Do not try this at home kids. 😀
This dream involved a family (husband and wife, and maybe they had one or more children but I am not sure), my voice recording is too unclear, but there was possibly something about time passing by and something about them needing help to avoid being considered homeless; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, I remember moving back and forth from several parts of the city like my parents yard, and somehow I could fly at some point in the dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D inside and outside real and fictional versions of my parent’s neighborhood.
I remember walking along the streets of various real and fictional neighborhoods, I went inside some areas, and I met some people during my journey.
At some point I found a one-story building that looked like a house, when I went inside I found a family (a woman, a man with dark-color skin, and a little girl who was their daughter), and eventually I found out that this was more like a small house-like jail or prison or detention center.
The prison guard was a woman with dark-color skin wearing a police or security guard uniform, she had a bad and lazy attitude and she did not care about her job or the prisoners at all, and she was not even watching the prisoners (in this case it was the family).
I found out that the man was the one who was really the inmate, but somehow he family got locked up with him too which did not make sense even in the dream especially because the little girl was locked up to.
They were not really locked up, they had an apartment-like room, but they were not allowed to leave really except the girl could go outside when she wanted to; and the house/building was not secured with bars or anything really it seemed.
I felt bad for the girl and her mother, I sensed that the father was probably abusive sometimes, at some point I remember walking outside with the daughter who probably climbed out a window.
Something happened that I can not remember where maybe a paranormal and/or supernatural threat showed up, I probably led it away from the family by running outside, and it chased me through the neighborhoods.
I did not want the threat to know where I lived so I led it on a wild chase away from familiar areas until it lost sight of me, I used stealth and the terrain to my advantage to hide and confuse it, and eventually I sneaked back to my parents street when I felt that it had lost me.
It was evening or night now, my mom’s side of the family seemed to be having a family gathering/party at The E House, and I was carrying something that I can not remember as I walked.
The two storage buildings in the yard of The E House were now two screened-in buildings with tables and chairs and lights where they could hang out and eat and drink et cetera, and they were having a good time listening to music and eating and drinking et cetera.
I did not want to be seen or talked to and I did not want to go to the family gathering/party, and so I sneaked along the street to my parents yard without them noticing me to my surprise; but I woke up when I reached my parents yard.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was probably at The BP Library talking with my coworker Mrs. JM, and I remember telling her a story that showed what seemed to be an example of discrimination/racial disparity/et cetera.
I told Mrs. JM a story about a woman with dark-color skin with black hair named Jennelle who had gotten arrested by the police for no clear reason, it was a mistake by the police that seemed to have happened because of the woman’s skin color/assumed race (for those who believe in that, I do not)/et cetera, and she was taken to jail.
Jennelle was in jail for possibly days or weeks before I found out, when I found out I called Jennelle’s mother who was a lawyer or who at least knew the law pretty well, and so Jennelle’s mother went to get her daughter out of jail.
It was day and for some reason a female police officer with light-color skin had Jennelle in a police car that was parked along a sidewalk, and Jennelle’s mom walked over to the police car and knocked on the door to get the police officer’s attention.
Jennelle’s mom explained who she was, why she was there, that the police had made a mistake, and that they were to release Jennelle immediately.
There was some yelling/arguing back and forth, the police officer pulled out her pistol and pointed it at one of them, and another police officer arrived and pointed his pistol at Jennelle’s mother.
Jennelle’s mother did not back off and eventually she managed to get the police to let Jennelle go, and Jennelle and her mother left to start preparing to sue the police/city/et cetera and force them to admit their mistake and apologize et cetera.
After telling Mrs. JM this story I probably got a mobile phone call from a man with light-color skin named Chris, he was someone I used to work with and/or go to school with it seemed, but I could not remember him exactly.
Chris told me about a situation that was the same as Jennelle’s except the police did not bother him or arrest him or anything.
Chris invited me to come visit him at an apartment that he was moving into in maybe a fictional city, I accepted the invitation, and then I told Mrs. JM about what Chris had said and how he was treated completely different from how Jennelle was treated even though they both had been in the same situation; and then I left by automobile to visit Chris.
I drove to the fictional city and I probably stopped at a store to get something as a gift but I can not remember, and then I arrived at the parking lot of the apartment that was outside his small one-story apartment building.
Chris greeted me and invited me inside the house, he had another man there with him who had light-color skin and who seemed to be his boyfriend, and they had some male and female friends there visiting and helping with the move in.
I felt a bit out of place, I only somewhat remembered Chris by feeling that I had briefly knew him in the past and I was not sure if he was a former classmate of mine or not, and I wondered how did he have my phone number and why would he call me years later and invite me to hang out.
The apartment was larger inside than you would think with a taller ceiling, it had an interesting somewhat rough modern slightly futuristic look to it, and it was pretty empty because they had not moved in much stuff yet.
Chris introduced me to everyone and I listened and talked a bit with them, at some point we sat down at a table talking, and Chris and his assumed boyfriend started to talk about how they were huge fans of Ricky Martin and they seemed to hint that they found him to be very attractive et cetera.
One of the men did not get the hint so he asked what they meant by that, I said something in response to give him another hint at what I assumed they had hinted at/meant, but I woke up after the conversation continued.
It was not until after I woke up that I realized that Chris was probably a slightly fictional version of my former male coworker C from The L Binding Service and his assumed boyfriend was probably a slightly fictional version of my former male coworker S from the same job who was probably C’s boyfriend back then.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a blue van/Ford Explorer-like automobile with my dad and some of my brothers.
My dad either had just bought this automobile for me or he was going to buy it for me, and we were looking inside of it and driving it.
It was pretty spacious inside and was more van-like inside, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a school-like building with some of my coworkers and there were some other people inside the building, and it seemed that we were there for some kind of training and/or all-staff meeting and/or an event and/or something like that.
As I was walking around the building I saw my former female classmate TC trying to get inside a women’s bathroom to deal with a female issue, but a female employee with dark-color skin was trying to stop her because of some kind of strict rules in this building.
TC managed to force her way inside the bathroom, and then I kept walking.
I remember walking down a hallway with rooms on both sides that was like a school hallway, and some of my coworkers were standing outside a classroom looking inside so I stopped to see what they were looking at.
My female coworker TR was one of the coworkers standing on the outside looking inside the classroom from outside the glass on the closed door, and I saw that inside the classroom were students/people sitting at desks while a woman was standing up in front of the class at a chalkboard or something with her back facing us.
From behind the woman looked like my female coworker JB, she had her hair pinned up in the back with it divided in two parts that were partly curled with one on the left side and one of the right side, but even though she looked like JB from behind this made no sense to me for her to be teaching a class so I assumed that maybe it was not JB.
It was possible that she was not teaching the class and just happened to be up at the board doing something, but I had not idea because her back was facing us so I could not see who she was or what she was doing exactly.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a carpeted room with my female coworkers JB and TR, JB was sitting at a desk against the wall on the right side looking straight ahead at the wall and down at the desk as we talked, TR was standing outside the opening of a small storage-like room to the right of JB, and I was standing in the doorway of the storage-like room.
There was possibly a small window at the top of the wall in the right corner but I could be wrong, if it was, then that was the light source but you could not see out of it really probably; but I could be wrong because I think that this window possibly had a view of the old hanging jail/Gothic jail/BP Jail in the city of D or I knew that it was nearby.
We were talking and TR started to tell us that she had recently went to tour the old hanging jail/Gothic jail/BP Jail, and I remember asking her where did she have to go to pay et cetera but it seemed that she did not hear me so I waited for a moment to ask again.
When that moment came I started to ask TR but then JB suddenly said something like: “Be honest with me, do I still look dateable?”.
I was still talking when JB said this so I paused in confusion trying to make out what she said and what she meant and who she was asking, during this pause, JB joked about this pause and mentioned that recently she has not been wearing makeup as much and as a result and from what she has noticed when looking at herself in the mirror she did not feel that she has been looking so great et cetera.
I then told her that I was still trying to process what she said and I said what I thought that she said, she confirmed that was correct, and so I said something to clarify a few things before giving her my answer to help reduce the awkwardness and to reduce the chances of offense and to reduce the chances of anything being taken as inappropriate.
I then responded with something like: “I think that you look perfectly fine as you are, that I think that you do not need the makeup, and the fact that you have been wearing it less often is a good thing in my opinion for most people; and if you were not married, then yes, you would look perfectly dateable and even if you did not that would not matter because your personality et cetera is great and you would be perfectly dateable based on that alone and looks would just be an extra bonus to go along with that.”
I woke up as we continued talking about this and what made her ask us that, the previous topic, et cetera.