July 23, 2016 | Dream Journal

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Several months ago Chris Stuckmann on YouTube made a video called, The Japanimation Era – Retro Rewind, about some of the older Japanese anime that he saw when he was a kid.

Some of those anime films I had not seen yet so I decided to download the first one he mentioned, which was called They Were Eleven, and I did not expect to like this older anime because I thought that I would not like the 1980s visual style and I thought that the dubbing would be terrible and I assumed that the anime would not have aged well and I have never heard of this anime before.

Yesterday my brother GC and I finally made ourselves watch They Were Eleven, we expected to hate it, but we both were surprised by this film because we actually liked it and it was much better than we expected; and the visual style and the dubbing was pretty good to my surprise for an anime this old:

I only remember part of the end of my last dream which once again involved my shelver job at the BP Library, and so I was inside the BP Library probably during the day.

I remember there were various computers around the library in the front or back that we employees could also use to clock in and out on the time clock, but there was something strange with these computers that I can not remember and there was something illogical and overly complex and overly specific about the use of them that you had to follow before clocking in or out.

In the dream some of my coworkers were members or supporters of Black Lives Matter (BLM) so they would sometimes wear black T-shirts with white letters that said BLM, and our branch manger Mrs. PH was one of these coworkers who I saw wearing one of these Black Lives Matter T-shirts as she sat at her desk in her office.

I remember hearing news stories and/or rumors that sounded fake or partly fake that seemed to be trying to divide people and cause tensions, specifically targeting members and supporters of groups like Black Lives Matter like they were trying to make them riot or act out aggressively against others and divide themselves to weaken and/or destroy and/or discredit movements like this (basically something like COINTELPRO), and it seemed to be working (even on some of my coworkers in the dream).

I remember thinking about this, I know that a lot of real things are happening out there because I have seen and heard and experienced some of it myself and I believe that there are many problems with the systems that are currently in control of our world, but most of these rumors and/or news stories that I heard in the dream sounded so fake and were presented in a way that seemed clearly intentionally trying to manipulate certain people and groups to make things worse.

But I woke up as I thought about this.

The end,

-John Jr

July 22, 2016 | Dream Journal

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All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day and at some point in the dream I was outside in an area with chairs outside in a field area near trees and maybe a trail, and some people including some of my former classmates where there.

I was wearing my long sleeve button shirt tucked into my dress-like Dickies work pants with my black dress-like shoes that I wore for my last few job interviews and on my first day of work at the BP Library, and at some point I sat down in one of the chairs when I noticed my former female classmate CW sitting near my former female classmate LB and my former male classmates RM and BS.

My former classmate CW looked more attractive and like she had not aged much since we graduated from high school many years ago, you could tell that she was older than back then but she looked more attractive from a distance, and at some point she and some of the others noticed me sitting down so they walked over to talk with me.

When my former classmate CW got closer I saw that she looked older and not as attractive than she had looked from a distance but she still had aged pretty well, she seemed happy to see me, and we started talking briefly with my shelver job at the BP Library being part of the conversation.

My former male classmates RM and BS stayed back and did not really say anything, and my former female classmate LB was in a very positive and playful mood and she joined the conversation with her energized mood compared to my quieter and lower energy and more shy mood.

My former classmate LB tried to energize me and get me to join in the fun, after talking with them I remember walking the trail and talking with my brother GC.

After this part of the dream I remember being at the BP Library wearing the same clothing and working on my shelver job shelving (putting items on the shelves), and several patrons stopped to ask me for help and to ask some questions.

A few of the patrons knew me and they briefly talked with me and about my job, and one of them asked if the BP Library were hiring and I told them that I did not think so and I gave them some advice.

I told them that jobs at the BP Library are sometimes posted at the official job website and that job applications are then put at the front desk, so I recommended that they sign-up for job alerts and check the front desk and ask about job openings each time that they visit the BP Library, and I encouraged them to definitely give it a try.

They thanked me and walked away, and I continued shelving and then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

July 21, 2016 | Dream Journal | Dashie (Charlie Guzman) And The Search For A Rumored Legendary Jazz/Blues Musician/Mentor

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I had some more dreams but all that I can remember of this dream or two dreams is that it or they took place during the day, the end of the dream or dreams took started at a multi-story chemical plant/construction site that was possibly dug or carved into this area because there were tall dirt/mountain-like structures around it with a lot of metal and pipes, and some construction/chemical plant-like workers with safety vest and safety glasses and hard hats.

Dashie (Charlie Guzman) from YouTube filmed several videos here in the past in the dream, and he was there again filming a gaming video of him playing a Mario Kart video game as some male workers watched.

There were other people watching as well who were fans of Dashie, and there were other people walking around the area probably playing Pokémon Go.

The Mario Kart level seemed to be inspired by this area and it had a dangerous and fun track along dirt/mountain-like structures like the ones around this area, and I think Dashie was racing as Yoshi against Donkey Kong.

After finishing the race Dashie stopped to take photographs with and talk with the workers who were fans, and other fans who had watched him while filming his gaming video.

I was probably near this area as well and I started walking around, and the next part is either part of the same dream or is another dream.

There was a multi-story building that was possibly in or near this same area, there was a classroom/office-like room with desks and chairs and windows with a view to the outside, and a male journalist with white skin was in this room doing some investigative journalism on a story involving two fictional legendary male jazz/blues musicians who he was a fan of.

During his investigating he found that there was a possibility and rumor that the two legendary jazz/blues musicians had been taught by the same musician, an older male unknown even more amazing jazz/blues musician than either of them, and the journalist wanted to go investigate this.

This rumored mentor possibly lived in another country and would be hard to find, it was not even known if his was real or if he was still alive, and so this would take a lot to uncover so he wanted to personally meet and talk with the two legendary jazz/blues musicians.

The male journalist brought this information to his boss asking for the resources to continue his investigation but his boss probably did not feel that he had enough proof to justify the expenses needed to investigate this part of his story, and so the journalist begged his boss who probably refused unless he got more proof first.

I remember the journalist being angry and sad and disappointed, he started staring out of the window listening to some sad music by the two legendary jazz/blues musicians, and I remember the music sounding like the song Almost Blue (the Chet Baker version) and some of the music from the short film Untamed:

The journalist even stopped the music and he started playing one of the sad jazz songs on maybe a trumpet, he was pretty good, and then he got an idea and he ended up calling the two legendary jazz/blues musicians asking them questions.

I can not remember what he learned but I assume that the rumors were true, but neither of them had seen their mentor in years so they wanted to see him again if he was still alive or while he was still alive.

The journalist probably wanted to plan a meeting between them and their mentor in the country where the mentor lived, he could then make this into a film documentary about it and continue his story by being there to record things and interview all of them, and so he probably ran to his boss with the news hoping to get the resources needed; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

July 20, 2016 | Dream Journal

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I got more sleep last night than the night before, not enough but better than the previous night, and I was awakened from a dream suddenly by the alarm on my mobile phone this morning so I forgot most of my dreams.

I still managed to remember part of at least one dream but I immediately started getting ready for work instead of voice recording it or thinking about it, I did not think about it at work, and so I have forgotten most of it now.

All that I can remember is that part of the dream involved kids and maybe babies with a focus on something that I can not remember, I can not remember what the kids and possibly babies were doing (maybe having fun and playing) or where they were (maybe a library at a program for kids), but I assume that what they were doing was repetitive and maybe a bit silly and fun and strange but I can not remember.

The end,

-John Jr