I had more dreams last night but I only voice recorded part of the end of my last dream, the end of the dream took place during the day, and maybe I drove from one location to another while maybe talking to someone on a mobile phone but I can not remember.
Then I remember being on maybe the upper floor of a building in a windowless classroom, and The President Of The United StatesDonald Trump was going to be visiting the classroom and giving a speech soon but I am not sure if I knew about this before I arrived (I want to assume that I did know about it, maybe someone told me over my mobile phone, but I can not remember).
There were some students (children and possibly some adults (maybe college students)), teachers, journalists, other adults, and maybe some security in the form of a few police officers (not many, and maybe they did not show up until later) and / or one or two United States Secret Service agents (who maybe did not show up until later) but it was a small crowd surprisingly (probably because it was a small room).
Most of the people were along the wall next to the entrance which was on the far right of the room so the people were to the left of this, the middle of the room was open, and the back of the room is where the desks were.
I walked to the desks, some of my former classmates were there but I am not sure if we were students or not or why they were there too, and my former male classmate JC who(m) I have not seen in several years was among them.
I wanted to talk to my former classmate JC, maybe earlier someone told me over my mobile phone that he was rumored to be in the city (which was a fictional city) possibly visiting or something, but I did not think that this was a good time and I wanted to wait until President Trump’s speech was over et cetera.
I briefly talked with a few of my other former classmates, I am not sure if my former classmate JC saw me or not, and then I sat in a desk against the wall until President Trump arrives.
I wanted to avoid moving around too much to avoid the attention of the security because I like to be aware of the security and imagine how I would handle the security if I was in charge of the security (if it were not for my anxiety and a few other things I could see myself possibly working as a bodyguard and high-level security guard) and so I try to avoid making things harder for the security and to avoid looking suspicious so that they will not be watching me because I try to imagine what they might be thinking et cetera.
I could be wrong but I think that a few Secret Service agents and some other security entered the classroom, oddly they did not clear the entire room so they did not check the area where I was, and they positioned themselves among the crowd and by the door but none of them were covering the part of the classroom where the others and I were.
I was surprised and disappointed in how poor the security was, I would have checked the entire room first, and then positioned my agents throughout the room and outside of it.
President Trump entered the room smiling and in a good mood, and he started greeting people and giving people handshakes et cetera.
At some point President Trump stood among the crowd, and then a small opening ceremony began.
There were no chairs so people either stood up or they sat on the floor, which I think was a mostly brown carpet but I could be wrong, and after the opening ceremony several young students gave some presentations or something like that.
After that a boy who was a student gave a speech, after his speech there was a brief pause, and so I remember getting up to go sit on the floor in front of where the other people were standing and sitting.
Oddly the security let me walk over there even though President Trump was near that area, there was no security close enough to President Trump, and once again I was surprised and disappointed in the security.
I sat on the floor closer to the right side next to a boy who was a student, and then to my surprise it was President Trump’s turn to give a speech.
Surprisingly President Trump sat on the floor a few feet to the left of me, and he gave his speech sitting and laying on the floor.
President Trump’s speech was short and positive and he spoke very slowly but it seemed pretty scripted and rehearsed (more than I had expected, which is probably why he was speaking so slowly, but some of it seemed natural), but he acted very presidential and he did not say anything controversial to my surprise.
After his speech President Trump immediately turned to me to my surprise, he greeted me and he smiled and he shook my hand, and I smiled and I greeted him back.
President Trump then greeted the boy sitting to my right and he shook his hand as well and he said a few words to him, and then President Trump got up to continue greeting and talking to people and taking photographs before leaving because this was just a brief appearance.
To my surprise President Trump was very friendly, positive, energized, and surprisingly presidential in a somewhat scripted and rehearsed way but some of it definitely was natural and real.
I waited a moment before walking back to the desks, and then I walked back to the desks to talk to some of my former classmates again.
Eventually I was able to talk to my former classmate JC, he was in a good mood, and at some point I remember us comparing mobile phones after I noticed that his mobile phone case looked like mine.
I handed my former classmate JC my Nokia Lumia 635 mobile phone so that he could compare them, to our surprise we had the same mobile phone case in the same colors (black hard cover, and a red soft cover that was just given to me as a gift last week (my old one was black)), and our mobile phones seemed to be about the same size and the same color (white).
My former classmate JC asked for my mobile phone number because we had not talked in several years, and I remember him joking about me not giving him the wrong number and looking nervous.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, maybe the earlier parts of the dream took place at a fictional college-like area where I possibly saw my former male classmate SS, but I can not remember.
I just remember maybe walking downtown, and there was maybe a Christian conservative political gathering and/or political rally and/or meeting taking place in a fictional version of the area near where the farmer’s market should be.