Amazingly I somehow remembered part of two dreams (I voice recorded the first dream after I woke up to use the bathroom, and then I went back to sleep after thinking about the dream; and later I had another dream), even though I was busy this morning and not able to think about my dreams much or at all really, and the first dream took place during the day in my grandfather’s yard in front of his boat-port/boat.
The journalist Abby Martin had challenged/called out Rachel Maddow on her YouTube channel Breaking The Set, and somehow Mrs. Maddow found out about Mrs. Martin’s challenge or was told about it; and Mrs. Maddow accepted Mrs. Martin’s challenge, and two other female journalists and/or two women with a YouTube Channel with whitish colored skin with shoulder length blond colored hair & one with brownish/dark-colored hair were hosting the debate/challenge/whatever.
I dream of being in a field on a nice day with a film crew filming some United States (USA) soldiers in basic training, my former classmate DH is one of the recruits, and the drill sergeant is trying to impress the camera crew.
At some point we all take a break and Rachael Maddow and I start to play soccer, and the other join in, so Ms. Maddow and I join teams to face the others.
I was the goalie and defense and part offense, and Ms. Maddow was mostly offense and part defense; we were having fun and I remember Ms. Maddow jokingly thanking me for showing my fellow Americans how to play real football or something like 😀 , but I woke up as I was kicking the ball & kicked my bed in real life by accident. 😀
I have an unclear and confusing repeating dream that takes place in a large old style Ivy League College-like dorm or building.
I am with some of my family and other people, my mom is there and a baby that is supposed to be me as a baby, even though I was in the dream; so this made no sense, but in the dream it did. 😀
I was playing with the baby that was supposed to be me, even though I was me. 😀
The baby actually did not look like me and did not even look human exactly, but I did not notice this at first, which is odd; the baby looked somewhat like the dinosaur baby (Baby Sinclair) from a TV show called Dinosaurs or something like that.
I remember meeting two women my age and a middle-aged woman who seemed to be in charge, and a meeting or something was going on; I remember something weird happening with the baby & his eyes turned red or something and/or his voice became scary or something.
I can not remember what happened after that except that I moved away from the baby & I was freaked out, and realized that something was not right; I think the baby could shapeshift, so I wondered if it was a face dancer or something, and then I realized that it was not me.
This part is also unclear, something happened involving a threat, I did not know who to trust; so in defending myself I ended up killing everyone I could in the dream, since they all could have been face dancers for all I knew.
The dream re-starts several times, each time with me remembering more & more from each dream, and realizing that something was not right; the dream characters seemed to be trying to convince me that I was not dreaming.
I started to realize that I had dreamed this several times, and each time I ended up killing people since I was not sure who to trust.
Two of the women my age took me outside to prove that I was not in a dream and that they were not trying to hide anything, since I was suspicious that the dream had only been indoors each time, so we went outside and it was nice; but there were no people in the streets, which I found a bit odd.
The women kept trying to distract me and they walked me toward another building, but they sensed danger and we ran back to the other building.
Inside the threat came again and during the threat, I started to kill people again; I remember feeling a bit bad about it, but I was not sure who to trust, so I killed the leader first.
Then I was about to kill one of the women that had walked me outside, but she ran; I started to wonder what was going on & why did the dream keep starting over & who could I really trust, but I woke up.