This dream is a bit confusing and does not make much sense, and it took place during the day and my brother GC and I were in a fictional city driving around in an automobile.
Somehow I ended up outside of the automobile and my brother GC was driving it, I was communicating with him somehow (maybe we were using our mobile phones), and he was supposed to be driving to me so that I could get back in the automobile.
I was walking up a sidewalk on the right side of the road as my brother GC drove up the street, but then I realized that he was reversing instead of driving forward and maybe he was driving backward in his lane toward oncoming traffic so I warned him about this.
My brother GC probably did not use the brakes and maybe he just switched gears as he was still driving so when he started trying to drive forward he was still going backward, and so he had to try to reverse his momentum.
There was an automobile driving toward him from his lane and they were going to crash into each other because my brother GC was not able to reverse his momentum in time, and so he switched lanes but so did the other automobile so they both had to drive off the street to avoid hitting each other which caused their automobile to start flipping because they had to turn so hard and fast so suddenly to avoid crashing into each other.
Amazingly they both landed on their wheels normally again, from a distance their automobiles did not look damaged, and they both drove to nearby gas station by the gas pumps oddly so I tried to rush over there to see if they were okay.
They parked very close to each other at the gas pump oddly, a thin small woman with whitish-colored skin with curly long yellowish somewhat brownish-colored hair who somewhat reminded me of the actress Danielle Fishel had been driving the other automobile, and her mom or grandmother was in the front passenger’s seat and a man with whitish-colored skin with short brown hair wearing a red A-shirt was in a back seat.
The woman who had been driving the other automobile was angry and crying and she ran out of her automobile and she ran to my brother GC’s automobile hitting on it with her hands and feet and yelling at him, and she opened the door and she tried to attack my brother GC while screaming and crying so he grabbed her and he pushed her back telling her to stay back and stop hitting the automobile and stop trying to attack him.
I was still rushing to make it to the gas station, as I was still trying to reach it I thought that it would be a good idea to get my mobile phone out and start filming this as evidence if the police arrived, and at this point I slowed down to think about how I should handle this situation.
The woman and the people with her were starting to get aggressive and they were joining the woman outside of their automobile, I ran through various ways to handle this situation to keep the peace, but I woke up right before I reached the gas station.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I went to work at a fictional job or fictional version of my shelver job at The B Parish Library, the building looked nothing like a library or The B Parish Library really but I can not remember what it looked like or what kind of job and business this was, but I do know that some of my coworkers from The B Parish Library were there like Mrs. K and Mrs. T.
Mrs. K was still angry with me, and at some point I remember going outside to the back of the building (it was probably time to leave).
The employee parking lot was behind the building, I probably said a few things to some of my coworkers as I was leaving to get to my automobile, and Mrs. K probably ignored me and did not respond to me because she was still angry with me.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was probably not in the dream, and the dream took place inside a house.
A father with whitish-colored skin and his two young daughters with whitish-colored skin were making some jewelry and/or orgonite/orgone generators/orgone devices, and the father had been dealing with (in the past and the problem was still going on) an irritation on his arm that seemed to be a rash and his arm was swelling so he left to get that treated while his daughters continued making the jewelry and/or orgonite/orgone devices.
But I woke up.