My first dream is really a collection of several connected dreams that I had earlier during the night when I kept waking up and going back to sleep briefly because I could not find a comfortable sleeping/pillow position, and my neck and/or back was/were probably hurting.
I remember dreaming of comparing different Mad Men Yourself avatars / gravatars, maybe some other types of avatars/gravatars as well but I am not sure, and every time that I would briefly wake up and go back to sleep the dream would continue.
I remember something strange happening where two other men and I were comparing our avatars/gravatars at the same time, one of the men was bald and slightly over-fat/obese with whitish colored skin and the second man had whitish colored skin with maybe short blondish/grayish/whitish colored hair wearing plastic frame(d) glasses with a suit, and the three of us were side-by-side with me in the middle.
I am not sure if we really were in the same physical space or not but I know that we were shown to be side-by-side like maybe in split-screen, and we probably communicated with each other as we compared avatars / gravatars.
Eventually I think that I learned and/or assumed that the three of us were really/actually me split into three different people who were really were one person, maybe each person represented a part of me but I am not sure, and that is all that I can remember of this group of connected dreams.
The second/last dream is very unclear and it will not make much sense but I remember it taking place inside a somewhat dimly lit windowless multi-story building, and I remember spending most of the dream on the first floor in a room that was a meeting room/one-floor auditorium/several other rooms combined.
The building was like a college building combined with a college dorm, TV/radio studio/station/whatever, cafeteria, and several other buildings/rooms/et cetera; and I think that my brother GC was going to be graduating soon, and so I went to several meetings on the first floor with students and other people about the graduation and many other things.
I talked with several people including some of my former classmates probably, and one fictional person who I talked to was a man who had a surprisingly attractive almost morbidly obese or morbidly obese girlfriend who had whitish colored skin with orangeish colored hair and who wore a light blueish/greenish shirt/top that showed a lot of the top/upper part of her chest and maybe some cleavage because she had very large breasts.
I am not sure if I got to talk with his girlfriend as well or not but I know that I kept wondering/imagining/visualizing how his girlfriend would look if she lost some of the extra fat, either way I found her attractive, but I knew that she would look a lot better and be a lot healthier if she got rid of some of that extra fat (I have no problem with some fat, but too much fat is not so nice); and I probably spent more time thinking about her and/or talking with her and/or wanting to talk with her and/or talking with her boyfriend about her et cetera than I should have.
Eventually in the dream I went outside and magically I was in my parents’ yard during a nice sunny day going to check the mail but I was greeted by a fictional friend of the son of the neighbors’ who live across the street in the B House, his fictional friend had dark brownish colored skin with his blackish colored hair in long braids/dreadlocks, and we talked about several different topics.
Somehow we ended up back inside the multi-story building but on an upper floor where there was a TV/radio studio/station and the friend of our neighbor talked with Abby Martin about his life, and she asked him if he wanted to be on her YouTube show Breaking The Set for an interview and he said yes; and so Abby Martin interviewed him on her show as I watched from a distance.
After the interview he was approached by Frances Swaggart, maybe Donnie Swaggart, maybe Gabriel Swaggart, and maybe one or two other people from their film/radio crew who had heard/saw his interview with Abby Martin and they had him mention that he was a follower of Christianity who maybe handled snakes during some church services but I am not sure; and so they were interested in talking with him about his religious beliefs on one of their TV/radio/internet shows on their SonLife Radio Broadcasting Network, and he agreed.
I guess they used the same TV/radio studio/station as Abby Martin or their’s was on the same floor, either way he appeared on their show/program with them as well, and eventually I left back outside to check the mail.
My dad was raking the grass/leaves as I got the mail, in the mailbox was a very large/huge almost magazine-like letter and a few other letters, and I remember my dad commenting about how big that one letter was as I walked to bring it inside the house; and I replied back to my dad agreeing with him, but I woke up and that is all that I can remember of this dream.