All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in I assume a fictional version of the city of D.
I had false memories of a small neighborhood of shack-like houses in or by a school playground in a field or on the playground itself, maybe a fictional version of the D Junior High School, and poor/low income/lower class people lived there.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place maybe early in the evening, and I parked my automobile in an area behind the yard of a nice house of some people I somewhat knew in a nice neighborhood.
For some unknown reason I sneaked through their backyard and along the left side of their yard trying to sneak to the front of the house to ring the doorbell, but on the left side of the house I got stuck on some wood and tools that were stacked together.
I tried to slowly and quietly and carefully get my clothes unstuck from the objects without knocking anything over, without making noise, and without being seen by the family.
But I woke up right after getting unstuck.
This dream took place during the day I went to some apartment buildings where some of my former classmates lived, they were mostly women, and the next thing that I remember is being at a school or college with some of them.
I remember some of us going to maybe a Math class together, at some point I needed to urinate, and so I went to find a bathroom.
The next thing that I remember is returning to the apartments, and I remember wondering what it would be like if I lived in there and if only my family and/or family members lived there in each apartment.
I imagined that would be better and that it would make it easy to recognize if someone was not supposed to be there, and we could help secure the apartment together et cetera; and I imagined that we could always have someone on security duty, but I woke up.
I had many detailed dreams last night so for that reason and for some other reasons (like getting awakened by a strange car alarm-like sound) I ended up forgetting most of them except for barely part of my last two dreams.
All that I can remember of the end of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day outside, I was in my parent’s yard, and the no-longer-abandoned house was behind my parent’s yard in the field instead of being on side of my parent’s yard by the alley (alleyway) and their house looked different and was lower to the ground (possibly because the ground was more sunken in this area and/or the house was shorter).
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in a fictional and nicer version of the city of L or a city that was where L should be, I was with most of my family, and we went to see a nice modern one-story house that was either for sale or rent maybe.
The house was in a nice little neighborhood with an alleyway separating it from the yards of several other houses on the left side and maybe there was a large parking lot for a school on the right side, and the house had a very large area open area where the kitchen/dining room/living room/maybe family room were; and the house was mostly unfurnished, but there were some beds and some chairs and a few appliances.
Next to the large room was a hallway that had many rooms on both sides of it, probably mostly bedrooms and the laundry room and storage rooms, and maybe there were a few small hallways leading to other rooms; and so there were plenty of rooms for everyone and more to spare.
I guess we decided to buy or rent it because I remember us starting to move our stuff inside the house, the closest house next to us across the alleyway had a large family who lived there who always had different people (probably family members) coming over to their house during the dream, and the husband/owner of the house was a super obese man who reminded me of Mr. S.
I remember looking around parts of our new house, looking around outside in the yard and parking lot and the alleyway, waving to the neighbors, helping move stuff inside the house, and at some point I remember riding a bicycle on my way back to the city of D to maybe get something; but I got a phone call on my mobile phone before I could leave the city, and so I was talking to someone on the phone.
Some kids were playing outside as I was talking on my phone and a little girl with light brownish colored skin with brownish colored hair stopped to ask me some questions, I can not remember what she said, but it made me realize that trying to ride a bicycle back to the city of D would take too long and that I have never traveled that far by bicycle or foot before; and so I decided to return to our new house instead, and so I said goodbye to the girl after answering her questions and I rode my bicycle back to our new house.
Once back at our new house I remember being in the alleyway near where there was some wood piled up in the alleyway outside the fence of our closest neighbors, I assumed that it was the wood pile that my dad had at our old house, and I noticed that some of it was hanging over or one the neighbor’s fence so I was going to move them; but a new person in the neighbor’s yard, a man with dark brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who was probably a family member of theirs, started moving it to a wood pile that they had in their yard.
I went into their yard to ask him about the wood to see if it was theirs or my dad’s, I also wanted to apologize about the pieces of wood being on their property but he did not know, and so he walked me inside the house to talk to the husband/wife/owners of the house and their children; and as usual there were many people there and the rooms in the house were smaller than our new house but it was also a somewhat large one-story house, and I briefly talked to them but I can not remember the details.
I left back to our new house at some point and my family were hanging out in the large open room so I sat down in a chair enjoying the nice view outside because there were many nice and large modern windows in this room that gave you a good view of the outside, but then I saw our neighbor’s walking over like they were coming to visit us; and so I told my family, we were not ready for visitors and the house was mostly empty, and so I was not looking forward to this.
Instead of going to another room to hide I decided to stay where I was, my parent’s greeting the family and let them in, and I remember the husband making a joke about hugging or putting the wives of other men in his arms or some terrible joke like that which was not a good joke to use when talking to people you do not know well; and he made this joke before asking my mom for a hug, he was trying to be friendly and jolly, but that was not a good joke but my dad had no problem with it but my mom and me did (it was a bit cringe worthy).
We knew or assumed that he was just trying to be friendly so we took it as a joke, we greeted them and we started talking, but I woke up as they welcomed us to the neighborhood and tried to get to know us a bit better.