Dream Of Dark Academia Anatomy Illustrations

I find myself in a dimly lit room, the aesthetic is very much giving dark academia and around the room are all of these scientific illustrations pertaining to human anatomy. There is a little side scene that plays where I imagine myself putting together these puzzles and then the puzzles are actually the scientific illustrations that I glued together and then framed to hang on the walls. The scene shifts, and now I'm contemplating putting an illustration in my bathroom, and my mom tells me that I should do this Hawaiian illustration, and it's still a scientific illustration, but it has like a Hawaiian saying at the bottom of it, and I want to say that the names to identify the body parts are in Hawaiian, but specifically this has to do with the male anatomy and the male genitalia. This scene keeps looping over and over, and there is a phrase that keeps being said, but I cannot recall, but it was in Hawaiian. The scene shifts, and now I find myself in what feels to be like a school, maybe an elementary or middle school. I have to turn in some paperwork and mail it off somewhere. I'm not sure what for. Across the street of the school is a park and I take my electric bike over there and try to park it on the street. what's strange is that I'm trying to park it as if it's a vehicle and try to back in to a parallel parking situation and it proves to be difficult and there's this one point when I have to like go into traffic to get enough space to back in. Eventually, I get tired of doing it this way and just decide to park my bike on the mulch of the park itself. the scene shifts and I run back home real quick I get the perception that it's like 30 minutes or so to do something and then I come right back to the park. But on my way back to the park, I realized that I'm in a different neighborhood. And it's the neighborhood I used to live in growing up in 18153 Old Port Lane. As I'm going back to the park, I have this feeling that my bike has been stolen. And I say to myself, I forgot that I live in the ghetto. There are two parks that I pass before getting to the park I'm actually looking for but every time I pass the park I believe it to be the park I'm looking for and the bike is not there so I assume it's stolen but then I keep pushing forward to the real park and I find my bike is left where I had left it. The scene shifts again and I find myself in a home setting. I feel like I'm just the observer. There is a young boy and his father. They are of Hawaiian descent and there are lots of Hawaiian books about. And there are cultural references to a history that has been lost. And the references seem to be very authentic. My mom tells me to read one book in particular, but I can't help but notice all of the other books and pick up a different one. I read a couple pages before reading the one she told me to read.