Unfortunately I only recorded barely part of the end of my last dream that took place mostly outside, some of it probably took place inside, but most of the dream is forgotten now.
The inside parts of the dream are mostly forgotten and unclear now, but I do remember going outside a Walmart or a Walmart-like store.
In the parking lot and along the sidewalk I would see and hear people who seemed like they needed help, and most of these people seemed to be unstable with issues like: mental disorders, being high or drunk, feeling depressed and / or angry and / or nervous et cetera, having mental breakdowns, et cetera.
An increasing amount of these people were celebrities, I would see and hear how they were saying and how they were acting, and sometimes I was possibly able to see what they were thinking and maybe somewhat feel what they were feeling; and I possibly would see some of their memories / flashbacks.
I am not sure if the was there and / or just in someone’s thoughts / memories / flashbacks but I remember seeing and hearing Anthony Bourdain at some point, but I can not remember the details.
Some people would accept my help and let me talk with them on my first approach, but with most it took one or two or three tries to get them to talk with me and accept some help; but some refused my help even after three tries.
The person who rejected my help the hardest and the most was the actor George Clooney who was causing the biggest scene of everyone, and he seemed drunk and / or high and / or mentally unstable.
Mr. Clooney was talking to himself, ranting at people and just out-loud, et cetera; he was angry, maybe slightly depressed, he needed a shave, his hair was a bit wild, he looked and was dressed rough and acted rough, he was possibly somewhat slurring his words sometimes, and he was basically a mess like someone having a breakdown and who had lost something and / or stress and / or some other problems had gotten to him.
I approached him at least three times but he angrily refused help and to talk with me each time, each time I got a bit closer to reaching him though, but he kept getting angry and moving away from me each time until I stopped.
After my last attempt Mr. Clooney walked around walking up to people ranting, ranting to himself, somewhat stumbling around the parking lot and sidewalk, et cetera.
I remembered more of my dreams but I only barely recorded some text notes of one dream on my mobile phone before going back to sleep, and so most of my dreams are forgotten now.
This dream possibly started with my male cousin DE being mentally unstable and he was in and out of jail during the first parts of the dream because he kept getting arrested for doing illegal things because of his instability.
I was in the dream as well, and at some point in the dream I was in the yard of The E House with some of my family in the backyard.
We seemed to be stuck in the yard and were trapped with reenactments of past events, historical events from various time periods and probably cultures, and other moments / events from the past that I can not remember now.
These reenactments would take place in the yard, we could see these reenactments of various past events physically taking place in the yard, and I assume that we could interact with them because I remember a military aircraft (maybe from World War II or not long after) flying around shooting at us sometimes so we would have to hide and take cover to avoid getting shot.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
I had several dreams that I remembered but I did not record them before going back to sleep each time, and so now I barely remember part of the end of my last dream because of that.
The dream took place over several days during the day in what I assume was a fictional city that I was staying and working in, I am not sure if I was going to college as well or not, and I was possibly staying at or near a college.
I worked at a library in the dream, like in real life, and my parents were possibly in an earlier part of the dream and maybe they told me about a nearby medical clinic that they wanted me to go to and get signed up to see a doctor / dentist / eye doctor / et cetera so I went after work I think.
I remember walking to the clinic that was on the left side of the road possibly near the college and / or where I lived, but I could be wrong.
I remember walking down a hallway to the waiting room, and I remember seeing a woman with either dark-light color skin or light-medium color skin with long dark-color hair who was somewhat nicely dressed who was walking down the hallway looking happy and was possibly saying things to people along the way.
The woman approached me and started happily talking to me as we walked toward the waiting room, she was somewhat attractive and somewhat nicely dressed and was happy, but something did not seem right about her like she was possibly mentally unstable and possibly even homeless even though she did not look like it.
I could just sense this even though the signs were not very clear, I guess there was something about her facial expressions and body language and overly happiness and talkativeness that I picked up on, and so while we talked I hoped that she would not try to ask me too many personal questions and I hoped that she would not start trying to flirt with me and I hoped that she did not become more unstable.
In the waiting room there were some female employees behind the front desk with one of them being an obese woman with dark-color skin with long black hair wearing scrubs and another was a woman with light-color skin with long light-to-medium color hair, and I possibly went to the front desk first before sitting down along the left side of the hallway at the entrance of the waiting room.
There was a man with dark-color skin who I recognized from the city of D so I briefly talked with him before the possibly mentally unstable woman sat down by me to continue talking to me, there was a chance that she was possibly interested in me, but I was not sure as she talked to me.
I hoped to not reveal too much about myself as we talked, fortunately the employees said that it was time for the clinic to close for the day so we would have to return tomorrow, and so that saved me from my conversation with the woman.
The next day or whenever when I was at work at the library, a fictional female coworker of mine told me about something that happened to her at the same building that the clinic was in, and she told me that while walking maybe from the clinic after getting a wound checked a woman approached her and started talking to her.
How she described the woman it sounded exactly like the woman who talked to me, she said that the woman possibly got mad at something she had said but it was not clear, and that before they went their separate ways the woman wiped some of her own blood on my coworker’s wound and said something that to me implied that she was trying to infect my coworker with something (maybe HIV / AIDS) and she walked away.
I asked my coworker to describe the woman and it sounded like we both met the same probably mentally unstable woman, and I told my coworker that she should return to the clinic now to get that wound checked and to tell her doctor about what happened to get herself checked for any infections and to take preventative steps if necessary to prevent an infection from that so my coworker possibly left to the clinic to do this.
After work I returned to the clinic hoping to not see the woman again and I realized that I had my work name tag on and I wondered if I had it on previously when the woman talked to me and I hoped that I did not have it on then, as I walked through the building I heard some employees talking about a mentally unstable homeless woman who is there every day causing problems, and they said that she had done several things and they had to deal with her and call security several times and they were looking for her again.
Fortunately the woman was not in the waiting room, I went to the front desk and then I sat down, and eventually I learned that there were numbers to pull to know when it is your turn so I went to pull a number.
I asked the female employee at the front desk if they had a doctor, dentist, and eye doctor and she said yes and they had discounted rates and they accepted my government insurance so I planned on coming here for all my medical needs.
All that I can remember of this dream is being outside in maybe a field outside a small shed-like building that possibly led underground, and a group of children and teenagers were standing outside the building with baseball bats and random objects that they were using as melee weapons.
They were afraid of something inside the building and they were waiting on me to enter the building it seems, inside the building was a creature that was small when we last saw it, but we had no idea how big it was now.
I am not sure what the creature looked like but whatever it was it was something strange and it scared us, it was possibly something paranormal but I am not sure, and so we were very cautious and worried.
I was the only adult around and so I tried to be brave for them and I was going to enter the building alone with at least a baseball bat and / or any melee weapons that I could find, and I wanted the others to guard the outside.
I told them to not enter the building, I picked up one or more weapons (a baseball bat was probably one of them), and I opened the door to enter the building.
I felt like Steve Harrington from the television show Stranger Things during a scene in season 2, but I woke up.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started during the morning in a fictional house and my mom, my brother GC, and I were there but I am not sure if anyone else was there or not.
I remember talking with my mom and my brother GC when I noticed my male cousin ME walking outside past the windows at the front of the house, and I assumed that he was going to the front door so I told my mom because I assumed that he was coming over for her.
I walked toward the front of the house and the main door was wide open, I assumed that my mom had left it open for my dad, and so I walked away thinking that my mom was going to answer the door.
I then heard my dad and an unknown man enter through that door, I looked around the corner to see that the man was older with light-color skin with graying wild hair wearing a bright-color sleeping bag or blanket or jacket or something and he seemed homeless and mentally unstable like he had one or more mental disorders, and I heard him talking to himself and cursing et cetera.
My dad mentioned that he had a visitor with him who I assume was going to spend the day or night with us until he can get into a homeless shelter and / or medical facility or something where they can help him, and I think that someone asked my dad to help the man because he could not get signed in at the place until tomorrow.
Oddly this fictional house was connected to a fictional school that I had false memories of having attended when I was younger and a medical-like place that may have been the place that the homeless man was going to go to tomorrow, and all three buildings were probably connected without any doors separating each section so there were probably open doorways into each building for smooth easy access.
I walked to a middle area that was possibly part of the school or a shared middle area, it had a hard light-color floor, and I could see some of the open separate but partly open areas of the school like the gym and maybe cafeteria et cetera.
I also saw the opening to the medical-like place, and sitting in front of it was a woman with light-color skin with yellow hair who looked like she did not care.
The homeless man walked toward the medical-like place briefly and said something to the woman, and she said something back to him like she did not care and like she was annoyed and she probably reminded him that he had to wait until tomorrow and then they would try to help him.
He walked back to our fictional house, and the woman probably told me that he has some mental disorders and that he has been treated at the medical-like place before so do not mind his cursing and talking to himself et cetera because he is mentally unstable and he is not doing this intentionally.
Then she went back to sitting there, maybe on her mobile phone, and she went back to acting like she did not care.
I walked over toward the school areas as false memories and feelings of having went to this school came back to me, and I remember smiling and feeling happy as I thought about and felt those memories.
I saw some children and teachers walking through several areas, in one area I saw a folded up table and some other stuff on the floor, and so I went to pick it up and move it somewhere else but my dad walked over asking me to put it back because he was using it and he was doing some work (maybe painting) in this area.
I put it back and I asked my dad about what work was he doing here, in real life one of my dad jobs is working at The BP School Board as a painter, and he started to tell me.
Then I started telling him about some of my memories of back when I used to go to this school, and I pointed to some of the areas as I told him these memories but I woke up.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place in another country, and athletes from around the world were arriving for the Summer Olympic Games I assume.
I arrived in this country for some unknown reason(s), and at some point during the dream I was inside a large cinema/store that was possibly inside a shopping mall-like building.
A film was about to be shown so many people were sitting down, some were getting food and drinks, and some were shopping in the store parts like I was.
There was an argument and fight that started as I waited in line at the cash register, an old woman who was the mother of Mrs. R who lives on the street behind my parent’s house was acting mentally unstable like she had a mental disorder and her daughter Mrs. R was with her, and she was yelling at and arguing with people in line.
This argument/fight between her and other people in line was a loud annoyance so I tried to calm the situation, but then her daughter Mrs. R started acting mentally unstable and she started trying to fight me and argue with me.
Eventually I managed to calm both of them down and stop the arguments/fights, they both seemed to clearly be suffering from one or more mental disorders, and at some point I left the store to another part inside and/or outside the building.
There was a news report about a viral video that someone had filmed in this area, a male athlete with white skin with short brown hair from The United States had been filmed exercising inside a store in this area without a shirt on showing his toned muscular upper body, and this video went viral and attracted the attention of many women.
The journalists were now outside and inside the store interviewing people, including the athlete himself, and I remember the athlete explaining how he went inside the store shortly after arriving in the country and he was lost and he needed somewhere to exercise so he asked the employees at the store if he could exercise in their store and they said yes so he stared exercising near the windows not far from the cash registers and eventually he took off his shirt while he exercised.
They also interviewed a male fashion designer with white skin who had designed the uniforms for The United State’s Olympic teams, and he explained that part of his inspiration on the new uniforms was from the Universal Soldier concept.
I was not sure if he meant the Universal Soldier films or a Universal Soldier-like program by The United States military, but I woke up as the interviews continued.