should I tell?

There was a man trying to do something bad... He ha microorganisms or something that will control people or?? He had me running errands for him and threatened to kill people if I told anyone about it. One other coworker (BLG) knew about this. He was stressed about his job and was more focused on that than worrying about this man that might kill everyone. BLG was doing something a bit shady, but he was innocent in a way. Simply doing what felt right bouncing back and forth between fears and desires. I enjoyed his company and glad that he was with me on these errands. I was in a house running one of the errands and there were other people there I worked with (in reality have never met). I was thinking... just tell everyone, it would be freeing, you would have more people who knew who could either save themselves or might have a solution as well. The other half of me was thinking.. but with just a couple of us knowing, at least we could maneuver in and out of places, gathering tools and information without causing a mass panic and maybe stop this man on our own...

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I had another dream I was a stewardess on a very nice plane. There were people on the plane from my past. I was making sure I was ready for when passengers arrived. There was lots of space on the plane, nice amenities and so on. The space was lit nicely and I was serving people full sized items in glass bottles and nice food. We had some special rooms to the side that looked like conference rooms. I noticed a person from my high school (JL) in one of the nice rooms, and then some more guys from high school (JimmyK, RichardP, Matt O, Wayne F) in another room. They were not allowed to talk to anyone as they were arrested for a white collar crime. They had created some sort of computer program. I walked in and looked at them all and said..."Now you can write a book!" in a cheery voice, thinking that they could make lemonade out of their sitiation. I was going to go tell JL that I saw them, but decided against it. Then I was talking to a woman I worked with 20 years ago (PL). She was talking about her freckles and how they bothered her. I thought they were cute. I said I really don't have any besides a couple at my temples. She was very nice to be around. Then we walked to a man who was a senator at one point. I was checking if he needed breakfast or any toiletries and he said that he was fine. He also said.. you are one of them that doesn't eat bread.. It felt like a statement of? like he was just saying.. oh, you play the violin? or you were born in America... like it was a fact and not a choice.