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DCI John Luther interrogates Alice Morgan.
In this dream, I was at a police station in Africa, but I can not remember if I was a police officer or not.
The police there were lazy, I remember making various suggestions to help them improve things, and I probably started to do things myself because they would not.Continue reading
I do not feel like typing my dreams today, and so I will try typing short versions of my dreams without all the details today; but I usually fail at this and end up typing most of the details. 😀
This dream took place during the day in the city of D, there was a small fictional new Chinese-style restaurant that opened inside a building near Burger King, and there were rumors about this restaurant like: possible illegal activities, possible health code violations, maybe a connection to organized crime, and maybe that it was a front for something else.Continue reading
I forgot my other dreams after getting awakened suddenly by my alarm, and so now I can only remember part of the end of my last dream.Continue reading
Unfortunately I forgot all of my dreams except for the most boring part of one dream, part of my memory of one or two more dreams returned to me in a flash, but they left my mind immediately.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day, and maybe my dad drove me and him in his automobile to a fictional grass area next to the train tracks by The D City Hall and The D Police Station and across from the parking lot across the street from The BP Library.
I am not sure if we parked on the grass on the left side of the train tracks near the parking lot across from the library or on the right side, either way I know that we were closer to The D Police Station, but we were not on their property when my dad parked his automobile on the grass near the train tracks.
I am not sure why my dad parked there or what he was doing, I just know that we got out of his automobile, and I paced back and forth from the parking lot to the police station as I waited for my dad to do whatever he was doing.
I was wearing my gray hooded sweatshirt (hoodie) and I had the hood on, and I paced back and forth hoping that the police did not think that I was a threat or crazy or a protester or something as I waited for my dad.
As I paced back and forth I saw some people in the distance where the gazebo is or should be to the left of city hall, I heard them talking and one or more of them knew my dad, and maybe they saw my dad and started trying to talk to him.
I probably hoped that my dad would hurry up with whatever he was doing, but that is all that I can remember of this boring part of this dream.