This dream started inside a one-story house where an Israeli (possibly Jewish) family (grandmother, mother, young daughter, and maybe a few others) with light-color skin lived, I am not sure if I was in the dream or not, either way no one was acknowledging my existence at this point if I was in the dream at this point.
The family seemed to be preparing something and were walking to a room, they had at least two Indian (India) servants (a grandmother or elderly mother and maybe her adult granddaughter or daughter) with medium-color skin, and the servants were in a room on a break it seemed so maybe the older servant was sleeping while the younger one seemed to be sitting on the floor in a cross-legged position like she was meditating or praying or something.
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 two dreams from last night, and I waited too long before trying to type them and before trying to think about them; and so many important details are missing from both dreams, and both dreams will not make much sense without those details.
The first dream took place during the day in a fictional place, I was in a multi-story brick maybe apartment-like building with a group of young men/soldiers from Israel who all had whitish/light brownish/yellowish colored skin with short hair wearing olive-green colored uniforms I think with assault rifles, and I had an assault rifle as well; but I can not remember most of the dream and so I am not exactly sure what was going on.
My guess is that the building was a civilian building being attacked by a group of men from Palestine who were killing people in the building to get revenge on Israel/maybe the USA/several other countries who attacked their country/people or who were attacking their country/people at this time, so basically they were using terrorism it seemed in desperation, and I am guessing that I either lived in the apartment building or in the neighborhood; and so I was trying to save people, I probably came across the group of young men/soldiers from Israel who had come to kill the men from Palestine who were attacking the building, and so I joined them to help save people.
In the dream I just wanted the violence to stop, I was against what was being done to Palestine but I was also against the terrorism being used against civilians of the enemies of Palestine, and so I was going to defend whoever the victims were in my opinion regardless of whose side they were on.
The young men/soldiers from Israel seemed very inexperienced like this was their first time facing combat and they looked like they either just finished military basic training or had not finished basic training or had not started basic training yet, but they acted like they were looking forward to killing/combat; and they were joking about it, bragging about it, taking their shirts off trying to act macho/super masculine, et cetera.
Basically they wanted to kill people, especially people from/in Palestine, and they said that they would enjoy it & that it would be fun/et cetera; and this disgusted me/bothered me/annoyed me, and I told them so.
I seemed to be more experienced with violence/combat/war/killing/et cetera than them, I knew how horrible it was and that it was not a game/a joke/or fun, and that I would only kill other people if necessary to defend myself/someone else or as a punishment for certain crimes.
I tried to explain the horror of killing people to the young men/soldiers from Israel, but they did not seem to believe me or agree with me.
I did not want to be helping people who acted like them but I knew that the men who were killing people in the building would not stop or listen to me, and so I knew that we/I would have to kill them; and so regardless of how I felt about the young men/soldiers I was helping, I knew what needed to be done, but I still did not like the thought having to kill people.
We went up a lot of stairs in a stairway area of the building, I was also giving some combat advice to the young men/soldiers to help them survive as we went up the stairs, and at some point we finally came across some men who were in the building killing people & they tried to kill us; and we had a quick realistic shootout on the stairway, and we killed them all without any of us dying.
I felt a bit sad about killing them and I angrily turned to the young men/soldiers asking them if they still felt that killing people was fun/cool/et cetera, but they were all in shock; and they realized that I had been right/correct.
Some of them started vomiting, some of them started crying, some of them were shaking, et cetera; and none of them enjoyed it, and they all felt terrible.
I then tried to help them and talk to them to help them deal with this, but I woke up.
My next dream very detailed but I forgot most of it and so it is very unclear, I remember being in a somewhat dimly lit gym/auditorium-like school/college-like building with some of my former classmates & other unknown classmates, and it seemed that we were in school/college; and I remember most of us being in a sitting area, and people were talking/hanging out/et cetera.
I remember talking with several people like my former classmate J/Big J and various other people from Eastside, and then I went around to a few other areas inside the building; and one of these areas was a small Chinese style restaurant/store, and I talked with my former classmate BH in this area because he was shopping there as well & two unknown women were shopping as well.
There was a male worker behind the counter, the food was behind glass and he would put the food that you wanted on carry-out plates, and alcoholic drinks were behind the counter as well I think; and so the two women and BH ordered some food, and then they picked an alcoholic drink (he had rice based alcoholic drinks, some beer, some wines, et cetera).
At some point it was my turn and I probably picked some food items and I asked the male worker if he had some honey wine/mead (because I was curious & I have never seen a bottle in real life yet) but I can not remember if he had any or not, I remember him showing me various alcoholic drinks that he had, but I can not remember if I bought any or not.
At some point I walked back to the sitting area but a lot of my former classmates from Eastside were gathered in a circle like a fight was happening, but there were too many people in the way & I could not see what was happening; but it sounded like a fight, and so I tried to get close enough to see what was going on so that I could stop it but I can not remember what happened.
I remember talking with several people about the situation, but that is all that I can remember.