This dream took place in another city, maybe even another country, and I was riding in an automobile with my parents and one of them was driving.
I remember us driving by maybe a beach, there was a somewhat muscular toned hairy man barely wearing any swimwear who looked like Rider Strong (it was not him) who was there, he looked like he needed a ride so we asked him, he spoke with maybe an accent like he was possibly from Vatican City or Italy, he did need a ride, so he got dressed in a priest outfit (so he was a priest), and he rode with us as we took him to his church.
I forgot to record this dream until later in the morning so some details are missing, but I do remember that part of the dream took place inside maybe a house; and I was there with my brother GC.
My brother GC got a phone call from our uncle CE that one of our family members, maybe a cousin, was getting married; and they wanted me to make something for the wedding.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it was probably inspired by the George Floyd protests / riots, most of my family and I were in a fictional city in maybe a downtown-like area with several multi-story apartments on both sides of the highway with the road on the left side being somewhat on a hill, and we were in the process of moving into one of the apartment buildings on an upper floor.
Before we could finish moving in all of our stuff into the new apartment, my mom somehow found a larger nicer apartment for a better price that was probably in the apartment building across the highway, and so we were going to move into that apartment instead; but we went to see it first before moving the stuff that we had just put in the new apartment.
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