All that I can remember of this dream is that I was with my female coworker AG & my coworker Mr. CF & several other people, and we had part of a strange craft (an aircraft or spacecraft or something even more strange) and / or some other kind of unusual object.
We tried setting up something where people could record their experiences with this strange craft and / or object, and some other objects.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in the city of D, and my brothers & I went to a fictional neighborhood in some fields on the left side of the road still in city limits in the direction of the city of LC.
We meet some meet & our parents who join us on a treasure hunt for some alleged treasure, my family & I find the treasure, but some suspicious armed men wearing leather armor robbed us of the treasure; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that the end of the dream involved me sitting in a room by a bed that an old bed ridden Muhammad Ali was laying on, and we were talking; and a female nurse was in the room tending to his medical needs et cetera.
It did not seem that Mr. Ali had much time left to live, he seemed to be in pain & could not even sit up in the bed really, and he was talking about the realities of The United States past / present / future especially involving the bad things like: racism, bigotry, income inequality, imperialism / war / violence, police brutality, et cetera.