I had several dreams but I kept going back to sleep without recording them, one time I was going to record one dream but I somehow I went back to sleep without recording it, and later I woke up possibly thinking that I had typed this dream but then I realized that I did not.
I am not sure how many days took place during this dream, I just know that each day I would be at a college during late in the afternoon or early evening, and I lived on an upper floor of a dormitory (dorm) that was to the left of a narrow parking lot where I would park my fictional portable truck that could shrink without me noticing sometimes.
To the right of my dorm was a warehouse-like building that I would take a shortcut through sometimes even though only certain people were allowed in there, I possibly would stop in the back area of it sometimes but I can not remember, and outside the exit there was some fencing with several gates that they would lock or mostly lock with padlocks and maybe chains right before I would get there but somehow I would still get through by either going through one that was not completely locked and / or I could unlock them somehow and / or something.
In the warehouse-like area there was maybe a welding area and various other areas that you could walk through, and outside the back of the building there was a swimming pool at the end of the dream but I am not sure if it was there earlier in the dream or not.
There was an alarm system but I am not sure if I knew about it at this point in the dream or not, I possibly did and maybe it went off one or more times but I can not remember, but I do know that there was an alarm system later in the dream.
When leaving the building I would make sure that the padlocks and chains and doors and gates were closed and locked when possible so that it would look like no one had been there, if the alarm system did go off sometimes I would usually just go to my dorm, and there usually were so many students outside in the parking lot and in and outside the dorm that I could blend in.
Sometimes I would try to leave in my portable truck but some large circular metal plate or plates and other parts (like maybe tires) of the truck would fall off so I would have to stop and try to put the parts back on, the bottom of the truck was magnetic so metal would stick to it, but somehow the parts would fall off again so I usually could not get far in my truck.
When I would work on my truck it would shrink without me noticing it and it would become light enough for me to pick up and turn over as I worked on it, and usually I would have to just reattach the parts and park the truck and just walk back to my dorm or briefly blend in the crowd looking to see if the police would show up.
I guess there was no security camera system because I kept sneaking through the building and getting away each day, at some point my brother GC started going through the shortcut with me, and one time he stopped to work on something as I walked ahead but he accidentally triggered the alarm system.
I went to leave and lock the locks et cetera but my brother GC was taking too long, we were running out of time, and so I just locked all of them except for one and I told him to use that one and to close and lock it on his way out.
Somehow my brother GC made it out in time and we probably blended in with the crowd and maybe hid in my truck waiting and watching for the police to see if they would show up or not to respond to the alarm going off, I can not remember if they came or not, but someone possibly showed up and probably thought that it was a false alarm so they probably just turned the alarm off and left so once again we got away.
That experience bothered me and made me more cautious, I considered no longer taking the shortcut, but somehow I decided to take it again and there was a woman with light-color skin with short-to-medium yellow hair who I showed the shortcut to and I warned her about the alarm system et cetera.
The woman was familiar to me and she possibly changed between two or three different women without me noticing like my female coworker S and maybe my former female classmate TD or she reminded me of them or she was just a fictional woman I knew in the dream.
As we walked through the building I was showing her around, showing her our tricks of escape, and telling her about various memories of previous moments of taking this shortcut.
We probably avoided triggering the alarm this time but something happened that I can not remember where there was a dead older man with light-color skin who was possibly homeless, I am not sure how he died or how long he had been dead or why we did what we did exactly, but I remember us putting his body in a bag and we were going to try to making hide his body.
I am not sure what this was all about but I assume that part of our reasoning was that if they found the body soon then there would be an investigation, and there would be a chance that they would find evidence of us going through this building and would possibly think that we killed him and / or they would learn about us taking a shortcut et cetera through this building often even though we are not supposed to; and maybe we were also afraid that they would increase security and would install security cameras et cetera.
I wish that I could remember what happened there, who was the man and what happened to him and were we involved in any other way?
We had him in a black bag of some kind, we did not have time to think up a plan because we were afraid that someone would find us soon and / or the alarm would go off and / or the alarm was going off now, either way we carried his body outside probably intending to maybe try to put him in my truck and hopefully leave without it falling apart like it usually does or something like that; but we stopped at the swimming pool.
There were some flies who were being attracted to the man’s body, we were probably afraid that the flies would draw attention to the body, and so we decided to put the man’s body in the swimming pool with maybe a drinking straw floating at the top of the water that had touched the man’s body which attracted the flies to the straw.
The man’s body sunk to the bottom, I can on remember if we took him out of the bag first but I think that we possibly did, and the flies went to the straw and we would kill the flies and / or get them to drown until they were all dead.
We possibly hoped that it would take a while for anyone to notice the body, to reduce the chances of evidence being found as other people use the building spreading their fingerprints and shoe prints et cetera and as the pool water washes away things as well, and maybe we hoped that it would be assumed that he drowned by accident and that the focus would be on the swimming pool and not the building or us.
I possibly carried the black bag and the woman was carrying a narrow vertical black case-like thing, I am not sure where she got it from, but I remember a man helping her with it briefly before being thanked and he walked away.
I offered to help the woman carry the case-like thing but she declined the offer, we walked to blend into the crowd trying to decide where should we go and what should we do and how and where would we destroy the bag and the clothes that we were wearing to destroy any possible evidence, no one seemed to notice anything yet.
But I woke up as we talked and walked.