What are Lao dreams about?

Here's how the dream is:

I was going on a field trip with my entire school to New York City, it was fun and all and this girl kept touching me inappropriately and she was apart of the school, she gave me head and idk why the dream starts off like this but it holds the story.

After this I went out of the bathroom where she gave me head and I had gone back to the bus and sat down, my friend, JIMI, went to the front of me and was talking to me the entire ride. We are xbox friends and irl friends, I believe he's my closest friend and I'd fucking be sad if he ever leaves me.

So we had 5 hours to do whatever the hell we want to in New York, so my friends and I, Jimi, Jacob, and Edward all went to the same place for food. We went to a... Idk what kinda restaurant it was it kinda was all over the place. I forgot what I ate but I remember what Jimi had eaten, it was sushi and I believe the reasoning is because he came from Japan, Idk.

So there happened to a shoe store in that restaurant and I'm a sneaker head so I just try on some shoes and my friends leave me. It doesn't matter because I can always catch up.

We were making stuff... Oh I remember it was oreos! We were making oreo kinda foods and making stuff out of oreos and everybody else's were good except for mine. So everybody else left and me and this guy were the only ones there and we were talking about random shit and I was trying to tie my laces but it was nearly impossible. I was so close then I just said "FUCK it I'm going away."

I told him I had to go and he accepted it and I told him I had a good time. I went out into the street and I remember THIS word and this word only on one steel door "Laos" idk why I remember that but I remember the location earlier in the dream and it made me realize what direction I'm heading.

So I see my friends coming back and I see jimi and I ask him if we have to go and he says "Yeah but idc"

He put the flashlight in the air because we're childish like that and it was kinda funny... Idk why.

But we had superhuman speed and went back to the restaurant we were just at, now it's like dark time and the place had a bunch of book shelves, and it looked entirely different except for the shoe department.

My friend shot the man that was helping me with his superhuman speed and he started to go to normal speed in this bookshelf maze

I went back to the shoe department because it was in the back of the store, and JIMI had a bookshelf right in front of him and he asked "Where is he"

I told him he's to the right but he got shot in the head as I said it.

I told the man "I SURRENDER! DO YOU NOT REMEMBER ME?"

He didn't find me and I didn't find him... I told my friends that Jimi is fucking dead, Jimi is FUCKING dead

They told me to get proof and I said "I don't have any, but ima go and check."

I went to check and he was under a book shelf, and his face was torn apart and blood was everywhere. JIMI is dead.

I hadn't known if my other friend, Jacob was dead or not but I had guessed he had been because I heard two shots. I met Jacob and he was still alive and I remember JIMI... Is dead

I started to cry because someone I purely liked had died right in front of my face and I lead him to his death. I was screaming and crying and I was invited to the funeral... someone I knew and liked had killed JIMI, and now I figured out how much I fucking love him. I even woke up to see if Jimi was dead and surprisingly he wasn't. I started to cry in real life how fucking real the dream felt... But now that I talk about it it's better to share then to keep in. Thank you.

this is the worst dream I have ever had.

So I was sent to an alternative reality with my dad but I became 12 again and my dad went back to age 17 and in this dream we were sent back to December 26 1966 in Thailand and America was right that the Soviet Union was pulling the strings on North Vietnam and Laos and there was war all over Asia with the help of the USSR plus the Cold War already started in America and Europe and became WW3.

What the fuck.

I was forced to cut a trip early and come home. I heard a BANG outside and didn't think much of it. Galveston came over to my house during quarantine and got drunk and threw crushed beer cans all over my room.

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Sarah came over after Galveston. I didn't know how she got my address, but she said I gave it to her when I gave her my number. I was really doubtful of that narrative, but I didn't feel anything negative. She was stopping by on her trip back home. She recently had to eat meat and was upset about it. She had a sticker on her face that said "two days meat free" and another sticker that said "two days in quarantine." I thought the quarantine sticker was funny since she showed up to my house unannounced. She saw the crushed up beer cans all over my room and I said they weren't mine. She brought some alcoholic drinks that resembled a Baja Blast. She suggested that we had a drinking contest, and I was down. We were drunk and I think she made a move on me.

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I worked at a luggage claim carousel. It was set up very odd. People were sitting in rows of chairs waiting for their luggage. (Also, on an almost unrelated note, this is reminding me of some residual feelings I had regarding my last airport dream before I started this dream journal, involving some man whose name I think was Laos.)
Anyways, I am working at the luggage claim carousel with an older, heavy man. I could tell he didn't WANT to work there, although HAD been for many years. He wasn't nice, but he wasn't rude either. The way he carried himself just had the general tone of "I'm here to get my job done and then leave, let's hurry." We are calling people's name's and tag numbers out as they are on the suitcases. Eventually the man starts to just pick up people's suitcases and goes to to front of the room and asks "whose suitcase is this?" Which seems to be working much more effectively. I follow suit. I bring a couple of suitcases to the front and people claim them. Then, somehow, as I'm scanning with my eyes what suitcase to bring out next, I'm in dimmly lit room and there are two magician tarot cards on the table. I bring them in front of everyone, but no one claims them, so I give them away to a guy and a girl who want them. (Although I secretly wanted one for myself, it made me happy to see how excited they were) I go back to the luggage carousel and scan it again. I'm suddenly in another room with more tarot cards on the table, I'm not thinking anything is strange about the sudden setting change. Just intrigued by the decorations on the card and trying to quickly read why they are laid out the way they are. The luggage carousel is now set up like rooms that I'm walking through. I see more tarot cards set up. They look beautiful and are all animal themed. I think to myself something along the lines of having to have people explain details about the cards before they claim them, because there were no names on the table or them, and I thought that boy or someone would try and say that they are theirs and the proper owner may not get them.
I decide to go back to the room with the less glamorous cards first, but with the table overflowing with them, and gather them so that I can bring them out to their owner. There are hundreds of these cards piled on top of each other, and I was curious what kind of message it laid out, but I didn't have time to decipher it because I knew my coworker wanted to go home. The cards are interesting and various themes. The owner even used some "cards of humanity" type cards at the bottom to indicate time frames. As I'm gathering the cards, and as the pile is increasing, a woman enters the room. She asks if I'm organizing them, and I tell her no I'm just trying to gather them into a stack. I ask if she's the owner and she says yes. I handoff the cards to her for her to continue gathering and she says "Are you going to help me organize them?" I tell her I will after I finish handing everyone else's things back (as I knew organizing her hundreds of cards would take forever) and I hurriedly began to rush to the other room with the glamorous tarot cards to gather them up and give them to the owner. However, as I was handing the first woman the cards that I managed to gather, the cards in my hand fell everywhere. I apologized and picked them up for her.