Even though I did not get enough sleep last night I had several interesting dreams that I had remembered in detail but I went back to sleep without voice recording them and someone was talking loudly when I went to voice record them, and so I forgot some of them and I forgot some of the parts of the dreams that I do remember.
One of the forgotten dreams was possibly important, maybe even a lucid dream, but I can not remember but I did remember to set my intention to lucid dream and of the Eiffel Tower when I was in bed but I did not try hard enough.
This dream was among the forgotten dreams, it took place during the day mostly outside on the outskirts of the college that was possibly in all of my dreams, and this was possibly a dream that I remembered part of and that I told another dream character about in my last dream but I can not remember; and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Parts of this dream were forgotten, the dream took place during the day at a college, and some of the forgotten dreams took place here as well.
Some of the forgotten dreams and the forgotten parts of this dream took place at various parts of this college and involved various situations at this college, and the end of the dream took place after maybe a class where I walked into a room where I ended up talking to a strange version of Batman who was possibly 18 years old and was in college and was wearing a version of his costume that I probably have not seen before.
This version of Batman was positive, overly relaxed, overly flirty, overly sexual, overly joking, inappropriate, probably bisexual or homosexual, and was a playboy who seemed to be hinting that he was attracted to and / or had sex with young men who were younger than him (possibly almost illegal aged and / or illegal aged in some cases).
I was trying to talk to Batman about something as we walked around a room, he was probably leading me to various areas talking about things that were off-topic and things that seemed inappropriate, while I tried to keep the conversation on topic.
He hinted that he preferred them young and male, and he hinted that he possibly had some romantic and / or sexual relationships with various Robins and that he was possibly interested in Nightwing and was possibly in a sexual relationship with him.
I remember Batman rolling on a bed at some point and continuing being off-topic, it was annoying and a bit creepy and awkward, and I probably made some comments about this and questioned the legality of this.
There was more that happened, maybe one of the Robins and / or Nightwing showed up and maybe he made some comments about Nightwing’s body and what he would want to do, and maybe the Robin acted jealous but I can not remember.
This was annoying and I was not really getting anywhere with trying to keep the conversation with Batman on topic, I can not remember if I ever got the information that I needed from Batman and / or that I needed to give to him before I left, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day at the same college that was in all of my dreams, and I remember being in a large room with my dad and a lot of other people.
Most or all of the people in the room were men, many seemed to be part of separate fight clubs and / or martial arts clubs and / or whatever with fighting experience, I think that the leader of one group who all had dark-color skin got into an argument with maybe the leader of another group.
A fight started between them and then their groups started fighting, and then everyone in the room started fighting with various groups using different fighting styles from boxing to street fighting to wrestling to kick boxing et cetera.
My dad was closer to the outside of the crowd while I was closer to the middle, my dad and I decided that fighting along the outside trying to reach the exit was the best approach, and so we started fighting to reach the exit and I fought to reach the outside where my dad was so that we could help each other fight our way to the exit to leave this.
My dad, some other people, and I got caught up in this fight even though we had nothing to do with it.
I remember fighting my way to the outside of the crowd until I got stopped by the leader of a group who all had light-color skin and who all seemed pretty athletic and jock-like and like maybe their fighting style was maybe kick boxing mixed with wrestling, the leader was wearing a sleeveless burgundy shirt and he had light-color skin with brown hair, and I told him that I was just trying to leave and that I was not involved in any of this but he attacked me anyway.
I remember the leader of this group being the toughest person that I fought so far so I had to use a combination of punches, elbows, knees, kicks, throws, takedowns, locks, et cetera to mix things up and I was winning or at least I was holding my own against him so his group jumped me.
My dad was lost among the sea of people fighting, he was on the outsides of the crowd so he was in a better position than me and I hoped that he was okay, and so I was all alone as I fought this entire group of men who were bigger and more athletic and more trained and experienced than me.
I was doing pretty good but there were too many of them, I can not remember what happened, I just remember being outside of this room now which led to the outside to a covered catwalk that was connected to several other covered catwalks where many college students would cross.
I was probably hurt and needed help but people did not stop to help me, but eventually a woman with light-brown skin wearing traditional clothing (like maybe a sari) and a head-covering / scarf / shawl (like maybe a dupatta) who was possibly from somewhere in Asia and / or Africa like India or Pakistan or somewhere in parts of those two continents commonly known as The Middle East stopped to help me.
I can not remember how she helped me or where she took me, I assume that she treated my injuries and probably gave me food and drink and shelter and directions, but I can not remember.
I just know that before I left to go find my dad, the woman gave me a beautiful necklace that she was possibly wearing, and the necklace looked maybe traditional (cultural and / or religious).
The metal of the necklace was a gold color and most of the necklace had pink gemstones along most of the necklace, most of the gemstones were probably tear shaped and they were cut and probably not smooth, and the style of the necklace possibly somewhat / slightly looked like the image that I used for this post but I can not remember.
I do not know why the woman gave me the necklace, I did not want to accept her necklace because it seemed like a personal and important object to her and I did not see why I deserved such a beautiful necklace, but the woman insisted so I accepted her gift and she put the necklace on me and I thanked her and I left to find my dad.
I am not sure if I ever found my dad or not or what happened, I just know that at some point in the dream I returned to find the woman who had helped me because I wanted to thank her and give her something in return for helping me, and I was curious to learn more about who she was because I did not even know her name.
There were students walking around but I could not find her, I did not even know where to look for her other than to walk the path that I had previously traveled until I reached the spot where I first met her, and I remember seeing a man with light-brown skin who somewhat reminded me of Salim from the television show American Gods.
This man was probably selling some objects and he looked like he might know the woman because I hoped that maybe they were part of the same social group and / or religion and possibly knew each other, and so I asked him if he knew the woman and where I could find her.
He knew the woman I was talking about but he probably did not know where to find her or he did not say, he saw the necklace that I was wearing that she gave to me, and he told me that the pink gemstones are what the women wear on these necklaces in their culture and / or religion I assume and that the men wear red gemstones so I was wearing the wrong gemstones and he offered to replace the gemstones with the correct ones for men.
I accepted his offer, we sat down on the concrete under the catwalk, and I guess we had what felt like a necklace ceremony / ritual from his culture and / or religion.
I do not know what culture and / or religion he was part of, it seemed to be the same as the woman, except to me it seemed that maybe he was a follower of Islam and maybe the woman was a follower of Hinduism but I had no idea and that was just my guess based on how they dressed and some other factors.
The man was calm and at peace, he sat on his knees I think facing me, and he removed the pink gemstones one-at-a-time and he replaced them with red gemstones that he had which were probably among the objects that he sells.
I was not sure if these were real gemstones or fake ones, I assumed that they were fake, but I had no idea.
The red gemstones seemed a bit bigger and / or he was putting more on because the necklace was looking fuller and heavier as he replaced the gemstones, and for some unknown reason this necklace ceremony / ritual made me emotional and I started to cry or almost cry.
At some point the man probably finished the necklace ceremony / ritual, all of the gemstones for women were replaced with the gemstones for men in their culture and / or religion so now it was ready for me to wear the necklace properly by their cultural and / or religious standards, and he probably put the necklace on me which felt heavier and was probably less comfortable to wear than before.
I was still emotional and I thanked him very much, I still wanted to find the woman, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is being inside a room at the same college from all of the other dreams, there were other people there including some of my former classmates like my former female classmate AW, and we were standing and talking among shelves so this seemed to be the college library.
We were waiting for a presentation to start where there would be one or more guest speakers, I remember talking to my former classmate AW, and I remember telling her that I had a dream about her that took place under similar circumstances.
This was probably one of the forgotten dreams, I told her that in the dream we were talking in what seemed to be the same room in the same location, but in the dream we were talking about different topics and there was something else that was different.
Before I could finish telling her my dream we got interrupted because it was time for us to take our seats so that someone could talk to us, my former classmate AW sat on the row in front of me, and my former male classmate WT sat to the right of me.
I wanted to sit by my former classmate AW so that I could finish telling her my dream, but she was in front of me so we could still talk that way so I did not change seats.
After someone explained the order of the presentation to us, we were moved to another building and room, and the presentation started in this room.
The first speaker was a large man with long curly brown or dark-hair with light-color skin who I recognized as a former schoolmate of mine and as someone who possibly used to ride the same school bus as me who was older than me, but I am not sure if he is a real person from real life or from a fictional memory.
I just know that he looked similar to Penn Jillette, and he was successful now at a maybe engineering / technology / computer-like business.
I remember him giving a variety of graphs and charts during his speech / lecture whatever, one of them gave an example of a computer that had 612 GBs (gigabytes) of RAM (random-access memory), I had never heard of a computer having that much RAM so I was confused and wondered if that was a typo or just a fictional example.
Several other people in the crowd were shocked and confused and amazed by this as well, and they were going to ask him about it once he finished talking but I woke up.