Salim is a young Muslim man selling trinkets and souvenirs for his brother-in-law. He sits all day long at a company called Panglobal, waiting to meet with Mr. Blanding who never shows. He asks if he can make an appointment for tomorrow and the assistant tells him he has to phone for appointments. He walks out into the night rain and hails a cab, giving directions to his hotel. The taxi driver speaks Arabic and they discuss Oman, where Salim is from, chatting about the Lost City of Towers, which vanished thousands of years prior. The taxi driver apologizes as he has been driving for 30 hours straight and Salim tells him about how he just arrived in America a week ago and is selling worthless trinkets to people who won’t see him.
They get stuck in traffic and the taxi driver falls asleep. Salim reaches over the seat and gently rests his hand on his shoulder to wake him. The taxi driver awakens and Salim catches a glimpse of fiery eyes in the rear-view mirror. Salim recognizes him as an ifrit, a person of the fire that his grandmother once told him about. The Jinn tells him that he does not grant wishes and his life has been reduced to this terrible job as a taxi driver. Salim reaches over to once again touch his shoulder in comfort. The Jinn caresses his hand in return.
This was actually several short dreams or semi-dream/daydreams and lucid dreams that I had last night where there would be several different short scenarios each time, sometimes I was between partly waking and sleeping and realizing that I was sleeping in bed, and sometimes I knew that I was dreaming but I probably did not try to control these short lucid dreams really and so I probably dealt with each scenario naturally and fairly to see if I could handle each scenario normally.
I remember partly awaking and then completely awaking from one of these short dreams when my brother GC returned home late, and then I probably started dreaming again but that is all that I can remember of these short dreams.
Either earlier in this dream during the parts of the dream that I can not remember or during a previous forgotten dream I remember helping a woman with whitish-colored skin with medium-to-dark colored hair and her two young daughters who also had whitish-colored skin with something that I can not remember when we were at a fictional version of W Park during the day or late afternoon.
The woman and her daughters probably approached me as I walked through the park and they asked me for help with something that I can not remember, and so I helped them.
At the end of the dream or at the end of the next dream I remember being in my parent’s yard where the basketball goals used to be in the evening when the sun was starting to set so there was still nice sunlight outside, but you knew that it would be dark soon.
Oddly there were large water puddle-like bodies of water in the yard and some of them were deep enough that maybe one of my brothers and I saw a gray fin swimming through them, and we could only see part of the top of its body and it looked like a dolphin and/or shark-like fish or sea creäture so we stood still until it swam by.
Some parts of the grass were barely wet and some parts were deeper, it was strange and made no sense really, and once things seemed clear we walked to our parent’s house to go inside.
My parent’s house was a fictional larger old somewhat dusty somewhat rough but nicer version of my parent’s house, it was lower to the ground, and the front porch was smaller and the neighborhood was a bit nicer and we had more privacy except that my male cousin DE could see us from his fictional version of The G House that instead of having a front porch it had a room with many glass windows/walls where he could see everything outside while he sits and smokes cigarettes and drinks alcoholic beverages.
The G House was further away from my parent’s yard than it is in real life, and I saw my male cousin DE sitting in the front room smoking cigarettes and drinking alcoholic beverages while staring forward outside.
We entered our parent’s house from the front door, as I went to lock the door I noticed that the extra door (instead of a screen door I assume) was not connected anymore so I leaned it against the wall on the front porch, and I noticed how things were old and a bit dusty and rough but that this house had a lot of potential.
I heard my parent’s and maybe some of my brothers talking and watching television in a family room (which we do not have in real life), the front entrance led to a living room, past the living room before you reach the family room was a kitchen on the right side and a dining room on the left side, past the family room was possibly a hall on the left side and right side that probably led to the bedrooms, and maybe there was a door and/or hall behind the kitchen that possibly led to the laundry room and/or some other rooms.
I did not get to explore the house unfortunately because I got distracted by how nice things looked and felt and how much privacy we had, it was one of those moments that happens sometimes in real life and in dreams where you finally notice the beauty of things that you usually overlook, and I noticed how the sunlight was reflecting and lighting up the grass and trees and plants et cetera as the sun was getting closer to setting.
I stopped to enjoy the beauty of the moment, I realized that the front porch had a nice view and nice plants and privacy (except for my male cousin DE being able to see us from his front room), and I wanted to go outside on the front porch and enjoy this moment but my male cousin DE was in his front room so I stood in the doorway realizing that this was a good spot too.
I wanted this moment to last a long time but I knew that the sun was setting so I did not have much time, I probably yelled to the rest of my family about the nice view, and then I walked outside to enjoy it and think about some of my ideas of improving things and doing this more often but my amazing moment was interrupted by the woman and her young daughters from earlier in the dream or in a previous forgotten dream.
They were headed my way and I assumed that they wanted help again, this annoyed me because I was trying to enjoy this amazing moment and view and this better version of my parent’s house (which I already had ideas for to make it better), and the woman asked me if I could help her and I said yes hoping that this would not take long and that they would leave.
The woman then immediately started walking into our house to my surprise without asking for permission and without telling me what she needed help with so I followed her to politely stop her, she entered the house and my mom saw her before I could stop her, and I remember hearing my mom complaining about this as I walked the woman back outside.
I kindly asked the woman to not enter the house because I needed to let the others know first before letting people inside, and that I would help her outside.
I asked her what she needed help with, and she said that their taxi driver had jipped (her words not mine, which means cheated) them and/or something like that so she wanted to call his boss to report him and complain about this so I let her use my mobile phone.
The woman dialed the number and she walked around complaining, and I stood there annoyed because I was losing daylight because the sun was setting and they were ruining and interrupting my amazing moment of enjoying nature and the house and yard but I woke up.