Dreamlog

Moving:
A tall and friendly looking man wakes me up by putting his hand over my face.
I'm in my childhood home, the room on the left end of the hallway. My girlfriend is with me in the bed.
The room is empty apart from our mattress on the floor.
I tell the man that normally I would have freaked the fuck out, had he not done the same thing yesterday morning.
He also wakes my girlfriend this way. She gets up and starts to get ready right away.
I reflect that maybe I should wake her that way due to how effective it was.
I go downstairs and I'm now in what I know to be a middle school orientation day.
I walk past K and also B from marching band, who tells me a story about his dog and vet, while we ascend an escalator.
I get to a dorm-like room that apparently used to be where I stayed, but I am moving out for the next batch of kids.
The room is 90% bunk beds, with a narrow path between them.
I have a bottle of diet coke on my bed, and the new person has moved it to the top bunk.
He has put his coke zero bottle in its place.
There is a CRT monitor mounted to the wall, with voice activated ChatGPT.
My girlfriend’s mom is there and I want to show her how it works.
I ask ChatGPT what color its favorite dragon is.
It seems to address the question at first but then rambles off.
I justify that this GPT must be modified to be "hip with the kids" or something. The text is hot pink on the readout.
My girlfriend’s mom introduces me to a new packaging format for a fruit/protein drink.
It is 26oz and basically just two smaller ones merged together.
I tell here I should look into this.

Oops:
I wake up at my current home and realize I can't hold off from going to the bathroom.
I reflect that I should lay off the Metamucil. The bathroom is weirdly open to the outside on the right side.
It is also my childhood home's bathroom, not my current one.
There is more detail to this uh event, but I will not type it out here.

Fragment:
I'm with Androids 17 and 18 from Dragonball Z, and a coworker.

King's Training:
I'm in a warehouse-type area on a metal stairwell going up.
There is a line of kids, classmates, lined up for try-outs.
An intercom announces that the King's Tournament will begin soon.
I remember that the King's Tournament is for basketball.
A group of 3 kids in front of us recognize me and the person I am with.
They seem impressed that we have King's Training.
There is a sense of belonging in the group. Something similar to how I felt in marching band from high-school.
In this situation I was the senior, inspiring the younger ones.
The person in front of me in line is up. He messes up his free-throws and become very frustrated.

Fragment
I'm walking through the second floor of production at work with MM. There is a stressful situation and they need my help to solve.

Fragment
There is a marching band show happening in a stadium. My view is from above. The formation is a large spiral shape and it takes up most of the football field.