*These were just dreams, and so please do not add me to a terrorist watch list or anything like that, thank you. 😀 *
Last night I had several unusual & realistic dreams that were confusing, because I can not remember the important parts of each dream, and so my unusual actions in each dream are not clear & I am not sure the exact circumstances of each dream; and so I will be making wild guesses sometimes as I try to explain these dreams.
The first dream that I remember is Very unclear and I am not sure how it started, I just remember being in the middle of a small battle during the day in the woods near my parent’s house and in my parent’s yard.
This is a wild guess here but I am guessing that some regular people & some soldiers who might have defected/quit/left the military were fighting against a larger group of soldiers who were better equipped; and I was in the middle of this small battle, which I think started in the woods, but we got pushed back into the neighborhood & into my parent’s yard, due to the other soldiers being better equipped and having us out-numbered.
I remember that the other soldiers stayed in the woods and they started to shoot artillery at us, which would kill several people at a time if you were too close to the explosions, they were using some artillery that reminded me of some designed by Germany(?) back during World War II maybe or something (but I do not know artillery well, so that is a wild guess), maybe another country, and The United States (USA).
We did not stand a chance against their artillery and so I started to climb my parent’s fence to move out of their range, and the others started to charge toward the woods to prevent them from being able to use their artillery if we got too close and/or before they could re-adjust the range of their weapons; I stopped to decide if I should stay further back or should I run closer toward the woods, but then I woke up.
My next dream is also Very unclear and I am not sure how it started, but I think that my family was going to go to a birthday party for my brother GC; but a small family emergency happened that caused my family to have to go to the hospital, maybe one of my indirect family members was having a baby or maybe one of my other brothers had a minor injury or something but I am not sure.
My family drove to the hospital, except my brother GC and I drove to the hospital parking lot, and I guess we were going to have his party there or something maybe; while the rest of the family was inside the hospital.
It was during the day and the parking lot that we were in was mostly abandoned & next to an empty field, and so it was a nice area to have a birthday party & we would be able to easily check on whoever was in the hospital.
Slowly some of my brother GC’s former classmates and some of his college classmates started to come to the parking lot for the birthday party, and we all talked.
At some point either this was a memory from another dream or this happened, I remember dropping off one of GC’s former classmates at his family’s house; and later I remember returning to that same house to give him something that he had either forgotten or that I decided to give to him & his family, I think it was some groceries or something like that.
He was not home at the time and so I gave the groceries or whatever to an older woman who appeared to be his grandmother and another woman who appeared to be his mom, and walking down their street was a man who looked at me but he did not smile or wave back when I smiled & I waved at him, as I drove away.
I returned to the parking lot, but something serious happened but I can not remember what happened exactly; my wild guess is that maybe some soldiers attacked us, some of us died, some of us ran into the hospital, and the rest of us fought the soldiers until we defeated them & we took their weapons.
We then had assault rifles & rifle carbines, sub-machine guns, hand guns, maybe a RPG (Rocket Propelled Grenade Launcher), maybe a grenade, and maybe a portable anti-aircraft weapon, and maybe a few other things; and I think that my brother GC either died in that attack or he might have died in the next attack.
All of this is unclear and I am not sure what all happened or why, but the next attack came from the air, either Air Force One and/or their escort attacked us from the air; this is a wild guess but I am guessing that President Barack Obama and some other people probably had given some orders that might have resulted in the attack in the first dream & in this dream, and they were probably trying to flee in Air Force One.
My wild guess is that they were going to flee like cowards while us regular people got killed, arrested, or whatever due to their decisions & commands; and that they would go to a secure location so that they could continue to give orders while staying safe from attack; I am not sure what was going on exactly, that is just a wild guess.
Whatever had happened to us was so serious that us survivors who were willing to fight seemed to have decided that we would not let President Obama and the others escape alive and/or allow them to keep making decisions that were hurting people; and we saw Air Force One taking off from an airport near by and we got attack by them and/or an escort as they were flying over our area.
They just happened to be taking off near where we were, and we defended ourselves with the portable anti-aircraft weapon but we only had one shot & we probably destroyed the escort; and so we had to all shoot Air Force One with our automatic weapons as they were still trying to gain altitude, and so we had a chance to actually shoot them down if we were lucky.
Whatever had been done to us and/or we were afraid of continuing was so bad I guess that our only focus was to kill President Obama, the other higher level people with him, and anyone who tried to stop us; I remember us shooting Air Force One with all we had, as they were trying to gain altitude, but our bullets were not doing enough damage.
But someone either hit one of the engines with a bullet or some bullets and/or the RPG, and so they stopped gaining altitude and I remember us shooting & shooting & reloading as Air Force One was smoking from one engine/one of the engines was smoking & they did an emergency landing in the field.
All of this seemed pretty realistic, even though it does probably not seem like it if you are reading this, Air Force One was low enough for this to be done; and we had some military weapons to do it, but it took a lot of effort on our part.
Air Force One landed in the field without being damaged during the landing really or not much, and I started to shoot at the cockpit with my assault rifle & I managed to shoot the windows out after many shots & I shot the co-pilot & the pilot as they were waiting for The United States Secret Service to come & defend them.
My only focus was to live long enough to kill President Obama at least and hopefully anyone else who had done and/or was doing whatever was so bad that had caused us normally peaceful people to defend ourselves & then attack our own leader(s)/government/military/intelligence community(?)/whoever; I guess we wanted to stop them from escaping like cowards, we wanted to stop them from being able to give the orders to hurt more people, and we probably wanted revenge.
I was not afraid and my main focus was to kill President Obama and anyone in my way, two or three or more Secret Service Agents jumped from the broken cockpit to prevent us from boarding Air Force One; they reminded me of agents from the film The Matrix, they had black suits, black ties, black shades, and they seemed to have no fear either.
I respected their courage and they forced us to take cover, and I had to reload my assault rifle; and The Secret Service Agents had us pinned down at first, they seemed to be trying to distract us long enough for the other agents to either prepare defenses inside Air Force One and/or to give them time to get President Obama & the people with him away from Air Force One.
I realized that they were distracting us and so I did something crazy in my effort to try to reach President Obama so that I could kill him, I ran out of cover/from behind cover, which surprised the few Secret Service Agents; and I shot them.
The others and I then ran to the cockpit area to try to board Air Force One, but a few more Secret Service Agents inside shot at us and we shot back killing them and maybe a few other people; but we found out that The Secret Service Agents had the first area full of innocent people who they were using as shields and as distractions, and so I told the others to stop shooting.
We managed to kill the few Secret Service Agents who were using the innocent people as shields and distractions, and I stood outside of the plane helping people get off of the plane; and my mission then became to help the innocent people escape before we killed President Obama and whoever else was with him.
I had run out of bullets and so I picked up one of the dead Secret Service Agent’s sub-machine guns, I helped people get off of the plane one-at-a-time, I gave orders for the others to secure the area where the innocent people were, I gave orders for the others to also secure the outside of Air Force One so that President Obama & the people with him could not escape, but there was not enough of us to secure the back of the plane.
I told the people who we were saving to run into the hospital, but some of them joined us & they picked up weapons from some of the dead Secret Service Agents; but I was afraid that some Secret Service Agents might be pretending to be with the innocent people, and so I told the others to be on the look out for surprise attacks by Undercover Secret Service Agents.
I kept trying to look around for threats as I helped people off of the plane, I had my sub-machine gun in one hand, I helped people off of the plane with my other hand, I was giving orders to people inside the plane & outside of the plane, and I was hoping that President Obama & the people with him had not escaped; and so I was eager to get everyone else off of the plane as fast as I could so that I could kill President Obama & the people with him before they escaped, if they had not already escaped.
I remember seeing a few kids and babies who parent’s could not be found, maybe their parents were accidentally killed during the shoot-out or something, and so I kept asking people who the babies & kids were for but no one knew; and so I had to hold a baby in one hand, and I told some of the other people to take the other kids & babies inside of the hospital with them.
The baby who I was holding was very young and it held on to me like a baby monkey or something, it gripped me very hard like babies do when they are very young usually, it was gripping me so well that the baby probably would not have fallen even if I had let go 😀 ; I was holding the baby in one hand, I had my sub-machine gun in the other hand, I was still helping people off of the plane, I was still looking for threats, and I was still giving out orders. 😀
We were stretched too thin & we did not have enough people & we had no training in combat and clearing out all the people was too big of a distraction, but their safety was more important to me than killing President Obama & the people with him, but my main focus was still to at least kill President Obama (all I know is that President Obama was not to escape, he was my main focus it seemed, and I only wanted to at least kill him before I died) even if it would cost me my life & I had no fear & there was to be no talking/no compromise, just killing, no mercy, no surrender, & I was not to let anything or anyone stop me from at least killing President Obama; but I woke up as I was still holding the baby, and doing everything else.
-John Jr 🙂