chair or baby high chair that was not secure enough, the baby was possibly a girl but I can not remember, and the baby was her child.
At some point it looked like the baby was going to fall and she was too far away from where Mrs. Heap was, and so I walked over to make sure that the baby did not fall.
The baby possibly started reaching for me to pick her up and / or was about to fall, I wanted to let Mrs. Heap know because I did not want to touch anyone’s child without their permission but she was busy, and so I ended up picking up and holding the baby while I waited for a chance to talk to Mrs. Heap about this.
This was taking longer than expected so I was walking and standing around nearby while holding the baby et cetera as I waited for Mrs. Heap to finish her performance / program, the baby enjoyed being held and was relaxed, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream involved me walking and talking inside and outside with two women and some other people, and one of the places that we walked through was a building that was or was like The BP School Board Computer Department.
We were talking about maybe a certain fictional fraternity and sorority hazing / initiation / entrance tradition that I had false memories of doing in the past once, and new members being accepted had to drink / eat an orangish gel-like / gelatin-like substance / liquid that did not taste very good.
The women called the substance maybe Anima, but that name sounded different from what I thought that we called it back then; but I could not remember what we used to call it.
I remember thinking about this trying to figure out why I could not remember, I had some false memories and feelings about this, but there were some blanks in my memory that made me start to question whether those were false memories or not.
I possibly started to wonder if I was dreaming, but I woke up before I could figure this out.