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I got less than 4 hours of sleep last night, and near the end my sleeping and dreaming got interrupted by something biting me in the real world.
All that I can remember of the end of my last dream from last night is that it somewhat seemed like I time traveled to the past to a memory, but I am not sure.
This memory did not seem to be any real life memory or dream memory of mine, it felt more like someone else’s memory, but I have no idea.
It seemed that the memory that I assume that I time traveled back to took place during maybe the 1980s or 1990s, but that is my wild guess.
It was maybe a gray day and I was sent to or appeared in or was in the middle of a parking lot that probably did not have any buildings near it, and some automobiles and people were arriving to it.
The look and feel of this dream even felt like the past and like a memory, I looked around noticing how vehicles and clothing and hairstyles et cetera looked like it was probably the 1980s or 1990s, and there was a woman with light-color skin who arrived who seemed like maybe she was the main character of this dream and like maybe this was her memory but I have no idea.
The woman was a follower of Christianity (Christian) and she had invited members from her church to this parking lot, and she was telling them about an idea that she had to get their church to start helping people in various ways that I can not remember (she walked around explaining her ideas in detail, but I can not remember the details).
I was listening to this while sometimes glancing at them, but mostly I was looking around at some of the details of the dream world and it was interesting seeing how this memory seemed to match up with what you would expect for this time period and how it seemed pretty real.
I am not sure if I realized that this was a dream or not (lucid dreaming), maybe I assumed that I had somehow really time traveled to a past memory, but I can not remember.
But my sleep and this dream got interrupted by something biting me in the real world, maybe a mosquito but I have no idea, and so I woke up with the upper part of my left arm itching like an insect had bit me several times.
I tried to go back to sleep several times but my sleeping and dreaming and daydreaming and semi-dreaming and thinking kept getting interrupted by something biting me in any area that was not under a blanket or bed sheet, but I never could see what was biting me because it was too dark and it probably kept flying away.
This prevented me from getting a bit more sleep, during this time I had some semi-dreams and / or dreams and / or daydreams and / or thoughts that were possibly about this dream, but I can not remember them.
The end,
-John Jr
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