All that I can remember of this dream is that my former male classmate DH and I were in the dream working together toward something, maybe an investigation, but I am not sure; and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved me constantly checking something, there were several repeating things that I kept checking for some reason, and there were several specific things that I had to check on each object; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 3
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day outside in a fictional place where I was walking down a sidewalk, other people were walking as well, but we got stopped by the police and a strange-looking and strange acting somewhat older man with whitish colored skin wearing a suit (who was possibly an agent, detective, or something else; maybe not even human).
They stopped us because of a crime that had either happened or that they thought was going to happen, they had us sit down on a sitting area on the sidewalk that looked like a small train ride but without the top or sides, and they searched us one at a time; and the strange man in the suit interrogated/questioned each one of us one at a time.
I had two pocket knives in my pocket because I would sometimes walk and jog with one for self-defense and the other pocket knife was probably an old pocket knife of mine that I found that I was going to put up once I got home, and so the strange man in the suit interrogated me about why did I have two knives.
He was a very strange man with strange body movements and he would stare at you strangely and he would stand very close to your face asking various questions, it was like he could read you and figure out if you were lying or not, and so I took my time answering his questions honestly and in detail; but I woke up.
Dream 4
All that I can remember of this dream is that it was inspired by the television show Dominion, it involved the characters Arika and David Whele talking about and debating things related to their knowledge/beliefs/opinions/et cetera on various topics, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
I had several dreams last night that I forgot because I did not voice record my dreams when I woke up to use the bathroom and then I went back to sleep, but I barely remember part of my last dream from last night.
The dream took place in a slightly fictional version of the city of D during a gray day late in the afternoon and I think that I worked at a private company who worked with the government or I worked for the government, either way the government was involved in some way, and at this job I saw something that I felt should be shared with the world but I can not remember what I saw but it must have been serious.
Almost everyone at my job was under surveillance and so the administrators / whoever saw the exact moment when I saw whatever it was that I saw, and they immediately called me to the office to talk to me; and I remember talking to a somewhat strange/creepy/whatever man with pale whitish colored skin with short medium-to-dark colored hair who wore a dark-colored suit who told me he saw/knew what I had seen, that they were watching me/all of us, and he reminded me that we all had signed non-disclosure agreements and so I could not tell anyone what I saw.
He warned/threatened/reminded me that I would be under even more surveillance now, even when not at work and they would probably be investigating me and keeping records on me, and that they would be making sure that I did not tell anyone what I saw; and if I did tell anyone there would be serious consequences, whatever it was they wanted to hide it was probably something illegal that the private company and the government was/were involved with, but I am not sure.
After work was finished I remember going to my grandfather’s house, I could not stop thinking about the situation and trying to decide what I should do and I felt a bit sad/depressed/negative/et cetera, and my uncle CE walked inside my grandfather’s house and he started talking to me as I was trying to think and when I was ready to leave; but I stayed to listen to him to avoid being/seeming rude but my uncle CE could clearly see that I was ready to leave, and he somewhat angrily told me that I could leave if I wanted to instead of pretending that I wanted to stay to listen to him.
I wanted to explain to him what I was thinking about but I could not because of the non-disclosure agreement and because I was probably being watched/listened to even inside my grandfather’s house, I tried to apologize but it did not work, and so I left to walk somewhere; and I remember walking across Eastside and past the shopping center where Dollar General is, and I still was trying to decide what to do.
I wanted to follow the non-disclosure agreement because I take that seriously and supposedly we all had to sign it before we got our jobs, but whatever I saw brought up some serious moral concerns probably that were so serious that I felt that the world should know what I saw; and so whatever I saw had to be very serious and to me the world had a right to know, but I did not want to break the law because I had supposedly signed the non-disclosure agreement and so I was trying to decide what was the truly right thing to do in a situation like this but I woke up.
I remember part of one dream fragment from last night that started in D during the day near my aunt JE’s house, and I was walking over there for some unknown reason to do something that I forgot; but I can not remember this part of the dream, I just remember talking with an indirect family member and/or direct family member and a neighbor of my aunt JE.
My uncle WC saw us talking and he walked over to join us and my dad walked over to join us as well, and we all talked but I forgot what we talked about exactly; but I do remember someone mentioning an Easy (Something) all-in-one suit set/kit, that a Walmart-like store sold that included various low-priced sets of an entire suit including dress pants, dress shirt, suit/jacket, tie, et cetera.
I wanted to get at least one suit set that fit me/went with how I looked/et cetera, I hoped for a suit that finally was the right size & the right look to go with how I look, compared to the few times in the past where I wore a suits that were too big and did not look right on me; and so I drove off to this Walmart-like store to look at their Easy (Something) suit sets.
I am not sure if this Walmart-like store was in D or not, the area leading to it looked somewhat like the road by the train tracks by the A Plant that leads to the highway across from Eastside, but the area where the store was located looked like another city and the roads & homes near it were fictional.
I parked in a small single row parking area near a road near the back/side of the store (the store had at least two floors and the clothing section was on the second floor or another upper floor), where maybe the workers parked, and no one was around this area since the entrance was on the front side of the building; and then I walked around to the front of the building, and I went inside the store.
The entire store was being re-modeled/re-organized by the workers, who looked like they had worked over-time trying to get it ready & so they were busy & most of them did not look happy, and so some parts of the store had missing areas & there were boxes/et cetera around the store as workers worked on the re-modeling/re-organizing as their managers gave orders & answered questions that they had since most of them seemed confused like this re-modeling/re-organizing had caught them by surprise.
The clothing area was missing its workers as they worked in other areas and it was missing some of its clothing, so I had no one to ask for help at first, and so I kept looking around for the Easy (Something) suit sets; and I could not find them and so I walked to an area where a manager was instructing workers near an area with short wooden bookshelf-like rows that reminded me of the library from P Elementary, to ask for help.
Everyone was so busy and so I waited for them to finish talking, I listened as the workers and the manager(s) complained about the re-modeling/re-organizing and how it was unnecessary in their opinions, and it seemed that the Walmart-like company was trying to go with a more middle class – upper class appearance & products; like they wanted to be taken more seriously, seem less dependent on cheap products made in China, and attract more people from the middle class and upper class.
A former schoolmate of mine named TM (S), brother of DM, was one of the workers and he saw me & greeted me; but he seemed disappointed & a bit angry with me, like maybe in the past he had given me his contact information & I had never contacted him, and so he felt like I did not want to be friends with him & had abandoned him or something like that it seemed.
He gave some hints that made it seem that my prediction was correct, and he seemed to have mostly forgiven me but he was going to be a bit cold/distant/angry still toward me; and he might have even told me that he mostly had forgiven me & tried to leave it in the past, but that it still angered him a bit, and I probably apologized to him.
I asked him how his brother DM was doing but he gave me a negative response or non-response, and he probably thought that I did not really care about how his brother DM was doing; but then his manager called him and the other workers to walk over for a meeting.
Not far from me the manager congratulated them for their hard work and maybe for completing or mostly completing the re-modeling/re-organizing (even though it did not look done or close to done in my opinion), and they started to talk/complain about it; but as they were talking I noticed two women with medium-dark brownish colored skin with black colored hair walking from the right side of the store toward the manager & the workers with negative-neutral cold facial expressions that I could not read (like one a killer might make).
I thought that they were probably workers or ex-workers or customers who were angry about something, I was on the right side of the room & the managers and the workers were in the center of the room, and as the two women got closer they both pulled out two large black colored pistols & aimed them in the direction of the manager (I probably yelled for everyone to get down); and they started firing their pistols, which shocked the rest of us in the room, and I expected they were there to kill the manager but they started shooting at everyone (I probably yelled for everyone to run).
This felt so real and scary, a huge panic started with people screaming/running/stopping in shock, as the blasts/gunshots loudly echoed through the store as the two women fired rapidly like they had infinite ammunition/magazines or something, and I ran for my life toward the direction they came from; and so I had to pass by them from the right side of the room, but fortunately they were shooting at the center of the room at the time so I got lucky.
It felt so real & I was scared & running in a panic for my life not even trying to save anyone or try to stop the two women as I looked for a window (they both had two guns shooting rapidly and so I felt that they would easily kill me if I tried to stop them), I found a small window that I could barely fit through and I saw a little girl behind me with blond colored hair with whitish colored skin, and I told her to follow me/do not stop/keep moving; and behind her I saw a man with blondish colored hair with whitish colored skin who I assumed was her father, and a few other people probably followed us.
Once I saw that the little girl made it through the window too, I kept going telling them all to follow me/do not stop/keep moving, we were in another part of the store now; and I found a bigger window, and we climbed through it.
This led to another part of the store and we found one or two more windows before we finally reached the outside, well I reached the outside first near where I parked my automobile, and I ran to it for my life; and I drove off for my life, so I did not get to see the others make it outside.
I drove up the road(s) until I reached the area near the train tracks by the A Plant, I had my headlights on so it must have been early morning or something, and three old women were in the road raking leaves or something; and so I had to stop until they moved out-of-the-way, but then I saw some police coming up the road with some of the customers who escaped & so I parked my automobile to see what was going on.
Two police officers who looked afraid wearing police hats, one with whitish colored skin and one with dark brownish colored skin, asked me if I was one of the shooters; and I said no and I described that the two shooters were women, and I described their appearance.
They saw a fictional warehouse-like building near us and they noticed that the door appeared to have been messed with, so they felt that maybe the shooters were hiding in there, and they told me that one or both of the shooters worked or used to work for a company that put doors on warehouse-like buildings; and so they could have easily gotten inside.
They got their pistols out but they were afraid to enter the warehouse-like building and so they paused to try to get courage or wait for backup, and as they were doing that one of the customers who escaped with dark brownish colored skin approached me like he was one of the people who followed me to escape; and he showed me that he had a pistol in his pocket and he was going to help the two police officers, and so I asked him to come inside my automobile to talk quickly.
Inside my automobile I showed him that I had a pistol in there and I got it ready, I put it in my pocket, and then we talked about whether it was a good idea to tell the police officers that we had guns & that we would help them; I worried that they might think we were the shooters, and arrest us or something.
We both decided that the two shooters/women needed to be stopped, and so we got out of my automobile to go help the two police officers; but the dream jumped in time, and I was on my way to a house to meet a woman who I guess was my girlfriend.
She looked like PSCL and she probably was 10 years older than me, as I was driving to the house, I remember thinking about various ways we would/could have sex; and I thought about some of the times in the past where we had sex, and so we clearly had a sexual relationship & it seemed that we had sex a lot and I was looking forward to having sex with her as soon as I arrived to the house.
In my mind I tried to think of the various sex positions we would try today, vividly like it was actually happening, and then I arrived at the house; and she was waiting on a bed for me, and I told her that we failed to find the two shooters/women and that they were still on the loose unfortunately.
I gave her a kiss and went to snuggle with her or something but she pushed me away, she seemed suspicious toward me, and she started asking me questions about the shooting; and then she told me that she thought that I was the shooter, and so she did not trust me & she refused to have sex with me.
I was shocked/confused about why she would think that and how could she not trust me like that, I tried to explain that during the shooting that I was afraid & could have died & that I helped a few people find a way to escape, and that I even tried to help the police; but she still did not believe me, and it seemed that she was going to investigate me until she found enough evidence to turn me into the police.
She got off the bed and walked off since she did not trust me anymore and thought that I was a murderer, I sat there confused/shocked, and I woke up.
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