January 29, 2018
The dream, as far as I can remember started in a parking lot. It may have started at an earlier point at a trailer in the country, but I remember nothing from this point except for this fact. Anyway, for the sake of story telling and recollections, it'll start in a parking lot.
The parking lot was full, and had some people walking around, perhaps from the store or to the store, but either way a man and I were in a small, somewhat old car. Though cars aren't and have never been my thing, I think the car was an older one; perhaps from the early 2000s or the 1990s, but not likely older or newer. I was sitting in the back, and through the windshield, I could see a bald Asian man.
The both of us in the car knew who this man was related with, and for us, this was an enemy gang. He wasn't necessarily anyone important, but as a rival, we had to kill him. This was when the driver drove over him. Nobody did anything to stop us, and we could feel our vehicle driving over him with surprising ease despite how slow we were going.
It made me shiver a bit in minor disgust, and I had the feeling that if I dared look back, I'd see his mangled corpse and a blood trail, but I knew it'd only be worse if I looked, so instead, I continued to look out of the back passenger window.
The next part of the dream started with what may have been video of another gang. This gang was that of a bunch of young white males who all wore loose clothes and backwards red caps. They were on the taller side, perhaps that of Polish or Dutch descent. This gang, as far as I know, wasn't particularly anyone's enemy.
All they really did was stick together like a huge and disgusting family. Instead of using the bathrooms like one would normally - especially like a men would normally, they would all charge into the bathroom at the same time, pee in the urinals and sinks two or three at once, and then leave almost as quickly. They were known to have somewhat wierd and dirty beliefs and habits.
At the time, I was witnessing this, just wanting to go to the bathroom and finding it annoying. They left a bunch of mess around the bathroom, and understandibly, people were bothered and were repulsed.
A bunch of people tried to was their hands, but some of the people wanted to wash their hands, but since their was now pee in the sink and perhaps even on the faucet, this was proving to be somewhat difficult. I explained to most of them that though they may not be wrong with how disgusting they are, they never meant any ill will; they were known for being disgusting and very close to each other, but they were oddly pure for a gang.
Eventually, I got a bit brave, determined to wash my hands, and wrapped some paper towel thickly around my hands before I wiped the sinks down and threw the trash away. After washing my hands, I walked out of the bathroom to view two of the friends that I had, apparently, been traveling with.
These two included a 15 or so year old kid dressed in similar attire to that of the '80s, and a very tall and strange man with grey-blond hair. This man, at least in this dream, was apparently Doc Brown, though to be honest he looked more like a mix of Elrond and Celeborn [Elves from Lord of the Rings, look them up to get a proper idea], complete with the same color as Celeborn's and a similar face and hair style to that of Elrond's; long and combed back.
Anyway, I talked to Doc Brown, asking about the Delorian, feeling that for whatever reason, the gang we had just witnessed had it. Though unrelated, I was at this moment looking at a small flat screen on the wall with a potted fern sitting there. I don't really remember what was on it, but I think it was news related. Nothing important, as far as I was concerned either way [for the record, I'm only recounting it for the sake of further vivid dreams].
The Doctor then explained that the Delorian was, in fact, not real. This confused me, because I knew magic and time travel to have been real as a mix of vaguely outlined circumstances proved to me. I could use magic myself, and so could the Doctor. We argued a bit more, myself still believing that the Delorian was real. Eventually, I stated something about the time-traveling Delorian being in English.
The Doctor then smart mouthed me, stating that it was in fact "made in America, not England, therefore it wasn't in English". I awoke at this point, and the dream ended.
