I had a dream that took place at my parent’s house and my brother GC showed me what I think was a large subdermal implant that he had that went down the middle of the front of his body like a flatter and wider spinal cord or something that caused that area at the front of his body to bulge out unnaturally.
I wondered how and why did he get this and did not tell us about it, when he got it, if it was safe, was it really under the skin or was it on top of the skin and just was made to look like it was under the skin, was he put to sleep when it was implanted, was the person who did it certified, and what would happen if he decided he did not want it anymore.
It looked strange, painful, not safe, disgusting, et cetera and I felt that he should talk with a doctor / professional and decide how to have it safely removed as quickly as possible if it was safe to remove now.
My brother GC went to sleep in his bed before I could tell him any of this, I remember thinking about the situation and trying to decided what to do and say when he wakes up, and maybe I went to sleep and maybe I woke up into a false awakening dream so I thought that I was in the real world but I was actually still dreaming.
My brother GC was still sleeping and I wondered if he really had a subdermal implant or not or if that was just in the dream, he was under his bed sheets so I could not see, and so I was going to have to wait for him to wake up to ask him so that I could determine if he only had that in the dream and not in the real world.
The next thing that I remember is either part of this dream or is another dream, and I just remember being at a fictional smaller version of The BP Library during the day it seemed.
At some point a fictional slightly overweight male leader of a possibly middle eastern war-torn country with light-medium or dark-light color skin came to visit the library with male and female bodyguards, this was a dangerous move since his country was possibly still at war and there were people who wanted him dead, but he seemed to be trying to project strength and courage et cetera as a public message to others including his enemies.
His bodyguards tried to form a loose perimeter around him as he moved around greeting people and smiling and waving and looking around, they did a better job than security usually does in my dreams, but I still did not feel that their security plan and setup was as good as mine would be in this situation.
I remember trying to stay outside of the perimeter that his bodyguards were trying to keep while trying to not look like a threat, but I also possibly considered trying to approach him to talk to him about maybe how dangerous this was and maybe some other things.
I also was looking around for threats as well and checking out the flaws in the security, and I remember signaling to a female bodyguard with light-to-medium color skin with long black hair to let her know about a weak point in the perimeter and that I was about to move to a new area and / or I pointed out a somewhat suspicious man who was moving toward another weak point and / or that I was going to cover a weak point briefly until they cover it.
At some point I am not sure if the middle eastern leader and his bodyguards left or not but they were no longer focused on at this point if they were still there, and I remember seeing my female coworker Mrs. C (who is an assistant director at The BP Library) trying to help a somewhat older man with light-color skin with yellow hair who was at the computer section.
The man was angry and asked Mrs. C a question, Mrs. C reminded him that she had already answered that question and reminded him that the answer was that there was nothing that they could do, and so the man got angrier and cursed her out and maybe called her an unhelpful worthless b###h and started ranting at her until I interrupted him.
I stopped the man’s rant and I let him know that he was out-of-line and I asked him to apologize to Mrs. C, I apologized to Mrs. C, and then I continued calming the man down by offering to try to help him.
He told me that he had smelled and maybe saw smoke coming from his laptop and then it turned off and it would not come back on, he was afraid that his hard drive had burned up and that he had lost his data, and he said that he needed that data now because maybe he was trying to do his taxes or something important like that and he had other irreplaceable data on there.
I told him that there was a chance that it was just the power supply that burnt up hopefully which happens sometimes and that hopefully his hard drive was safe, I told him that there were devices that you could connect your internal hard drive to that would allow them to function as an external hard drive, and then we could connect it to a computer here at the library to see if it can detect the hard drive so that he can start backing up his data to it and / or online to something like Google Photos which has unlimited video and image storage up to a certain quality for free and / or to a USB flash drive or an external hard drive.
I looked at his laptop while thinking about how to handle this situation, I am not sure if I daydreamed this and / or if it really happened, but I remember having the device that he needed to connect his internal hard drive too and then we were able to connect it to a computer where I showed him how to start backing up video and images to Google Photos and to the computer et cetera.
I then let him work on that as I helped another man who needed help trying to recover his data too, and this man was Titanic Sinclair who had a computer that stopped coming on that had some of his data for some Poppy videos et cetera that he was working on so it was important for him to be able to recover this data or he would lose all of that work.
I recommended that he back up his data to Google Photos et cetera and that him and the other man install the Google Photos app and set it to automatically backup files by folder and that they also backup their data to another physical device so that they can have their data backed up in at least 3 locations to be safe, and then I helped him possibly using the same type of device that I used to help the other man and Titanic Sinclair started backing up his data as well.
While they worked on that I also had a black tablet computer with keyboard case that needed to be worked on (it looked like my mom’s tablet that I bought her except it was black, and I assume that it belonged to her or someone else and that they wanted me to fix it) and I still wanted to talk to Mrs. C to see if she was okay, but the next thing that I remember is that it seemed to be evening or night and now I seemed to be on the clock here at the library like I was supposed to be working now maybe.
But I was on a computer in the computer section trying to work on the tablet and maybe connect it to the computer to back up the data et cetera just in case, I also had to stop and check on the Titanic Sinclair and the other man sometimes, and I still wanted to check on Mrs. C to see if she was okay.
At some point I remembered or felt that I was supposed to be working and I wondered if my female coworker DT had noticed that I was not working all of this time (other than helping those two patrons), and so I tried to hurry up.
I remember the tablet getting super hot (I could feel the heat even though I was touching the plastic case, and so it was hot) and going black, I thought that it was off, but it was not so I tried to turn it off before the heat damages it.
I wondered how much time had I lost and how would I get all of this done in time and continue working, but I woke up.