May 29, 2016 | Dream Journal | The United States Secret Service + Princes + Dashie (Charlie Guzman) = ?

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The first two parts were possibly part of the same dream from last night but I am not sure, and so I will type them as two separate dreams.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day and The President Of The United States was coming to visit the country or place where I was, and I remember walking outside in an area with sidewalks and courtyards and plants and maybe water fountains that was a public area.

There were United States Secret Service agents all over the place and I think that many of them were going around doing illegal activities as they tried to secure the area like beating up people, kidnapping people and interrogating people, threatening people, arresting people, et cetera but I could be wrong.

I probably confronted some Secret Service agents about this trying to stop them from hurting someone, I told them that what they were doing was wrong and probably illegal and unnecessary and not helping to secure the area, and so they probably went after me.

I am not sure if I fought them or not, I probably peacefully went with them and they were arresting me and kidnapping me and probably were going to question me and maybe torture me, and I probably was going to fight them if they tried to harm me but I was going to try to resolve this peacefully if possible.

As they were walking me away up some stairs I probably noticed a threat that they missed, I probably warned them and they were able to stop the threat, and so they probably offered me a deal where if I helped them find the other threats and if I helped them secure the area they would let me go and maybe even give me a job if things worked out so I agreed to help them.

The president was either going to arrive soon or had just arrived so we did not have much time so I quickly asked about their security setup and started checking it and offering suggestions while looking for other threats and trying to make sure that the area was secure, and either this dream ended or the next dream is really part of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream or this part of the dream from last night is that it took place during the day, possibly in the same area where The President Of The United States was going to visit but I am not sure, and there was an annual reality television-like competition taking place that involved princes (and probably a separate one for princesses, but I did not attend this one).

Various princes around the world would compete in this competition and I assume only one could win it but I am not sure what the competition was about or what they would win, all that I know is that you had to be royalty to be in it (even illegitimate children of royalty could compete), and somehow I was in the competition (either I was undercover and trying to help The United States Secret Service or I found out that I was royalty).

There was another man in the competition who had just found out that he was royalty and the illegitimate child or a prince or king, he looked like Prince Caspian from The Chronicles Of Narnia films, and he was wearing a nice fancy traditional royal white suit-like outfit with a bit of military styling with gold and maybe some other colors on some of the accessories (whatever).

I was probably wearing a nice suit and the two of us were the only new princes so we did not grow up royalty or get trained and we grew up poor and this was our first time in this competition, and so we did not know how to act like the other princes but we did our best.

Once we passed the checks to enter the competition we went to an auditorium to probably be told the rules and have the opening ceremony in another area in front of cameras and maybe a crowd, I probably talked with the Prince Caspian-like man a bit, and I probably focused on looking for threats.

At some point it was time to move outside to the opening ceremony but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside a multi-story college building where I went to college and where I lived in a dorm, there was a classroom on the first floor that had three separate classes in the same room with one on the left and one in the middle and one on the right, and I went to one or more classes at the class on the left side during various days of the dream.

There were natural wood desks and each day someone would move them out-of-order and some would be partly taken apart or completely taken apart and some would be broken, and so each day I would have to try to rearrange them or some of them.

At some point in the dream I was in another competition or quest or treasure hunt that seemed to involve searching for something and maybe finding clues, I ended up teaming up with Dashie (Charlie Guzman) from YouTube who also lived at the college, and there were two brothers working together and both of our teams were somewhat working together or in the same areas going through upper floors finding clues and getting closer to our goal.

At some point we were in a dark area on an upper floor where we found a clue and/or object that gave us the location of the next clue or object and/or the last one so now our two teams were going to rush to an elevator to reach it first, our team was going to keep things peaceful, but the other team with the two brothers tried to attack us.

Dashie and I reached the elevator first and I pushed the button to close it because the two brothers had tried to attack us and would probably try again, they tried to open the door but I closed it, and they started beating on the elevator but we escaped them.

I remember Dashie saying that they were going to be mad and might try to attack him or us later because they probably knew where we lived because they probably lived at the college too, and Dashie probably went to get the clue and/or item while I went back to my dorm room to get ready for class.

I went to my dorm room on the first floor and got my book bag and went to class to the class on the left side, the teacher for this class was a woman with white skin with long yellow hair that was pinned up, and I noticed that each day more desks were partly taken apart or completely taken apart or broken so now we had less desks.

I started piling up the broken desks and moving the unusable partly taken apart desks out-of-the-way, and then I started trying to organize the desks like I normally would.

I had developed my own way of organizing the desks, the teacher had or once had some kind of relationship with a male student (possibly me or someone else) and this student and her and maybe me had worked together to develop a special way of spacing the desks, and I and/or we had developed a special victory or freedom (something) method that would help encourage people and make them feel better and somehow promote freedom or something strange like that.

There was something about this relationship between the female teacher (professor) and student, there were probably rumors of it possibly becoming romantic, and maybe it almost got the teacher in trouble so it was ended or adjusted to help avoid rumors and/or the teacher from getting in trouble.

This was on my mind as I organized desks and maybe briefly talked with some students before class started, maybe the teacher and I exchanged some glances and greeted each other, but that is all that I can remember.

The end,

-John Jr

May 28, 2016 | Dream Journal | A Drive-Through Music Store | Aaron Chiz Drinking Blue Moon Beer

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the night and I remember my brother GC and I being at a small modern two-story house on the second floor, I am not sure if anyone else from my family was there or not, and it seemed that we had just moved into this house.

I can not remember most of the dream so I am not sure in what order this happened but I remember leaving in my automobile to a drive-through music store to get a song by a fictional female music artist who was probably from Japan whose name started with a Y and maybe sounded something like Yamisa or Yamisha or something like that.

There were some automobiles in line in front of me, this drive-through somewhat reminded me of the McDonald’s drive-through in the city of D but the menu was closer to where the entrance of the building should be, and I remember having a list of some songs and musicians and albums as I looked the menu.

A woman took my order at the ordering menu over the intercom, I remember looking at my list trying to find the name of the musician and the song hoping that she would understand me and be able to find the song and other music by this female musician, because it was not on their menu.

I can not remember what happened, the next thing that I remember is being back at the house on the second floor in the bathroom naked about to take a shower or bath, but I noticed that at least one of the windows was not completely covered so you lost some privacy.

This bathroom had a lot of large windows around the room with only some frosted paper or something like that on the windows except for part of one window where the paper was peeling off to where you could see outside and people could see inside as you used the bathroom, and so we were going to have to fix this; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, my former male classmate DH arrived at my parent’s house by automobile in a surprise visit, and I rode with him back to him parent’s house.

His parent’s house was bigger and longer and the yard was surrounded by wooden privacy fence, and there were some barns in the backyard a few small ones and some large connected ones.

We went into my former classmate DH’s old room which was bigger and looked nothing like his old room except for it being messy, I remember talking and wanting to maybe play some tennis and/or video games and/or some other things, but my former classmate DH seemed tired and ended up falling asleep as I was talking and suggesting things to do.

He woke up and we walked outside in the backyard, I had fictional memories from maybe some past dreams of his parent’s having chickens in a small barn but they no longer had chickens now it seemed, and we walked into the large connected barns and this reminded me of some fictional memories from some past dreams of my family and I being on vacation and going inside a large building that looked like connected barns inside that was possibly a store and/or tourist center and/or museum.

I told my former classmate DH about these memories and how it looked almost exactly like this, at some point maybe it actually was this place or one like it because I remember other people being inside and maybe selling things as we walked around, and there was more to this part of the dream that I can not remember except for maybe my former classmate DH mentioning things about his job in the military.

*I just remembered another part of this dream where a younger version of my male cousin DE wearing glasses entered the barn-like store holding some playing cards, his voice was very quiet and harder to understand and he did not talk much, and he motioned for me to pick a card so I did; and I noticed that a paper with text was taped to the back of the card, my cousin DE had a list and he read what it said in reference to the card that I picked so each card had its own special text to read, and I think that the main word for the card I pulled was possibly Bought and maybe the text was encouraging you to buy something but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream*

At some point we walked back inside his parent’s house who seemed to be gone somewhere, my former classmate DH stopped to check on a fictional young female cousin of his and maybe his son AH who he seemed to be babysitting, and so this was probably part of the reason he was so tired.

My memory is messed up but the next thing I remember is being somewhere else maybe, I remember a teenage girl or young woman with white skin with long hair walking by this area, and then I remember seeing Aaron Chiz from YouTube with a tall glass cup of Blue Moon beer and the glass cup had the Blue Moon symbol and words on it.

I stopped to talk with Aaron and I remember him saying how refreshing and good the beer was and he described the flavor and why he liked it, there was more to this part of the dream, but that is all that I can remember.

The end,

-John Jr

May 27, 2016 | Dream Journal | Some Negative Consequences To Helping People

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I had more dreams and there was more to this dream but I forgot most of my dreams from last night and most of the details of this dream or these two dreams which I will type as one dream because I am not sure, but I think that this dream was partly inspired by True George’s post called Helping that I read last night.

There is a lot that I can not remember of this dream, it is mostly unorganized dream fragments missing most details and context, but most of the dream probably involved me helping people during the day over a period of time (days, weeks, maybe months) in a fictional neighborhood where I lived.

Sometimes people would come to me for help, sometimes I would see people in need and help them, sometimes I would help people who I felt might need help, and sometimes I would just talk to people and/or say hello and smile and/or share some information and/or skills with them that would help them and more.

I do not remember dealing with people who were using me or who seemed to be using me like I usually would in real life, all the people I remember helping really needed a bit of help and this probably helped them to help themselves but I can not remember, and I remember helping a boy with white skin with dark-hair by probably just spending some time with him because he seemed lonely and possibly abused and I probably helped him and some of his family in other ways.

People in the neighborhood seemed to like and respect me for being helpful, but one day something happened that involved the boy and a man where maybe the man was trying to kill and/or harm the boy in some way and the boy ended up somehow shooting and killing him with a gun in self-defense; and I was there or I arrived there when or right after it happened.

The police were called and we told them what happened, days or weeks later we had not heard anything new from the police so I assumed that their investigation was over, and the boy and his family and others were still recovering.

One day we were approached by a male police officer with white skin with short yellow-to-medium hair, he questioned us again, and then he told me that their investigation has been focused on me all this time and I assumed that they were also spying on me.

He was somehow certain that I was guilty and that the boy had lied, he thought that I was the one who shot and killed the man and that the boy lied to protect me because I had groomed him and the others in my neighborhood with my help, and he felt that I was a master manipulator and criminal mastermind over some grand conspiracy that I planned long ago.

He explained his elaborate conspiracy theories about me, he had at least three, and all of them were overly complicated and twisted all the good things that I did for people into some master plan and conspiracy to manipulate and control and hide my crimes using other people and more.

He refused to believe the truth that was obvious, we all told him the truth and the evidence supported what we said, but him and the other police were determined to prove that I was guilty so that they could arrest me for murder because they refused to believe that the boy had killed the man in self-defense.

I told him that they were wasting their time and energy and tax payer money trying to prove me guilty of something that I did not do, and that their conspiracy theories were overly complicated and twisted the facts and went against Occam’s razor.

They were acting like I was Alice Morgan from the television series Luther if she had decided to become an all-out criminal mastermind manipulating and controlling and hiding behind entire neighborhoods of people, this was completely ridiculous and sad, and it was a bit scary because they were trying to invent an excuse to have me arrested for murder and conspiracy and more.

The police officer would not listen to reason or the facts and he left angrily declaring that he (they) were going to stop me and they would find the evidence that they needed to arrest me.

I forgot to mention that our conversation with him took place outside during the day on an upper concrete stairway area by a bridge over a drainage system that was by a street with our neighborhood behind us, and there were probably apartment buildings and house-like buildings in our neighborhood.

The next thing that I remember is being outside during the day in the back of a fictional yard, a fictional house where my family and I lived and/or where I lived, and there was an alley behind our back fence where I was standing.

There were some kids in the neighborhood playing in maybe a field-like area not far from our yard, I saw a male teenager with white skin with dark-hair who looked sad and he had no toys like the other kids, and so I gave him some of my old toys from when I was a kid and I talked with him which cheered him up.

He then ran to play with the other kids with the toys that I had given him, after this I remember seeing and hearing a video of Double Toasted talking about various video clips about people helping other people and the negative consequences of them helping people, and they showed many different video examples of this and gave their opinions.

Korey Coleman was there but I can not remember who else he was talking with, I possibly thought about the police investigation of me and of my situation, and about the various ways that I had helped people; but that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that there was more.

The end,

-John Jr

May 26, 2016 | Dream Journal | A French And English Television Interview

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I woke up and went back to sleep several times without voice recording my dreams, and so now I can only barely remember part of one dream from last night.

At the end of the dream I remember sneaking slowly around a multi-story building during the day with a fictional famous female musician with white skin with long dark-yellow hair who was from France who somewhat reminded me of the actress Mélanie Thierry, a man with white skin with dark-hair, and maybe one or more other people.

The building seemed to be an abandoned building that possibly had various strange maybe zombie and/or paranormal and/or supernatural and/or other types of threats in the building, and so we were very cautiously moving through the building to reach the roof of the building outside.

Eventually we reached the roof outside but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream, and the very end of the dream involved the female musician from France being interviewed on television and I was watching this.

She was in France sitting at a desk alone in a studio mimicking a television presenter or news presenter (host), like the one who was interviewing her, and a tall male host with white skin with dark-hair wearing a nice navy suit who looked like he was from the 1960s was interviewing her from a separate studio behind a desk in the United States so they were in separate countries having this interview in separate studios using a screen to see and hear each other.

The interview started in French with the male host talking loudly and slowly in what sounded like very poor French that was so bad that it did not even sound much like French, the female musician mimicked him and spoke loudly and slowly but in good French because that was her native language, and I remember the host struggling and stopping sometimes trying to figure out how to say certain things in French.

The musician slowly started using English along with French until eventually she started speaking only English, her English was much better than his French, and so now they could both communicate well.

The musician was having fun and was doing great, she only struggled with a few English words and phrases, and she continued to mimic the host by talking loud and slow.

I remember the host asking the musician questions about her music, France, about how she could speak English so well, her career, and more but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr