I did not record the dreams that I remembered except for barely part of my last dream, and so now that is the only dream that I barely saved part of.
I think that this dream took place during the day at a fictional bakery-like place that was possibly inside a store near where Burkes Outlet in the shopping center by W Park in the city of D should be.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started inside of what looked like The E House combined with a school, I remember walking to the bathroom that is near the kitchen, and when I opened the door to the bathroom one of my former junior high school teacher’s Mrs. F was just leaving the bathroom; and I apologized, and I greeted her.
We briefly talked then she left, I used the bathroom and washed my hands, and then I walked past students in this dimly lit area until I reached another part of the building that looked like my parent’s house until I reached the living room; and I could see out of the windows, and it was daytime.
I walked out of the back door to walk outside near the back door, and I saw an unknown young woman or a woman with brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair wearing a pinkish colored coat standing by one of the dog areas where we now had a fictional puppy (it looked like a small breed of dog) at the dog house were my brother GC’s dog Cloud should be; and her back was facing me so I could not see her face, and I kept hearing her repeating something out-loud to herself and it seemed that she was looking down at maybe her mobile phone or something like that.
I thought that this was strange so eventually I said something to her after she still did not seem to notice me yet, she said something in response that I can not remember, and then she started walking toward where the basketball goals used to be; and then I noticed that she had one or two kids with dark-brownish colored skin who were also wearing coats, and one of the kids was a boy wearing a knit cap with a ball of fabric at the top of it.
The boy walked behind the dog house and he laid on the ground like he was hiding, the puppy found him and the puppy started biting and shaking the ball of fabric on his knit cap, and so I ran over to stop this; and fortunately no one got hurt, I apologized to the boy and the mother even though it was not really the puppy’s fault because the puppy was tied up at its dog house and the boy should not have been over there like that, and I gave them the knit cap back but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started during the day inside a school where I was in a class inside a classroom with other students, this class was like if The Daily Post had its own physical class and classroom, because all of our assignments seemed to be picking something from a small reddish colored fabric-covered hardcover book full of song lyrics and stories and poems and dialogue from various forms of media and more (that each student had) to use as inspiration to complete assignments that were basically challenges that were like Daily Prompts except that we had to physically write our responses and turn them in to the teacher or teachers; and this was a fun class that I enjoyed.
I remember doing several assignments during class and turning them in, I remember using some Fiona Apple song lyrics that were in the small reddish colored book as inspiration to complete one of these assignments, and at some point class was over and it was time to leave school; and we were given a homework assignment like the other assignments where we were to pick something from the small reddish colored book as inspiration, and write our response and turn it in during class the next day.
I remember walking home and at some point I remember walking through a fictional alley where the BP School Board Computer Department should be, there were two women with whitish colored skin there was well and one of them had maybe orangish or reddish colored hair, and there were maybe a few other people there as well; and something happened that I can not remember, and the women called the police.
The police arrived and the police officers were all young athletic men with whitish colored skin who were violent, rude, unempathetic, and they had many other bad qualities; and they were making the situation worse, to make things even worse they were not even doing their job, and they implied that they wanted the women to do sexual favors for them and then they would do their job; and so the woman with maybe reddish or orangish colored hair gave one of the police officers her phone number implying that she would do some sexual favors for them later, and then the police officers finally did their job and then they left.
This bothered me and I remember wondering how many other police officers and soldiers were like this, I thought of my brother CC who is in the military and I wondered how many other soldiers he knew who might be like this, and this did not make me feel so great about the future of the police force and military and the world; I knew that not every soldier or police officer was like this, but I felt that a larger number of them were like this than there should be.
I probably talked to the women about the situation and then I continued walking home as I looked in the small reddish colored book and started trying to write my homework assignment as I walked, when I reached the street near my uncle WC’s back yard I saw a large whitish colored truck parked partly in the street on the left side of the street, and it looked like my dad’s friend’s truck Mr. TL (Brother TL); and there was another automobile partly parked in the street on the right side of the street.
I walked down my parent’s street until I reached the field by my parent’s yard, I saw Mr. TL in the field so I greeted him, and he started asking me about the small reddish colored book that I was using; and so I explained it to him, and as we were talking the weather started to look bad and we suddenly noticed part of an old tree trunk in my parent’s yard that looked like the wind had somehow blew almost half a tree into the yard near where the basketball goals used to be.
My dad was in the yard walking over to look at it and so we walked in the yard to look at it as well, but I woke up as we were looking at it and talking about it and about how the weather was starting to get bad.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it was my favorite dream of the night but it is also the most unclear and confusing, and my memory of it is very flawed; and so expect errors, missing details, and for things to be somewhat out-of-order.
This dream seemed to be inspired by the film Inception where Mal Cobb (Mallorie Cobb) had started to confuse the real world and the dream world, and my dream focused on fictional events that would have taken place before the events in the film Inception; but in my dream things were much different than the film and the dream seemed to take place in maybe the 1960s, and I never saw Mal’s husband or children in the dream like they were either dead or gone or did not exist or something like that.
In the dream Mal lived alone in a one-story apartment house where The G House should be, it looked like an improved version of The G House where it was at least three apartment houses that were connected to each other or it was one house split into three separate apartment houses and partly sharing their porches or their one porch, and I remember some of her neighbors and some other people and maybe some detectives telling me her story.
I remember a man with whitish colored skin wearing a tan-colored fedora and trench coat warning me to stay away from Mal because they said that she was crazy and probably dangerous and that she was probably still under investigation (maybe that is why I never saw her husband or children, and maybe the investigation had something to do with what happened to them but I am not sure), and her neighbors and some of the other people said some of the same things about Mal that the detective had told me; and all the people in her neighborhood seemed to avoid her, and they mentioned some idea or plan or goal or something like that which Mal seemed to be obsessed with following or achieving or something like that.
They said that she had lost touch with reality and that she could no longer tell the difference between the real world and the dream world, I did not follow their advice and I decided to talk to Mal to hear her side of the story, and so I went to her house; and she let me inside her dimly lit probably 1960s style and furnished and decorated apartment house.
I remember her talking to me and explaining her idea or plan or goal or whatever it was and I remember her doing a lot of cooking in the kitchen as she talked with me (her appliances were probably all 1960s style), I can not remember what she told me but she really believed in it and she was obsessed with it (it possibly involved dreams and reality, and maybe she hoped to return to her husband and children somehow; and maybe she believe that this was the only way that she would ever see her husband and children again), and she wanted to reach it but she was probably still under investigation so she could not leave; but she decided that she was going to sneak out of the country anyway, and so she got one of her friend’s to help her plan her escape from the country.
It was possible that the other people were correct about Mal but she seemed so convinced and so convincing and stable enough (she did seem a bit unstable, but possibly stable enough to me) that I wanted to follow her to see if any of this really was true, I was not a believer but I was just very curious and trying to be open-minded and I felt bad for her and I wanted to see her reach her goal if it was possible, and I was actually probably hoping that it was true.
I was probably very interested because it probably involved dreams, but I was worried that there was a chance that she possibly had killed her husband and children thinking that they were dreaming and needed to wake up and maybe she thought that they were still trapped in a dream so she needed to get back to this dream to be with them or to wake them up.
Mal’s friend was a woman with whitish colored skin with long brownish colored hair in a somewhat wild natural hairstyle who was probably the New Age-type and more open and free, she believed Mal and she contacted Mal’s mother and some other people to help plan Mal’s escape from the country, and we somehow ended up in The United Kingdom to meet with Mal’s mother who lived there and the other people who were trying to help Mal achieve her goal.
It was a cold gray day in The United Kingdom so we were wearing coats, I had my heather gray Old Navypea coat with a knit hat and gloves, and there was a man with whitish colored skin with us who was wearing a grayish colored pea coat that was better-looking and higher quality than my pea coat and I remember complimenting him about his pea coat; but I have no idea how we reached The United Kingdom.
We walked through a quiet courtyard to avoid crowds until we reached an upper area outside of a maybe train station-like place and a shopping mall-like building that had some office areas in one part of the mall where there was a small travel business, we met Mal’s mother in this upper area outside, and Mal’s mother somewhat reminded me of a nicer version of Mother from the television series Being Human (North America).
Once Mal’s mother learned of Mal’s plan, she politely refused to help any further except for directing us to a friend of hers who could help us sneak to maybe Switzerland or some country like that, and Mal’s mother told her that she loved her; and she revealed to Mal that she was not her true biological mother, and she told Mal who her real biological mother was (I can not remember if she said if she was still alive or not) and she apologized for not telling her the truth all of these years.
They both hugged and said goodbye, we then met with the friend of Mal’s step-mother, and this friend was a woman with dark-medium brownish colored skin with long blackish colored hair who knew how to talk to people to get what she wanted and she somewhat reminded me of the actress Angela Bassett; and she took us inside the mall to a small travel business that was in the quiet office area of the mall, and there was an open office or stand where there were two female workers.
One of the female workers was a woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish colored hair and the other was a woman with dark-brownish colored skin who had long blackish colored hair, they were happy to get customers, and they asked us what we needed; and the friend of the step-mother did all the talking.
The workers wanted to help us but it was not legal for them to help without filling out legal paperwork first for what we were asking, the friend of the step-mother knew what to say to get them to risk their business and to risk going to jail to help us, and amazingly she convinced them to help us without paperwork; and so she gave them the money, and they started preparing things to get us to Switzerland or wherever to avoid the authorities.
The friend of the step-mother probably warned us that this was as far as she would take us, after this we were on our own, and so hopefully that was the place we needed to be to complete Mal’s goal; but I woke up as we were waiting on the workers to finish preparing everything for our trip.
I forgot all my dreams from last night except for barely part of my last dream that started in a fictional place during late in the afternoon and until night, and several times during the dream I went to a fictional one-story building in a field near a quiet neighborhood.
The building was narrow a bit narrow but long horizontally or it was longer horizontally than from front to back, I think that different parts of this building were used for several different things, and I think that one part of the building on the right side was possibly the BP School Board Shop; and another part of the building on the left side was possibly a place where people could hang out like a restaurant/club/recreation center/and/or something like that.