This dream took place in another city during a gray day, and I left a building after my fictional male cousin Tyrann Mathieu (The Honey Badger) & some people almost fought during an argument.
Maybe the others fought, while Tryann did not, but I can not remember.
The image above is a Poem Portrait that was created by using the word Dream as the base for an AI to create a poem with an image through the Poem Portraits website.
The poem that the AI created from the word Dream that I submitted was:
Your dream has struck the sound, My love is half-deceived, the sight of the frost.