A South African Courtroom / Classroom?

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, and somehow I knew or felt that this dream took place in South Africa.

I seemed to be in a small room that was possibly a courtroom that looked more like a classroom, and I was near the left front side of the room where the only window was which had no screen & could open & was just large enough for a person to climb through.

There were other people in the room including my former male classmate DH who had a fictional young daughter with him, at the front of the room was a man with light-color skin wearing maybe khaki pants & a tucked in tennis shirt who I assumed to be the judge, and there was a man with medium or dark-color skin who I assumed to be on trial; and there were other random people sitting around watching.

Work Training / Competition | Dorm Sekso

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved training / a competition / work.

This was possibly all connected to work, I could be wrong though, but I do know that part of the dream took place at maybe a slightly fictional version of The BP Library.

A Hooded Man Named John

All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was standing outside in what looked like a fictional version of the field in front of The PH Trade Days area, and I was holding an acoustic guitar.

I was about to walk back to a fictional apartment across the street where I assume I lived when I noticed what looked like a hooded figure standing behind an electrical pole near the road to my left, and I looked in that direction and there was a man wearing a hoodie with the hood on who had dark-color skin but I could not see his face.

TDC’s Arm Cellulite | JB Sweating

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a building or house, and my brothers TDC and KDC were there.

I noticed that there was extra skin and fat/cellulite hanging under my brother TDC’s arms, and so I asked him about it.

Pacing Outside Waiting On My Dad

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Unfortunately I forgot all of my dreams except for the most boring part of one dream, part of my memory of one or two more dreams returned to me in a flash, but they left my mind immediately.

All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day, and maybe my dad drove me and him in his automobile to a fictional grass area next to the train tracks by The D City Hall and The D Police Station and across from the parking lot across the street from The BP Library.

I am not sure if we parked on the grass on the left side of the train tracks near the parking lot across from the library or on the right side, either way I know that we were closer to The D Police Station, but we were not on their property when my dad parked his automobile on the grass near the train tracks.

I am not sure why my dad parked there or what he was doing, I just know that we got out of his automobile, and I paced back and forth from the parking lot to the police station as I waited for my dad to do whatever he was doing.

I was wearing my gray hooded sweatshirt (hoodie) and I had the hood on, and I paced back and forth hoping that the police did not think that I was a threat or crazy or a protester or something as I waited for my dad.

As I paced back and forth I saw some people in the distance where the gazebo is or should be to the left of city hall, I heard them talking and one or more of them knew my dad, and maybe they saw my dad and started trying to talk to him.

I probably hoped that my dad would hurry up with whatever he was doing, but that is all that I can remember of this boring part of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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