This dream took place at The BP Library, I was working in a slightly fictional horizontal version of the new book section which had different shelves, and while I was doing this I was listening to some of my coworkers talking at the front desk.
At the front desk talking was my female coworker JB, maybe another female coworker, and a fictional male coworker.
In the fictional new book section I noticed that someone had displayed four books instead of three books in some areas, and so I fixed this as I listened and shelved.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream took place in a large mostly empty one-story building that either had an open door to the outside and / or part of the building was possibly open to the outside, and a social experiment / interior decorating (interior design) / performance art / comedy skit exhibit was taking place and I was helping with setting it up and serving as an extra.
A woman with light color skin who was maybe an interior decorator / artist / actress was the person behind the exhibit, and so we were following her orders.
The audience was unknowingly part of the exhibit, the exhibit had several different purposes and layers to it that I mentioned already (a social experiment, an interior design exhibit, performance art, comedy skits) and the comedy skit part of it was based on recreations of some scenes from a fictional comedy movie that was in a similar style as the Borat movie.
Around the building we set up and were setting up several different areas that each were their own exhibit(?) / scene, on the surface it looked mostly like interior decorating / interior design art, and we moved the audience between them.
At each one the interior decorator would show off her work and unknowingly to the crowd get them involved in the social experiment / performance art / comedy skit recreations of some scenes from that fictional Borat-like movie.
She would get the audience to do things that seemed to test how much people were willing to do to follow the crowd just doing what everyone else was doing, and doing what she asked them to do et cetera.
My role as an extra was mostly just background roles, at some point we had to stop to set up an exhibit, and then there was a break or that was the last one and I was no longer needed so I walked outside.
A man from the reality television show Jersey Shore was being interviewed outside about what he was up to now, he talked about how he was trying to stay relevant and make money on social media / online and how Google Search was really helping bring traffic to him that allowed him to make enough money and stay relevant, how him and another male member of the cast were still in contact with each other and had a friendly rivalry that helped them both stay relevant and make money, and how he was friends with and looked up to the musician Eminem.
Eminem drove by in maybe a green four-door car and he stopped behind them with his window down, he crashed the interview by greeting them and joining in and joking around, but I woke up.
I had this dream after work after a brief jog / weight lifting when I took a nap on the living room couch, and I had a dream that I was at The BP Library.
I walked into a slightly fictional smaller version of The Media Room which had the door(s) closed, to my surprise I saw my now former coworker Mr. JF in the room getting up from a chair, and so I greeted him with surprise.
I told him that I was surprised to see him, I wanted to mention how I had just learned of him no longer working here by surprise, but I decided to not say anything.
I told him that I still had the book that he let me borrow, that I had not read it yet, but since he was no longer working here I needed to know how could I return it to him and whether he wanted me to return the book to him now or when I finish reading it.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it involved a social experiment that was being done, I was in a dimly lit room with a one-way mirror standing behind some scientists/whoever who were in a hidden room, and they were over this social experiment.
I can not remember most of the details of the social experiment but it seemed to involve them putting a person in a room with some objects (objects that you can communicate through like phones and computers and other things like that) and/or manikins and/or dead bodies with labels on them with names of people and/or initials of the names of people, and they would watch to see how people react to being in a room not knowing if they are really alone or not so most people would assume that they were not alone at first and they would talk to and/or through the objects (phones, computers, manikins, dead bodies, et cetera) for as long as they could.
During the dream a variety of people were tested in this experiment, they would talk for as long as they could as they slowly realized that they were alone, but they would not want to believe it so they would keep talking for as long as they could until they could finally accept the fact that they were alone like they were afraid of being alone and/or something like that.
I started to feel a bit uncomfortable and sad for the people (test subjects), it was awkward watching them talking to objects (which sometimes were possibly dead bodies) for as long as they could like they were afraid to be alone and they did not want to accept reality (you could see it in their facial expressions, body language, voice, tone, et cetera), and I remember being close to asking the scientists if we could stop this social experiment and if this was really necessary (I possibly said this out-loud to them) but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a windowless building during the night, except for some indoor windows to an indoor room that allowed our supervisor and/or higher-level coworkers to watch us while we worked in the main room, and I was working on a job (maybe janitorial) with two female coworkers with dark-medium brownish-colored skin with black hair and one of the women somewhat reminded me of my female coworker Mrs. C who works in the shelving department at The B Parish Library with me.
In the room with a window to the main room was an obese higher-level female coworker of ours (maybe our supervisor) with whitish colored skin with long brown hair who somewhat reminded me of my supervisor Mrs. J at The B Parish Library, and she was not paying attention to us and she was sitting down at a desk doing something with the light on while the areas that we were working in were mostly dark.
My female coworkers and I left some smaller areas to walk into the main room which was a large mostly empty rectangular room that looked like an area that could be used for a variety of things (sports, parties, weddings, meetings, skating, et cetera), and I forgot to mention that the areas that we went in had snow all over the floor oddly and for some reason I did not realize that this was super strange or that this was a dream.
The female coworker who reminded me of Mrs. C got a fire extinguisher and she started spraying the snow, I asked my other female coworker why she was doing this, and she told me that this would cause a special reaction with the snow.
The snow became hard ice and somewhat slippery so we could ice skate on it even in our normal shoes, and so we started ice skating around the main room in our normal shoes which was very fun.
At some point we realized that we better work while we do this so that our supervisor/whoever would not get angry, and so we started working as we ice skated so we ice skated around the room cleaning up.
Our fun was interrupted by an older woman and maybe man (it was so dark that we could not see well) with light-brown skin entering the main room from a back room, they seemed to be having an emergency, and the woman was dragging the assumed man across the ice in a panic.
The assumed man could not talk or stand it seemed and the woman could only speak Spanish, and she was loudly speaking in Spanish in a panic but none of us could understand her.
It seemed that maybe the assumed man was having a medical emergency and/or they had been attacked, we tried to calm the woman and we tried to communicate the best that we could, and I remember being very cautious because I was not sure if someone was after them and/or if they had been bit by zombies and/or if they had something that was contagious and/or if this was a trick or distraction.
I remember saying a few things in Spanish to the woman, I do not know enough Spanish (I know more French than Spanish) so I tried to ask her if she spoke English the best that I could in Spanish but I did not know all the words (I knew them in French, but not Spanish) so I asked: “Inglés, no Inglés?” (English, no English?) and the woman replied: “No Inglés!” (No English).
It was too dark to get a good look at them so I used my mobile phone screen for light because my mobile phone does not have LED flash, this was not a good light source but it was better than nothing, and I tried to see if they were injured and I tried to look at their eyes for anything strange.
My coworkers were relaxed and being nice to them, but I kept my distance and I moved around cautiously trying to examine the situation while also trying to be nice and help if possible because I felt that danger was near even if it was not them who were the threat (they did not seem to be threats, but it was possible that one or both of them were infected and/or being chased by something or someone).
I forgot to mention that we took them to a small entrance area to the main room with an open door that led to the outside or the front of this room had no walls.
This is where things get unclear and confusing and weird, I am not sure if these two people changed or if we were approached by two new people (I assume that two new people approached us), and I remember two strange assumed tall women with medium-length short yellow hair with pale whitish colored skin wearing dress-like pants with long sleeve shirts with horizontal stripes in one or two different colors who spoke with what sounded like fake Scandinavian accents like they were pretending to be from a country somewhere in Scandinavian (Scandinavian) and they looked and dressed and somewhat acted like fake female versions of the character Akan from the film Hardcore Henry and they both seemed to be twins.
I did not trust them and I sensed danger like they were the danger that I had sensed, something was not right about them, and to me they seemed to possibly be two men disguised as women (their body shape and build, height, facial structure, and a few other things seemed a bit manly to me) and a and so their accents and voices seemed fake.
They approached us in this chaotic situation, I remember being very cautious and untrusting so I kept my distance and I kept moving around them while questioning them and trying to use my mobile phone for light to get a better look at them, and they walked up on us like they wanted something and/or to use this building and/or like they were trying to get us to drop our guard by pretending to be friendly so that they could kill us.
We then had our third interruption through the open door to the outside or through the open front of this room to the outside, and a man with white skin wearing a jacket or coat walked around something (maybe a parked train car or something like that) toward us saying something like he was arriving to meet the two assumed women here.
He was interrupted by a man with white skin who walked from the same area that he did who was a messenger bringing him a message that his father was dead, and that he was now inheriting his father’s fortune and the told him how much and other details and he was in the process of making this transfer official but the two assumed women walked over and interrupted them.
The man who was getting the inheritance seemed to know the two assumed women like they were in a romantic relationship or something, I sensed the possibility that the two assumed women had a plan to steal the inheritance, and that it was even possible that they were behind the death of his father and that they were going to probably kill him and take the money and run because it seemed that they were here to meet him alone here at night but they did not expect us to be there so they were probably trying to kill us before he got there but he got there early before they could kill us first.
I started walking over because I anticipated this possible threat, one of the assumed women pulled out a luger-like pistol and pointed it at the messenger while he was talking, and then shot it before I could stop it.
Surprisingly we heard the gunshot but the messenger did not get shot with the first shot but then maybe the next shot hit him in the forehead and killed him but I can not remember, in this moment of confusion I grabbed the pistol from the assumed woman, and then the two assumed women revealed that they were really men in disguise so they stopped faking their voice and accents and they possibly were wearing wigs.
My predictions were correct it seemed and they ran after the man with the inheritance, and so I ran to stop them and there was some physical contact and attempts to shoot the gun during this but I can not remember if I was able to shoot any of them or not or what happened exactly.
I just know that they were taller and more muscular than me, they were mostly focused on the man with the inheritance, and I was the only one trying to stop them.
But something happened that I can not remember, I remember trying to shoot the gun and maybe no bullet came out at first and maybe I shot one of them but I can not remember, and then I probably started fighting them and there was a struggle where I ended up on the ground but I woke up or I got knocked unconscious so I am not sure if they had special powers like the character Akan from the film Hardcore Henry or not.
I did not get at much sleep as I wanted to last night but I slept good and I dreamed good, but unfortunately I forgot some of the best parts of my dreams when I went back to sleep without voice recording them.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside The B Parish Library where I work, I remember being in the fiction DVD section and I was holding a DVD with MY typed on the label so the title started with the word My, but I can not remember the full title of the film.