Dreams quest

It appeared that I was in a hotel attending a conference. There were young black people walking around. I saw a young very overweight girl laying face down motionless. No one seemed to care or help her and neither did I. I went into a room and there was a panel of people answering questions to the audience. Then out of no where a man got up and started punching one of the panelist. I left thinking I didn't want to be a part of that chaos. When I came out of the room. The very overweight girl was not cut up into many pieces except from the waist down. There was no real blood put pieces of her where everywhere. I felt that I should leave again, cause I didn't want to be a part of that either.

I was in a large room, like they have for meetings at a hotel a woman came around and she gave everyone forms to fill out, like 3 pages front and back I was struggling the questions made no sense...and I was maybe one third of it done when she came by to collect it, a man who was there "on vacation, looked like from texas" was talking next to me, and said something about "these questions made NO sense" then when I said "these make NO sense, the woman said here try again" and handed me more of the SAME forms. I began randomly filling in words, "dog larry, jewelry, then I decided to use more interesting ones , but I do remember putting "you can wear a fur coat with jeans in california" as a answer they then gather up the forms and they have a pile on a podium of course mines first, and I find out im at a drs convention, and this is a mental test.. they read my answers, and they start telling the audience stuff about me "I have never seen this happen and we dont know what to make of this person" i thought, ok? is that good or bad?... then the woman laughes and said "ok we get it now" she figured it out! they got i knew nothing made sense, and they said i was the few that had figured out the pattern of the questions... they had so many questions then for me, i said finally mad NO i dont know the pattern! and a guy says "label her lazy psychopath"....

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Ima shorten it some, u weren't in it tho.. But yeah so I was at the airport with my bro picking up my fam from PR, they got to the airport.. We walking blah blah blah and they had to go to the bathroom so I sit and wait, and this black girl starts talking smack about me but she murmuring.. and she wouldn't stop so it got under my skin... So I get up like nothing and walk over to her I didn't say anything , I just start going wild dandole y restrallandola contra el piso y la pared and pulling on her weave hahahah then I got tired so I left the girl there on the floor and walk away trying to blend in with the crowd.. And airport security comes n takes me to a room n start questioning me n they was gonna put like a label on me.. N I was like wait tho idk if this changes anything but (then i told them the truth) and the guy gave me label n it said trusted terrorist .. Or something like tha

More than once, I get into my car and an elderly man gets in the backseat. He gives me requests as if I am a taxi, “Grocery store, please” or “Home, thanks”. I am never afraid of him and he seems to trust me. I seem to have an understanding that he knows I am not a taxi but that he needs my help; it makes me feel good to assist him. He seems kind and wise. At one point, I am driving a car and pulling a motorcycle behind me/it. At one point, I pull over and am walking around the outside of the vehicle; aware of the attention the car and motorcycle seem to be attracting (they are lovely and expensive). I get into the car and the old man is now directly beside me and he needs to go to the grocery store. I pull away from the curb but realize I leave the motorcycle behind me. I fret about this and think about backing up; it is not appropriately or legally parked but I realize there is oncoming traffic behind me and I will have to leave it and return to it later. The car has changed to more of a frame of a car; with metal bars giving it shape but otherwise completely exposed to the outside. I seem to be having trouble steering and directing the car; I am not entirely out of control but I feel clumsy with it. I am embarrassed that I do not remember how to get to the store the old man wants to go to and I have to ask him to remind me of the way - - he tells me to make a right at the next light and I do; this seems to trigger my memory and I suddenly realize the direction/store where we are going. At one point, we get out of the car and are in an elevator together – I do not remember if we are going up or down – only that we are on our way to the store.