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.
Nobody could like Corporal Lawrence. He was a plain man, average height, average build, bland of voice and action. He tended to stare a beat or two longer than was acceptable for people. He rarely slept as well, and bunk mates said he would mumble in his sleep almost constantly. But it all got much worse when the young man fell into a mysterious black hole filled with slime and dirt. This mysterious hole sent Corporal Lawrence into a spiral, forever changing him into menacing SCP-106, now referred to as “The Old Man”.
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.