The end of this dream took place during the day, and my brother GC was inside a building attending a class or something like that.
In the dream I had my large carpet burn wound on my head from in real life, which I got last Friday trying to do handstands and handstand push-ups without looking up the proper technique and without any support or precautions, and I sat a parking lot outside the building behind my automobile.
I sat on the ground using my automobile as cover because I did not want to be seen really, and I was working on something that I can not remember as I sat there waiting on my brother GC to finish his class or whatever.
A woman with dark-color skin from Eastside walked over to me questioning me, she was suspicious of me, and so she was questioning me about why I was sitting on the parking lot behind an automobile.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place inside a fictional version of The BP Library in the main hallway in the back employee areas, and I was there doing something that I can not remember so I was at work.
Also in the hallway were my female coworker KE and several other female coworkers who were talking to each other, and at some point KE was joking about something then a supervisor walked over and scolded her for making that joke.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place outside during the day, I was in a parking lot, and I was approached by a man with medium-color skin whose last name was maybe Sanchez who could speak Spanish and English and who had a young son with him.
I can not remember what Mr. Sanchez said to me, and later in the dream I was outside in my parents yard when Mr. Sanchez and his son showed up in my parents yard with a small dog.
They kept the small dog tied to an automobile, and then they walked in the yard asking my dad if he would let them test drive my dad’s riding mower.
My dad let Mr. Sanchez test drive the riding mower but as he was driving it, his son jumped on it, but he did not notice; and so I ran over to warn him so that he could stop it before his son falls off or something.
Mr. Sanchez stopped the riding mower and turned it off, and then they moved to a fictional boat-style playground equipment play set that was to the left of the front porch.
I walk over to join them and talk with them, and at some point Mr. Sanchez mentions that a mat on my parents porch smelled like his dog’s urine.
I looked at the mat and it looked wet, it seemed that somehow his dog had urinated on it, and so I went to put the mat on the fence so that we could clean it; and while I was doing this Mr. Sanchez made a joke about letting a doctor check the mat first.
Then it either was about to start raining or it was starting to rain, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The end of this dream took place during the day and I was with my brothers KDC and TDC, and I was sitting on the floor inside the doorway of a men’s bathroom that was in or near a parking lot as KDC and TDC stood outside of it talking.
A man with dark-color skin walked over to KDC and TDC, and the told them that a shoe company (maybe Fila or another brand) was filming a commercial nearby.
Right after he said that, the film crew walked over to give them free shoes as they continued filming, and so it seemed that they were giving people free shoes and filming their reactions for their commercial.
I was inside the doorway of the bathroom where they could not see me yet, but I woke up as I was about to get up off the floor.
I had more dreams but I did not record them, and so now I can only remember part of what I assume was one transitioning dream.
The dream took place during the day and me, my dad, my brother GC, and my brothers KDC and TDC drove to a somewhat familiar automobile repair shop that I probably had false memories of.
I thought that we were there to have my dad’s automobile worked on, we walked into the garage area, and there were other people walking around.
At some point a somewhat thin male employee with light-color skin with short medium-to-dark color hair walked over to see what my dad wanted, and then the employee walked over to me because my dad asked him to fix my shoes.
I was wearing some white and maybe red shoes that were old and there were tears (torn) and maybe some missing pieces in the soles / whatever of the shoes, I handed my shoes to the male employee, and then he looked at the damage and he got some thick epoxy-like liquid in a bottle and he started to pour it on the bottoms and sides of my shoes.
Some got on the floor of the garage so he had me get something to pick it up with before it hardens, he worked the liquid over the bad spots and the liquid started to dry and harden, and when it was done they looked almost like new shoes.
The male employee had me put the shoes on and test them, I felt that I was taller because when the liquid had hardened it expanded somewhat, and one shoe was higher than the other which felt uncomfortable.
I mentioned this to the employee and I asked him about the disadvantages of the epoxy-like stuff and how long it might last and did he think that it would continue to be uncomfortable and how much did this repair cost, he made The Sign Of The Cross like he needed to remind and stop himself from lying to me, and so I took this as a sign that he was about to share some bad news.
I do not remember what he told me, and the next thing that I remember is going to a fictional neighborhood that I had false memories of once living in.
The neighborhood was like a combination of the area where LC Dodge used to be, part of the street that The E House is on near Mrs. B’s house, the street that my former uncle DE lives on, and another neighborhood.
In my false memories of this neighborhood I used to briefly live in a small house in an area like where LC Dodge used to be, that house was now gone and many other houses and buildings were gone, but some houses still remained like a house where a fictional boy with medium-color skin with short black hair who used to ride my school bus and was much younger than me lived.
I walked around comparing how the neighborhood looked now with my false memories of how it used to look, I walked over to the house where the boy lived, and under the house as a clubhouse-like that I knew about so I walked inside of it to look inside.
Then I walked back outside, and as I did this the boy and his mom were returning from work but the boy was a man now (since many years had passed since I last lived in this neighborhood).
We greeted each other and briefly talked about our jobs, the past, and our lives.
His mom went inside while we stayed outside and maybe we walked and talked, and maybe he was the person walking with me in this next part of the dream but I am not sure.
Along the way we met one or more people who also had quirks (superpowers), one of which was a woman who either reminded me of or was my coworker Mrs. S, and her quirk was hardening where her skin would hardened and expand like Gorilla Glue which looked like it was a bit painful when switching back and forth between hardened mode.
I asked her about her hardening quirk, she said that it as a bit painful and uncomfortable moving between hardened mode and normal mode, and that too much heat and too much cold would impact the reaction making it even worse.
After talking with her we continued walking and talking, ahead of us we saw a group of male bullies bullying a young man or man who had a weak quirk I assume or he was quirk-less, and I wanted to help but the man walking with me told me to stay out of it for some reason (I guess he wanted to avoid violence because the bullies would probably try to fight us, we did not know what their quirks were, and we were outnumbered).
I could not just walk past someone getting attacked like that so I told them to stop from a distance politely, as expected talking to the bullies did not work, and then they tried to attack us with their quirks but I and / or the man with me knocked them back with telekinesis.
One or more of them had telekinesis too but we were faster and stronger than them, the bullies would not give up, and so I or we had to knock them down several times until they finally gave up and ran away.
We walked over to the young man or man they had attacked to see if he was okay, but I woke up as we did this.