Someone ghosting or acting out the moves of someone else, and the end of the dream involved my female coworker MR & I watching videos while trying to guess something.
I am at a store where an American Idol-like show / contest / competition was taking place, one acoustic guitar folk-like singing young woman with light-color skin’s music annoyed one of the judges who had light-medium color skin, and the judge was possibly a short obese man at first.
I live in apartment rooms with my family, I check the rooms and the computers, I try to download a file when outside, but I have to download the file to my phone first.
I help Karl Rock and his family move from an apartment in Africa, a former schoolmate of mine was by a door as I pushed a cart while trying to avoid their baby running into it, and someone had chicks (baby chickens) in a chicken coop outside.
I had never heard of The 1985 MOVE Bombing until I saw this video by Empire Files with Abby Martin, they never taught us this in school or college et cetera, and most people probably do not know about it sadly; more people need to know about moments in history like this.
I went to bed very late last night, and now I can only barely remember part of the end of my last dream from last night.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I think that I went somewhere with some of my family like my mom and maybe my former male classmate JC.
One of these places was possibly a fictional apartment and/or house on or near N Street, but I can not remember the details of most of this dream.
At some point I think that my automobile was parked in or got left in my parent’s yard and later in the dream after leaving somewhere else someone dropped me off in the parking lot of another multi-story apartment building, and maybe someone else was supposed to arrive in their automobile to help me and/or to take me to get my automobile again.
There was an old automobile and/or something else in the parking lot that could no longer drive, the person who was supposed to meet me there and I were going to look at it, and if we wanted it we would take it back to my parent’s house and/or somewhere else so that someone could fix it and get it working again.
The person who I was supposed to meet there and who was supposed to help me possibly never arrived, I regretted not bringing my automobile at this point because I wanted to move the old automobile and/or whatever it was to get it back home, and so I tried to figure out what to do.
At some point my female online contact from Germany (German) NF and her husband C arrived, they probably did not have an automobile so maybe they came from the apartment or they walked but I can not remember, and they started trying to help me figure out how to move the old automobile and/or whatever it was back home.
NF’s husband C did not seem interested and like he did not want to help and maybe like he did not like me or something, I am not sure, and it seemed that he was pretending to help while also wasting my time just to be annoying.
Without an automobile to pull it or tow it we would have to push it across town, this would take a while and would be dangerous, and so I tried to find another way.
At some point we started to try pushing it to see if we could move it ourselves, but I woke up.