I barely recall that morning’s dream.
I was inside a clothing store. The lighting was normal. There were two black guys either they were accompanying me or I met them somehow. I sensed they either knew each other or not. But I’m not sure how.
One was a very dark-colored actor. We were conversing somewhat at a distance, maybe twice the normal hearing range. He was partially behind a circular rack of cloth. He looked at me directly while the other black guy went away and probably behind him.
In another dream scene and to my right field of vision, I sat next to the actor. I probably was sitting on my knees and facing him but he was seated upright perpendicularly and facing the direction to my left. I can’t recall but I might have been massaging his neck.
From behind me I was talking to a black guy. I sensed he may have been an old man. While talking to him the actor passed out unnoticed. I turned my head to the right and saw the actor was slumped forward across his legs like a rag doll. I don’t recall if we revived him, if he woke up on his own, or if he died.
In another dream scene, I was walking with a white woman. We were walking outdoors and there were people. Someone told me to look over my left shoulder and I quickly glanced at him. I don’t know that guy and don’t recall his appearance. There was something about taking a bite of watermelon for the first time but I don’t recall well.
We walked together inside the store, which was probably the same store where I encountered black guys or if this store was something different. We walked in a counter-clockwise direction. To our left, we went inside where she was intercepted by someone. That gave me a chance to escape from this place or dream. I raced through the racks of clothes.
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