May 4, 2016 | Dream Journal | Many Transitions

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I had a very long transitional dream with many different transitions, I woke up remembering more of them but I got out of bed too quickly to get my MP3 player to voice record them, and this caused my brain to start forgetting them quickly because I did not organize them enough before quickly getting out of bed to voice record them so I forgot parts of this dream that I had remembered at first unfortunately.

Fortunately I was still able to remember some of this dream at least, and part of another dream.

Dream 1

There was so much more to this long transitional dream that transitioned so many times without me noticing it but unfortunately I forgot a lot of it when I rushed to voice record it, and so all that I can remember of this dream from last night is that at some point in the dream I was inside an airport or station-like building with a tour (tourist)-like group of people from different countries with most probably being from English-speaking countries.

We started walking across the building to probably stop to use the bathrooms first so I walked inside what I assume was the men’s bathroom, but then I noticed that at least three women in our group walked into the bathroom as well.

One of the women walked like she knew where she was going, the second woman walked like she was confused and just following the group, and the third woman seemed like she was confused at first but then like she knew where she was going and then I could not tell.

I was confused and wondering if this was a unisex bathroom now but the sign was outdated or if that maybe this was a protest to the new bathroom laws or something else, I paused trying to decide if I should talk with the women about this, and then I realized that one of the women was the musician Pauline Croze.

She said something in French to me at some point and I said something in French back, we briefly spoke in French as we walked to a waiting and sitting area with tables and chairs under a television, and I quickly switched to English because my French skills are very limited (below basic).

We started talking in English as I asked Mrs. Croze how to say certain words and phrases in French and as I asked what certain words and phrases translated to in English, she explained some of this to me, and I remember her asking me if I wanted to call her grandmother to practice my French with her.

I told her that I was not comfortable or skilled enough for that and that even talking with her now was uncomfortable and hard for me but I thanked her, she then asked if I wanted to play a card game that I have never heard of, and she started to deal out the cards.

I admitted that I was embarrassed to say that I had no idea how to play this unknown card game or many other popular card games like poker et cetera, and we probably smiled and laughed and joked about this.

I asked her if she could teach me how to play this card game so she started explaining it to me, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Several other parts and transitions of the dream involved me walking outside from maybe school with many other classmates each day on our way home across a fictional area near the train tracks like in the city of D from by the BM Hospital to the BP Library, and things probably slightly changed with each transition to where there was now a body of water and boat docks near the train tracks.

Each day I would see and probably briefly talk with some of my former classmates on our walk home, like my former female classmate MW and my former male classmate SB and many others, but that is all that I can remember of these transitions and parts of the dream.

Several other parts and transitions of the dream involved a building that was possibly this same building or connected to it or near it, in each of these transitions I would walk into a carpeted business that sold food, and it was a bit like a food stand with a large counter in mostly an open room with little furniture and a television.

During one transition my former classmate MT was working there now, I was still unemployed, and I remember greeted him and talking with him before ordering my food.

We talked about him getting this job and the job and my joblessness et cetera, and then I realized that he was on the television on a special channel for this business or food stand or restaurant.

He told me that he had his own television show on that channel, he then started preparing my food, and that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The next thing that I remember is possibly seeing inside the same room (business) or another room (business) in this building but I am not sure if I was in the dream or not, a female entity with magical powers who I will call a fairy godmother entered the business with white skin with big long yellow fairy tale hair and a big fairy tale dress, and she seemed to be what some would call an evil fairy godmother.

Another somewhat similar looking fairy godmother entered the business as well, she seemed to be what some would call a good fairy godmother, and no other customers seemed to be in the room.

Both fairy godmother’s recognized each other and they greeted each other, a challenge was given where the evil fairy godmother wanted to fight, but the good fairy godmother chose a peaceful alternative where they would play a special board game that fairy godmothers knew to settle their challenge.

The good fairy godmother presented the board for the evil fairy godmother to examine with her powers and magnifying glass to make sure that it was not tampered with, and she walked away until she was done.

While she was away the evil fairy godmother did something to probably start a fire, and the next thing that I can remember is being outside in an area like the previous walking transitions.

It seemed that all of this dream took place in the same country, I was now at the dock area at first, and then I remember being or going out in a boat on the water to or with some young men who seemed to be members of the British Navy who worked as firefighters and were doing some training.

Maybe I was going to warn them about the evil fairy godmother starting a fire but I can not remember, I just remember us seeing smoke in the distance and it was clear that a big fire was going, and most of the firefighters were with us training on boats so there were barely any left on land to fight the fire so we rushed to the dock to get to the equipment and fight the fire.

As we got closer we realized that fires were spreading around the city and could possibly burn the entire city if not stopped, and one of the firefighters and sailors grimly said: “London has fallen.” because he did not think that we would be able to get to all the fire in time to save the city.

I assume that we were in London, England since he said that, I probably tried to raise their morale because they seemed ready to give up, and we finally reached the docks and we rushed to get the equipment and fight the fires.

As we were getting geared up other firefighters joined us including Mel Gibson and Danny Glover as firefighter versions of their characters Martin Riggs and Roger Murtaugh from the Lethal Weapon films, and then John Goodman as a morbidly obese firefighter chief who wears a suit with his firefighter gear and uniform and he had us all put on suits as well.

I remember struggling to put on the suit with the firefighter gear and uniform as John Goodman’s character talked, and Martin Riggs and Roger Murtaugh told jokes.

I almost forgot or forgot that London was burning because of the interesting and comedic performances of these characters, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I went to visit someone at a small house by maybe a small boat dock-like area away from other houses and the city during a gray day, and this person had a male housemate with white skin with short hair who looked and dressed and acted like he was possibly involved in criminal activities and/or a gang.

Things were normal at first until something happened that I can not remember where the housemate pulled out a revolver and was going to shoot the person who I was visiting, I tried to talk him down but that did not work and he was going to shoot me too now probably, and so I had to disarm him.

After taking the revolver from him I had to try to make a decision, should I call the police and risk him and probably some of his gang members trying to kill us in revenge or should I give him the revolver back once he promises to not harm us, and so I discussed this with him and the person who I had come to visit.

I remember emptying the bullets from the revolver when the housemate was not looking so that if I did give it back to him that he could not shoot us in case he decided to betray us, and then we called a female friend to help us make a decision because we did not trust the housemate.

This female friend called a man who knew the housemate to ask him for advice and to see if this man could guarantee that he could make sure that the housemate followed our deal to not kill or harm us, and this man was the professional wrestler Ric Flair (wooo!😀 ).

I woke up as our female friend was still talking with Ric Flair.

The end,

-John Jr

May 3, 2016 | Dream Journal | A Wonderful Walk And Conversation With A Woman

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Unfortunately I can not remember most of this dream from last night, all that I can remember is that at some point in the dream I seemed to be in or near downtown of the city of D during the day, and I remember walking as there were other people around.

My memory is too messed up but I think that I worked with a secret Human organization involved with aliens where we would search for and find aliens, alien objects, et cetera and investigate and research and interrogate et cetera them.

We had secret facilities around the world I assume, one was a small underground facility near downtown D off the side of the road behind the abandoned buildings near The I Theater, and I had an alien object and some alien information that I had found that I was taking to this small secret underground facility.

My memory is mostly destroyed and I can not remember which of these is correct but I remember going through a metal door in the ground to climb down into the secret underground facility, which was a small one used for mostly interrogations and storing and investigating alien objects it seemed, and there was a woman with white skin with yellow hair working in this facility.

I can not remember if I was alone at this point or if the woman who(m) I will mention later was with me or not, it is possible that I went here alone and then returned with the woman later, but I can not remember so maybe I will type both possibilities because I am not sure.

The woman working in this facility seemed a bit like a tough but fair military police officer, she was interrogating a pregnant female humanoid kangaroo-like alien who had custom-built heavy-looking (it was probably light, but looked heavy like body armor from the Gears Of War video games) dark metal-like alien body armor custom-built by this alien herself, and so the body armor was of interest as well and maybe it was removed from the alien to be studied.

The interrogation and conditions seemed humane and fair, it did not seem like aliens were kept prisoner against their will usually, unless maybe it seemed necessary; but they probably were taken for interrogation against their will if they refused because they wanted to interrogate every new alien found to make sure that they were not a threat probably, but I have no idea.

The woman took a break from her interrogation of the alien to talk with me, I gave her the alien object and alien information that I had found and learned, and she took it to the secure storage and research area and thanked me.

We said a few other things that I can not remember and maybe I briefly talked with the female alien making sure that she was okay and being treated well and maybe asking her about her unborn baby and her custom-built body armor that impressed me, and I asked her if she needed anything.

The female alien and her unborn baby were doing well and probably did not need anything, and I said goodbye and I left to maybe walk home or somewhere else.

While I was still close to downtown I accidentally ended up in a conversation with a woman with white skin with long red hair who looked a bit like a combination of the PA AM and the musician Miley Cyrus back when she had long brown hair, I was walking and we maybe said hello and commented on something that just happened, and it accidentally started a conversation.

We started to walk and talk away from the downtown area like I was on my way home, we seemed to have an instant connection and our conversation and connection kept growing stronger as we walked and talked, and we talked about many things and it was a very positive and energizing and comfortable experience.

I became so relaxed and felt so close to her that I opened up about things that most of my family members (people outside my direct family (parents and siblings) do not know, I remember us smiling and laughing and being very energized by our conversation and time together, and I even took her to The E House to see where my mom’s parent’s and siblings used to live but it is now empty since my grandparent’s died.

I gave her a brief tour of mostly the outside while telling her various memories and stories about The E House and my mom’s side of the family that took place there during my life, and then we started walking back downtown continuing our great conversation.

I possibly took her to the secret underground facility but I can not remember, maybe she was part of the secret organization as well but I can not remember if this happened or not or if this was true or not, and I remember having such a good time with her that I did not want our conversation and time together to end.

I probably woke up as we reached downtown, and that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that there was more that I can not remember before and during and after this.

The end,

-John Jr

May 2, 2016 | Dream Journal | A Powerful Witch Drains The Life Force Of Another Witch

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I slept well, I did not voice record my dreams, and I woke up and went back to sleep several times because I needed to use the bathroom but I just kept going back to sleep instead so I forgot all of my dreams except for barely part of the end of my last dream from last night.

All that I can remember of the dream is that it took place during the day, I could be wrong but the dream possibly started showing several women who would probably be called witches talking at a grocery store or outside of one that looked like the BB Grocery Store on the Westside of the city of D, and in this dream there seemed to be real magic or powers through what I assume was witchcraft that was supernatural and/or paranormal.

The women were like normal people and were not acting evil or anything like the false stereotype of witches, they were just people who could use real witchcraft (magic) it seemed and this somewhat reminded me of witches on the television series True Blood, and maybe most people still did not know that there was real witchcraft (magic) and that some people could do it.

They seemed to be using their magic for good and neutral purposes usually, the women were probably friends or would at least meet sometimes since they had magic in common, and one of the women was a woman with dark brown skin with black hair wearing maybe a bandanna (kerchief).

At some point this woman went home because a man was coming over to visit her, maybe a date, and while she was at home preparing things she started using some of her magic doing something that possibly involved flowers or something to make things more romantic.

She suddenly remembered that there used to be a powerful witch, who was possibly in another dimension now like maybe she had been killed or something like that but was able to survive partly in another dimension, but I can not remember.

She decided to use her magic to communicate or visit this powerful witch to bring her some flowers or something nice that she used to like, hoping to bring some joy to this powerful witch who was in this other dimension, and she was able to find and communicate with this powerful witch.

Unfortunately the powerful witch suddenly drained a lot of the life force (energy or vitality) from the woman, because she needed it to restore her body and magic enough to escape this dimension, but first she needed to use it to slowly heal and repair her body and magic until she could escape this dimension finally after all of these years.

The woman was now almost completely drained and she now looked very old, she was too weak to even get out of bed, and so she could only lay there like she was close to death.

The man arrived at her door and knocked but he got no answer, he somehow immediately knew that something was wrong, and so he started knocking loudly and yelling her name but he still go no response.

The man then hit the door several times until he forced it open, he found the woman on the bed looking old and drained, and he started to panic and wanted to call for an ambulance.

This was magic related and could not be logically explained and would possibly reveal that magic was real so the woman probably told him to not call an ambulance, she could barely talk, but she tried to explain what had happened.

The man knew that she needed help but he did not know what to do, he wanted to contact one or more of her witch friends but he did not know how to contact them, and maybe the woman lost consciousness before she could tell him how to contact them.

He then tried to find a way to contact them because he knew that she needed to be stabilized and that they needed to get her life force back from the powerful witch before it was too late, because eventually the powerful witch would be restored enough to leave the dimension and she would probably be too powerful to stop, but I woke up as he was maybe calling phone numbers trying to contact her friends.

The end,

-John Jr

September 16, 2009? | May 2, 2016 | Miscellaneous | Angel’s Egg (John Jr’s Personal Interpretation)

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I just found an old text file of probably a rough draft of a post that I used to have on my blog years ago back when my blog was on Windows Live Spaces, it is probably not the last (final) version, but at least I can save some of it by adding this back to my blog even if it is outdated and poorly typed.

Several years ago, probably during one of my lonely depressive periods, I got the crazy idea/inspiration to type my own personal interpretation (if that is the correct word), of a Japanese anime (animated) film or original video animation (OVA) called Angel’s Egg by Mamoru Oshii and Yoshitaka Amano.

It (This) was probably my longest (most) time-consuming single personal writing project ever and I worked on it non-stop until it was complete, and it took me several hours to type.

After typing it, I did not bother to go back to do much editing and I probably went to my grandfather’s house to check on him (get his mail, wash his dishes, give him his medicine, give him his food, talk with him, et cetera), and I decided to keep it in its mostly original state because it was a work of crazy creative energy that I can not replicate/copy/et cetera again; and to me it is a work of art in its own way.

It is/was somewhat cryptic, vague, strange, confusing, mysterious, personal, poorly and oddly typed, hard to read, et cetera; but it will make more sense if read while and/or after watching the Angel’s Egg animated film (OVA).

Here is my own crazy piece of written art/whatever, in all of its crazy poorly typed and hard to read and hard to understand glory/craziness😀 :

Angel’s Egg (John Jr’s Personal Interpretation)

The hands are Hers/Mine.

The hand is His/Mine.

The Bird In The Egg/My Subconscious sleeps/dreams/thinks in a Lonely Place/My Brain.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious stands looking/daydreaming/thinking at The Giant Machine/Part Of My Brain That Stores Memories as it lands in a Lonely Place/My Brain.

The Statues on the The Giant Machine/Part Of My Brain That Stores Memories are parts of Myself/Memories From My Past.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious asks:

“Who? Who Are You?”, but no one replies.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious awakes with an egg.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious protects the egg and keeps it close.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious stares out of a window daydreaming/thinking.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious goes to collect Water/Illusions in bottles.

While looking at a lake of Water/Illusions, The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious starts to daydream/think of sinking in the Water/Illusions, a possible future.

During the journey a wave of red machines/new thoughts/new beliefs/new ideas come passing by.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious leaves the wave that is passing by, stops, and stares at The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious runs, not knowing this/the stranger.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious escapes and starts to search for sustenance and a new bottle for collecting Water/Illusions.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious hears a bell while trying to put Water/Illusions in the new bottle at a fountain of Water/Illusions with statues of fishermen, and starts to run as the bell sounds.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious escapes and stops to replenish.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious finally sets the egg down and goes to stare at a body of Water/Illusions, while daydreaming/thinking.

On the way back to the egg, The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious sees The Man/Part Of My Conscious sitting and waiting.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious stands with the egg in hand and says:

“Keep Precious Things Inside You, Or You Will Lose Them.”, and hands over the egg.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious takes the egg, as the bell sounds once again.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious asks:

“What Do You Think Is Inside That Egg?”.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious says:

“I Can’t Tell You Things Like That.”.

“Besides, I Don’t Even Know Who You Are.”.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious says:

“You Have To Break An Egg If You Are To Know What Is Inside.”.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious starts to run but stops to ask:

“Who Are You?”, but no reply.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious walks off but is followed by The Man/Part Of My Conscious, and says:

“Don’t Follow Me!”, but no reply.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious and The Man/Part Of My Conscious continue to walk, but they stop to take a break.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious offers some Water/Illusions in a bottle to The Man/Part Of My Conscious, but it is refused and the walk continues.

While walking the statues of the fishermen run by, The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious says: “The Fish Have Come Out.”, and The Man/Part Of My Conscious says: “Fish?”, The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious says: “Even Though The Fish Are Not Anywhere, Still They Chase After Them.”.

The fishermen with harpoons are chasing the shadows of big fish, the fisherman are just elements of a dream The Bird In The Egg/My Subconscious is dreaming, and they are being used to chase after what is thought to be real but is only shadows of reality, because this is a dream.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious and The Man/Part Of My Conscious walk to the ruins of a church, and The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious goes inside but The Man/Part Of My Conscious stays outside.

The church ruins represent something that was mostly destroyed, but still survives in some form.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious is one form that survived, and has kept the egg close and protected it ever since.

This is verified when The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious looks in the window and sees a reflection that shows that they are connected, and The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious is all that is left from the ruins of the church.

After leaving the ruins of the church The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious leads The Man/Part Of My Conscious to a special place, and says:

“Please, My Egg, Don’t Do Anything To It.”, and then says: “This Way.”.

Inside The Man/Part Of My Conscious sees a tree that is carved in stone and says:

“I’ve Seen A Tree Like This Somewhere.”, and asks: “Where Was It?”, then answers: “So Long Ago That I’ve Forgotten.”.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious then says:

“Somewhere Under A Sky Where The Clouds Made Sounds As They Moved The Black Horizon Swelled And From It Grew A Huge Tree, It Sucked The Life From The Ground And Its Pulsing Branches Reached Up As If To Grasp For Something; The Giant Bird Sleeping Within The Egg.”.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious asks:

“What Happened To The Bird? Where Is It?”.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious answers:

“It’s Still There Now, Still Dreaming.”.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious asks:

“Dreaming? What Kind Of Dream Does The Bird Dream?”.

The Man/Part Of My Conscious answers/asks:

“What Is In The Egg? You Still Cannot Tell Me?”, but no response.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious then leads The Man/Part Of My Conscious up a long spiral stairway with many bottles filled with Water/Illusions, and bones/fossils of non-human animals on the walls that represents things from the past.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious stops to put down a new bottle filled with Water/Illusions and The Man/Part Of My Conscious asks:

“Since When Have You Been Here?”, “As Many Days As There Are Bottles?”, then says: “I Too Have Forgotten Where I’m From, And Maybe I Didn’t Know From The Beginning Where I Am Going.”.

The Young Woman/Part Of My Conscious asks:

“Will You Be Going Away?”, but no response.

It starts to rain and The Man/Part Of My Conscious says:

“I Will Wipe From The Earth Man Whom I Have Created, Man And Beast, Crawling Creatures, And Birds Of The Air As Well; For I Regret That I Made Them”.

“I Will Send Rain On The Earth For Forty Days And Forty Nights, And I Will Wipe From The Ground Every Living Thing I Have Made.”.

“And After Seven Days The Waters Of The Flood Came Upon The Earth, On That Very Day All The Fountains Of The Great Deep Burst Forth, And The Floodgates Of The Heavens Were Opened.”.

“And Rain Fell On The Earth Forty Days And Forty Nights, But The Ark Floated On The Surface Of The Waters.”.

“All Flesh That Moved On The Earth Died; Birds, Cattle, Wild Animals, All Creatures That Creep On The Earth, And All Men.”.

“Only Noah And Those With Him In The Ark Were Left, Then He Sent A Dove To See If The Waters Had Abated From The Surface Of The Ground, And Then He Waited Another Seven Days, And Again Sent Forth The Dove From The Ark But She Did Not Return To Him Any More.”.

“Where Did The Bird Land?”.

“Or Maybe It Weakened And Was Swallowed By The Waters, No One Could Know, So The People Waited For Her Return; They Waited And Grew Tired Of Waiting.”.

“They Forgot They Had Released The Bird; Forgot There Was A Bird.”.

“They Even Forgot There Was A World Sunken Under Water.”.

“They Forgot Where They Were From; How Long They Traveled; And Where They Were Going.”.

“It Was So Long Ago That The Animals Have Turned To Stone.”.

“The Bird I Saw, I Can’t Even Remember Where Or When, It Was So Long Ago.”.

“Perhaps It Was A Dream.”.

“Maybe You And I And The Fish Exist Only In The Memory Of A Person Who Is Gone.”.

“Maybe No One Really Exists And It Is Only Raining Outside.”.

“Maybe The Bird Never Existed At All.”.

Among these words from a modified/similar version of the story of Noah in the Christian Bible, you see that The Man/Part Of My Conscious is showing doubt and is questioning existence, and seems to be affected/effected by this place of Water/Illusions and Bones/Fossils/Thing From The Past.

You also finally see that The Man is My Present Emerging Conscious, and The Young Woman is My Present Old Conscious.

Being My Present Emerging Conscious puts The Man in a position of being present, but not fully emerged yet, and so doubts and questions still remain.

Being My Present Old Conscious puts The Young Woman in a position of being present, but is stuck in the past, and is trapped in illusions.

A few moments later The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious says:

“It Exists, It’s Here, It’s Here, It’s Here!”.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious leads The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious to the bones/fossils on a wall of a human-like creäture with wings, and says:

“I Found It, It’s Already Turned To Stone, It’s In Here.”.

“I’m Going To Hatch It And Put It Back.”.

“It’s The Bird I Found.”.

The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious says:

“I Know That, …. I Thought So.”.

The plan of The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious is now clear to The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious, and it is clear that The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious is trapped mostly in the past and in illusions of the past, present, and future.

The egg is not The Bird In The Egg/My Subconscious or even the human-like creäture with wings (which really is only something from the past); but the egg is actually just an illusion of things past, present, and future.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious has been trapped in these illusions and has been living in the past, and the plan to hatch the egg will fail and the egg will never hatch.

The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious knows the only way to truly emerge and free The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious from the illusions, is to destroy the egg, but doing so will probably mean the end/death of The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious.

The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious hoped that it would not come to that and wanted to find a way to prevent that, but sadly/unfortunately was not able to find another way/a way to prevent that.

Later in a bedroom The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious sits on the floor and asks:

“Can you hear something?”.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious sits on the floor listening to the egg and answers:

“I Can Hear It, The Sound Of Soft Breathing.”.

The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious says:

“That’s Your Breathing.”.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious says:

“I Can Hear The Sound Of Wings.  It Must Be Dreaming Of Flying In The Sky.”.

The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious says:

“That’s Just The Sound Of The Wind Outside.”.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious says:

“Very Soon, Right Now You’re In Here Dreaming, But Soon I Will Show You, Very Soon.”.

“So You Must Stay Here For Now, Here It Doesn’t Rain, Here It Is Warm.”.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious starts to fall asleep, and so The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious lays The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious in bed.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious then asks: “Who Are You?”, and The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious asks: “Who Are You?”, and The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious falls asleep with the egg near by.

The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious sits on the floor knowing what needs to be done and waits in sadness for a while, and then takes the egg and crushes it; and then leaves.

Later The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious awakes/awakens/wakes up and screams in shock and terror after seeing the crushed egg on the floor.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious runs outside and sees The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious in the distance, and starts to chase/run after The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious, but The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious falls off of a cliff.

The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious sees a body of water while falling and falls into it, and sinks to the end/death.

Out of the mouth of The Young Woman/My Present Old Conscious several eggs float to the surface, showing the release of the illusions, and a flood starts to wash away some of the places once traveled.

Further out near a beach and a sea The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious watches as The Giant Machine/Part Of My Brain That Stores Memories rises into the air carrying Statues/Parts Of Myself/Memories From My Past, and a statue of The Young Woman/My Former Present Old Conscious is now on The Giant Machine/Part Of My Brain That Stores Memories, being carried away as well.

The Man/My Present Emerging Conscious stands there watching as The Giant Machine/Part Of My Brain That Stores Memories continues to rise higher and higher and higher as it becomes clear that this is only one island in the vastness of the planet that is My Brain.

The End,

-John Jr:)

May 1, 2016 | Daily Prompt | Scars

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The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Scars, and this is what it said:

Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt. Not sure how to participate? Here are the steps to get started.

And this is my response:

Pauline Croze – Cicatrices (Scars) lyrics by Lyrics.wikia.com/:

English translation by Google Translate

The end,

-John Jr