Like the last several days, I did not sleep well or much, I was in & out of sleeping & dreaming, or trying to; I had more dreams that I remembered, I did not record them, so now I only barely remember part of two dreams.
This dream took place during the day, I was at a college at the start of the semester, so I guess this was our first day or first week of college.
There was some kind of tradition / ritual / ceremony / whatever that students had to do at the start of a semester, or maybe at the start of their first semester.
All that I can remember of this dream is that my mom wanted my dad and I to go to what I assumed to be a church event that we and / or she had been to before in the past, and so I went with them to a building that I assumed to be a Christian church.
There was a man with dark-color skin who I assumed to be the preacher there along with some women & other people who I assumed to be church members, they were all standing up, and they were wearing some kind of unknown ancient traditional clothing (maybe African) that was not very covering like it was ancient hot weather clothing.
I got in bed late again and I only made one quick text note about one of my dreams.
The dream took place during the day outside, I was possibly not in the dream, but I can not remember.
There were some people (probably all men, and probably all with light-color skin) riding on horses along or down maybe a street in maybe a neighborhood (I thought that it was somewhat strange for them to be riding horses, but not too weird because some people ride horses through our neighborhood in real life sometimes (yeah I live in a somewhat backwater part of the world 🤠 )).
In the distance was a group of women (probably all with light-color skin maybe wearing dresses and / or dressed like they were at least middle class) walking and talking along maybe the sidewalk.
The men stopped for a moment still sitting on their horses to look at and talk about the group of women, the men wanted to rob the women for Christmas, and I assumed that the men on horseback would give what they steal from the women as Christmas gifts 🎁 to their own family / friends / et cetera.
Robbing people for Christmas seemed to be a tradition for these men on horseback, I assumed that was their main source of Christmas gifts each year, instead of buying their own Christmas gifts.
Right before the men were starting to follow the women by horseback to rob them, one of the men realized that Christmas had already passed, and so the men ended their plan to rob the women.
They probably laughed and joked about this among themselves.
The women had seen the men, but the women had no idea that they almost just got robbed.
I still do not feel like typing my dreams but I will try to add a super lazy overview of my dreams from this/that night instead of taking the time to type everything that I remember, and so I will probably skip many details of these long and detailed dreams that I had; I slept very well last night.
In the first dream I remember being on and/or waking up on what looked like an alien spaceship and/or an underground alien facility (the inside somewhat reminded me of the Derelict Spaceship (LV-426) from the movie Alien (1979) if the lights were working), I guess the aliens realized that I was awake or free, and so they sent robots shaped a bit like guns/cannons/et cetera after me; and I remember running through a mostly metal room into another room where the robots were looking for me.
I somewhat remember part of a dream or two dreams that took place during the day, with the dream or first dream involving my cousin CC (CB/B) getting ready for what I thought was to be a boxing match outside in a fictional area near his parent’s house, and my cousin CC looked very thin.
The fictional area had a water drainage / water system on the left side of the area with water and concrete areas where most of the crowd was standing, there were little kids on both sides of the fighting area next to the water on two small concrete sections over the water on both sides of the fighting area, and a lot of the kids & adults wore traditional Islāmic & African style clothes maybe; and some of them probably spoke other languages & had unique accents when they spoke English, it was an unusual/interesting crowd of people, and there were mostly woman & kids oddly.
I followed my cousin CC, his opponent (who was also thin & had the same skin color/height/hair color as my cousin CC & probably was from somewhere in Africa or Asia), and the referee toward the fighting area as the referee checked their fighting gloves & their shorts for weapons (they were not wearing shirts); while this was going on CC’s opponent was being annoying by getting in his face, licked him, and maybe even kissed him on the face just to be annoying.
After the check the two went to the fighting area above the water with kids on both sides of the fighting area oddly & I moved to the side with the adults, and the fight started; but instead of boxing, the fight started more like a street fight with a few punches, and then grappling on the ground.
The crowd was making a lot of strange noises like being in a loud market area in Africa or Asia and/or at a traditional fighting ritual/sport of some kind, it was a bit scary/unusual/strange/foreign to me, and when the fighters got too close to the kids; the kids would help attack my cousin CC, oddly, I wondered if this was legal but it seemed like it was oddly.
The kids would grab, punch, and sometimes attack my cousin CC with traditional clothing garments or something; and I wondered if the kids helped whoever bribed them the most before the fight and/or whoever was from their country/village/family/whatever.
I did not like this type of fighting event/sport, it was completely unfair & seemed dangerous, and so I considered stopping the fight if necessary; but the fight was about even, so I waited, but at some point an accident or something happened where both fighters were grappling too close to a drainage vent and it seemed to have sucked them in or they fell in it & disappeared.
We tried looking for them but we could not find them, there was some chaos & sadness, but then things got even more weird when a group of women who seemed to be from Africa or Asia took us all hostage & sealed the entrance/exit so that they could do a ritual of some kind to find and/or resurrect the two fighters; I considered fighting them to free the people/myself, but I decided to wait to see what happens to avoid violence & since they were dealing with their grief it seemed so I decided to let them do there strange religious/magic/traditional/whatever ritual as long as they did not hurt anyone.
For some reason the women wanted/needed us all there during the ritual, I had no idea what was going on or what language(s) they were speaking most of the time, but they could speak some English with strange probably African accents; and I remember the area being dark & them probably having candles/torches, moving around/dancing strangely, using items/objects in their ritual, and saying strange words.
I can not remember what happened after this point exactly, I either had another dream or the dream jumped in time or I just forgot what happened, and I remember driving to L to a building; and I found out that I went to the wrong building, it was a health unit-like place that gave low-priced vaccinations / blood tests / urine tests / stool tests / pregnancy related stuff / safe sex stuff / STD tests / et cetera according to the woman behind the counter.
I walked back to my automobile and sat there considering having some tests done to make sure that my health was okay, I thought about something else that I can not remember, and I might have thought about the fight/ritual from earlier; but that is all that I can remember.