Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I went to work early for my shelver job at The BP Library, which is part of a temporary new schedule in real life, and The BP Library looked different than in real life.
I remember my coworker Mr. CF being there too, I probably talked with him briefly, and he probably had me help him with some work before I started my normal shelver work.
This morning my memory of my dreams from last night got mostly destroyed by a strange interrupting and distracting dream and sleep and wake cycle that kept happening as I was dreaming and thinking that I was blogging my dreams in the real world but I was actually still dreaming.
I was trying to blog my dreams inside a dream thinking that I was in the real world but my blogging of my dreams kept getting interrupted by things related to Donald Trump, and it was like someone or something kept messing up my posts that I was typing and making messed up pages and making messed up Donald Trump articles on Wikipedia and on my blog and maybe other wikis online and adding messed up link text and links on my blog.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside a nice windowless hotel where I was staying with most of my family except for my brother CC, and our hotel room or hotel suite was like a nice house with light-colored carpet in many of the rooms.
There were bedrooms, a large mostly open modern bathroom with a shower and sink and toilet without much privacy, a family room next to the bathroom and hall that led to the bedrooms, and the door that opened to the family room that either led to the living room and kitchen/dining room or to the hall of the hotel.
I wanted to go urinate and then take a shower but when I was about to get undressed my parent’s brought my male cousin DE into one of the bedrooms to give him an old Nintendo Entertainment System (NES), a NES Zapper (light gun/whatever used to play games like Duck Hunt), old NES video games, and some other old video game related equipment; and so I waited for them to leave, and then I started to get undressed and I got my towel and I walked down the hall through the family room to the mostly open bathroom that only had partial privacy curtains and/or a partial wall.
While I was trying to urinate some of my family was in the family room and maybe the living room, I noticed a somewhat older short female housekeeper/maid/room service worker/whatever with light brownish colored skin who spoke Spanish and who spoke English with a probably Mexican accent looking nosily through the open door of the family room while I was trying to urinate like she was trying to be nosy, and maybe she could see me and so that was another brief interruption as I tried to avoid being seen while I urinated.
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