This was maybe the main dream of the night but I did not record it in time to save most of it, and so I barely remember a few fragments of it.
There was possibly a college-like place, maybe a dorm or apartment, and maybe I went to bathroom.
Maybe there were showers and tubs in this bathroom among the usual things, various things happened during this as I possibly tried to find a place to use the bathroom and / or take a shower or bath, and maybe I talked to one or more people during this.
But that is all that I can remember now even though I know that there was much more to this dream.
This dream took place at The BP Library and I was working at my shelver job, I saw and spoke to several of my coworkers like my coworker Mr. CF, and then Mr. CF walked off to do a patrol because he is the security guard.
My brother GC was working at the desk by the teen section, and my female coworker JB was working at a fictional desk to the right of the new adult book section in the middle of the library closer to the front but not past the front desk.
I was working in the new adult book section when JB started talking to me from her desk even though I was all the way on the other side of the new adult book section, and she was complaining to me about one or more situations that happened at work that involved my brother GC.
JB said that sometimes my brother GC helps with some of the library programs, and she told me about an incident that happened at the last library program where my brother GC was reading something as part of the program that had some cursing and other bad language in it.
JB said that was not appropriate for a library program and that children were there, I agreed, but I doubted that my brother had written that or would have intentionally done that; and I assumed that he had just read whatever he was told to read.
I started to ask JB about this trying to learn more details, I then went to ask her if she wanted me to talk to my brother GC about this, but I woke up.
I had several dreams that I woke up remembering good enough to record, but somehow I went back to sleep without recording them each time that I got awakened by my alarms and I went back to sleep so now I can only barely remember part of probably several dreams that I will type as one.
My supervisor Mrs. JM and / or another female coworker of mine was talking to me in this part of the dream, I noticed that she was wearing new rectangular glasses (eyeglasses) with maybe 10% or more purple tint on the lenses, but I can not remember if I asked them about them or not.
I slept very well last night only waking up one or two times to use the bathroom, I am not sure if I remembered having any dreams or not, but I think that I had at least one or two dreams before waking up to use the bathroom but I can not remember them at all; but I do remember part of my last dream/semi-dream/semi-daydream that I had before getting up out of bed for the day that was probably somewhat inspired by an audio interview on Disinfo.com that I listened to last night of the journalist Abby Martin being interviewed by Matt Staggs back in December 19, 2012:
The dream/semi-dream/semi-daydream took place outside during the day on the streets of an unknown city during a protest where there were a lot of people protesting as the police wearing riot gear watched from a distance in a wall formation blocking one side of the street, and I was at the protest with the journalist Abby Martin and her film crew like maybe I was a helper/volunteer or part of her film crew but I am not sure if this is correct or not or why I was at the protest or what I was doing at the protest exactly.
I assume Mrs. Martin was covering the protest as a journalist and/or she was taking part in the protest but I am not sure, it was a somewhat loud but peaceful protest, and I remember us standing in the middle of the protest in the middle of the street; and I was standing near/in front of Mrs. Martin who was facing my direction smiling and talking while maybe holding a microphone like she was reporting what was happening around us to the camera.
Suddenly it seemed that something hit Mrs. Martin in the head like someone had shot her, I automatically assumed that it was the police, and that they had started shooting rubber bullets; and that maybe they had purposely targeted Mrs. Martin as their first target before shooting more rubber bullets at the protesters.
Mrs. Martin was knocked unconscious instantly and I ran to catch her as she fell to the ground with a bit of blood coming from her head, I/we were shocked, and I remember panicking a bit while trying to check her pulse and trying to see how bad her wound on her head was; and I remember telling the rest of her film crew that we needed to get her to a hospital quickly, and I carried Mrs. Martin and we ran to an automobile to rush her to a hospital.
I sat in the backseat with someone sitting to my left side with Mrs. Martin laying across my lap while holding her hand with one hand while also checking her pulse with that same hand (she had a pulse), I was wiping some of the blood off of her head with a napkin or something like that with my other hand and lightly putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding (the wound seemed to only be an impact wound where the skin was cut a bit and maybe the skull was lightly fractured or barely broken but I was not sure, but I felt/hoped that she would be okay), and I was talking to Mrs. Martin even though she was unconscious because I was a bit in shock/worried about her safety and so I was telling her to hang in there/we are going to get you to the hospital/et cetera.
I seemed to be very emotional/worried about her safety like Mrs. Martin and I were friends and/or like I really looked up to her and/or like I felt that it was my job to protect her and/or something like that, I even slightly cried a bit as Mrs. Martin opened her eyes as we were arriving at the hospital and she asked me what happened/what was going on, and I told her to try not to move and I explained what had happened to her and that we were arriving at the hospital now; and then I carried her out of the automobile to rush her into the hospital with the rest of her film crew.
We rushed her into the emergency room of the hospital which was a tall modern multi-story building/hospital with many glass windows, we explained everything to the nurses/doctors, and I put Mrs. Martin on a stretcher; and they took her further into the hospital to check her wound, but they would not let me/us come with them and so we asked them to let us know when we could see/visit Mrs. Martin and we waited in the waiting room.
At some point they let us visit/see Mrs. Martin, she was now in a hospital room in a bed, and I remember sitting next to the bed and holding her hand telling her that I am glad that she is/was okay; and then she joked about seeing me cry for the first time saying something like: “S##t Man! I saw you cry/crying!”, I joked about her still having a potty mouth/cursing too much and that even the rubber bullet/whatever could not change that and I said that I guess that means that I am really human after all, and I told her that she was probably the second person to ever see me cry in my adult life (the other being my mom).
She also joked about not following my suggestion to wear a helmet (once again using some curse words during our conversation), before the protest I had suggested that she wear safety equipment like a helmet during the protest but she did not follow my advice, and she joked that she was considering some of my recommendations now; and we continued talking/joking, and it seemed that she was going to be okay but I woke up.
My first dream fragment took place during the day in D at a fictional hotel or motel / restaurant where S should be near WM, and I had just gotten a job there I think; and it was probably my first day of work.
I was mostly helping in the restaurant area when my mom came to help support the hotel or motel/restaurant/me by buying some food, I greeted her & said a few things, and then I continued working.
I barely remember part of my last dream, which is very unclear, but I will type what I remember.
I remember walking with a large group of people like a small town of people during the day outside in an unknown place walking across concrete sidewalks/parking lots/roads/maybe a bit of grass, and police/military/security probably were escorting us.
We had no idea where we were going or what this was about exactly, I remember talking mostly with an elderly woman and a man who reminded me of my former classmate AM combined with another classmate, and the police/military/security seemed prepared like they were expecting a riot.
The police/military/security had barricades and the area locked down with snipers and patrols as we walked along the path that they had made, and at some point we reached an area where the government/representatives of the government were waiting with microphones/speakers to give us a message.
The police/military/security were armed and ready for us to riot at the news from the government, so they waited with their eyes on us and their weapons ready, as we listened to the government officials talk/give us the news.
I can not remember what the government officials said exactly, but I know that one thing involved some changes/limitations that were to be forced on us all, and this made the crowd very unhappy; but no one started rioting, to the surprise of the police/military/security, but the crowd came close to rioting.
It was not wise to riot when the police/military/security had the clear advantage, so maybe some people would riot later, and do stealth attacks.
I remember the old woman cursing and the man talking angrily about some of the news from the government, and then we all started to walk off since the government was not going to listen or change their mind.
I remember the man clearly saying something like: “Well we will just use the Construction Set then!” or something like that, I was not sure what he was talking about exactly, but my only thought was the Construction Set used for the The Elder Scrolls video games to make mods & make changes to the game.
But I doubt this had much or anything to do with video games 😀 , the old woman walking with us was an interesting character, I found her to be funny with her angry/old/mean personality as we walked & talked; she was cursing/ranting/talking/yelling during our walk back to wherever but I woke up.