All that I can remember of this dream is that I was staying at a house-like place with some of my family, and I remember walking around the house being concerned about our security/privacy as I kept finding curtains/windows that were not closed all the way so I had to close them.
The next thing that I remember is being in a fictional LC-like city during the day traveling through indoor and outdoor areas including a multi-story building with outdoor walking areas, and I remember there were law enforcement agents going around bothering people who they assumed might be illegal immigrants.
This dream took place during the day in maybe The United States in maybe a fictional version of the state of Louisiana, and I drove to the countryside to go fishing with the YouTuber It’sAGundam and several other people.
When we arrived to the location where we were going to fish, I noticed that something was wrong with the water like the water level was lower from drought and maybe something else was weird about it, and then we started to notice dead fish; and we found more and more dead fish as we looked around the body of water.
All that I can remember of this dream is that me and my brother GC were driving around The United States during the evening and night, either through it or in a circle, and I was driving.
At some point we were in the state of Alabama, I needed to urinate so we stopped at a store (that somewhat reminded me of the PL Grocery Store that used to be in the city of D) that I somehow had knowledge of, and I knew where the bathroom was and I knew that the store had recently gotten new owners who were from Mexico (Mexican) and that they were remodeling parts of the store; but I have no idea how I knew any of this, and I have never been to Alabama before.
The bathroom that I knew about was in the middle of the store in a small enclosed area that looked like a mostly glass refrigerated area for alcoholic beverages combined with a storage room combined with a bathroom, we entered it, and it seemed to be one of the areas being remodeled or that had been remodeled.
Oddly there was no urinal or toilet, there was a sink though, and so we left to walk around looking for another bathroom.
I saw two male employees with medium-color skin with black hair who seemed to be from Mexico (Mexican), but we probably did not ask them and at some point we left.
We drove around this city or two looking for anywhere that might have a bathroom and that was open during the evening or night, I remember passing through a downtown area looking for a rest stop or park or something that might have a bathroom, but I woke up.
Many people speak Spanish… but we speak it in TOTALLY different ways. Dominicans don’t sound anything like an Argentinians. Meanwhile, Chileans sound like they’re speaking some sort of alien language. Thankfully, Joanna Hausmann is here to break it all down.