John Jr Scares Chucky

Seed of Chucky poster, version 2
Seed of Chucky poster, version 2 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

Last night I remember part of three dream fragments, with the first dream fragment taking place in an unknown building, and I was there with my dad and my cousin DE.

This was one of my Deep Dreams (I guess you could call them that), which are somewhat rare, and in these dreams there are usually toys & various other objects & memories from my childhood; in these types of dreams, it seems/feels like my mind taps into old memory banks in my brain & it explores them in the dream state or something.

The building was dimly lit and it probably appeared to be a red colored brick(ed) multi-floor/story building in an unknown city, and the building appeared to be abandoned.

I remember my dad, my cousin DE, and I walking around making sure that the building was clear & we tried to secure all the doors & windows; and I remember feeling/sensing that there was possibly a threat that was somewhere near and/or would come at some point, but the building itself felt safe.

As we cleared the building and as we tried to secure all the windows & doors, I remember that we found some old toys & other objects from my childhood, and we found an underground entrance to the underground museum-like place of ancient cultures or something like that probably that has been in a few of my dreams before in the past.

Like in the other dreams the underground entrance to the underground museum-like place of ancient cultures was a sturdy metal bunker hatch/door or sewer type round hatch/door with maybe some concrete around it or something like that, but we did not enter the entrance, because I wanted to make sure that the building was safe first and I wanted to secure the building to prevent any possible threats from entering the building while we were exploring the underground museum-like place of ancient cultures.

I remember doubling checking that the windows and doors of the building were secured with extra chains & various other things, and I remember that there was a shelf near one of the windows; and on the shelf were some of my old stuff animal toys from my childhood & a fictional Chucky-like doll that looked somewhat like Chucky from the Chucky horror films.

I used to be afraid of Chucky as a child and he used to haunt some of my dreams, until I finally faced him in a dream once, and then I was no longer afraid of Chucky; ever since then, I usually kill him when he appears in my dreams, and I have killed him several times in dreams throughout the years but he still sometimes comes back.

Every time he is in one of my dreams, he is trying or wanting to do something negative, usually trying to kill or hurt someone, and I usually end up having to kill him; and I probably would still kill him anyway, since I hate him for haunting my childhood & I vowed never to let him terrify my dreams again. πŸ˜€

*Note to my Dream Security: There is a Kill Order on Chucky, if Chucky is ever spotted in my dreams, please kill him on site/sight & destroy his body (I usually burn it if I can); thank you. πŸ˜€ *

Anyway, I checked to make sure that the Chucky-like doll was not alive and I checked to make sure that he was not Chucky, and he was not alive & he was not Chucky; but I sensed that maybe the threat that I sensed/felt was/would be Chucky.

I could see out of the window that was near the shelf that had some of my old stuffed animal toys on it, and outside it was during the day & I could see part of an alleyway with maybe a large trash dumpster underneath the window & I could see part of a fence; and the window was up higher from the ground & so someone would have to climb on the dumpster & climb up to reach the window, and so I guess we were on the second floor maybe.

It seemed that the building might have been in a quiet corner of some unknown city, but I could not see any people, automobiles, or other buildings from the alleyway.

I took a moment to look at some of my old stuffed animal toys and I noticed that the chain on the window was not properly secured & so I stopped to properly secure it, and I told my cousin DE that we would explore the underground museum-like place of ancient cultures when I finished my last check of the building’s defenses; and my cousin DE walked off to another area to continue the security check with my dad.

As I was still securing the window properly, I then noticed someone standing on the large dumpster outside below the window, and then I felt/sensed the strong feeling that showed that person was the threat that I had felt/sensed the entire dream; and it was Chucky standing on the dumpster smiling with an evil grin while looking in my direction.

I was a bit shocked at first and he did not seem to see me at first, and when I realized that it was Chucky, I went into a frenzy; and I started trying to undo the chains & locks on the window so that I could jump out of the window & kill Chucky AGAIN. πŸ˜€

I started talking trying to tell Chucky that he was not going to come into my dream & try to terrify me & that I was not afraid of him & that I was going to kill him again if I could and Chucky saw me and when he realized who I was, his face changed from a confident evil grin into a terrified face of fear, and he seemed to have remembered that I have brutally killed him in several dreams in the past.

I am not sure if he started trying to run away or not, I was too busy trying to get the window open, and I woke up. πŸ˜€

My second dream took place in a classroom and my aunt DE & my uncle EG were the substitute teachers for my class, and I remember the dream being like an old elementary class or something but I was an adult still or almost an adult; and the dream was just a boring regular classroom experience, but it was pretty realistic, but that is all that I can remember.

The last dream took place in a small room with a boxing ring and a small crowd of people and I were watching various forms of entertainment, one of which was an entertainment wrestling match with Stone Cold Steve Austin beating up a man to entertain the crowd; and I went into the ring at some point.

Mr. Austin was having fun & he was trying to make the crowd laugh, and he put the knocked out (he was faking, this was entertainment wrestling πŸ˜‰ ) man on a table & he looked at the crowd trying to see what they wanted him to do next; and I was standing behind Mr. Austin for some strange reason.

Mr. Austin did not know that I was there and his back was facing me as he looked at the crowd smiling, and then he ran against the ropes & he acted like he was going to jump on the table to do his finishing move (The Stone Cold Stunner or something like that πŸ˜€ ) on the man through the table; but he was only joking, and him & the crowd started to laugh.

I guess that I was going to stop Mr. Austin if he decided to slam the man through the table or something, because I left out of the ring once I saw that he was not going to slam the man through the table; and I went back into the crowd.

More and more people were coming into the building, and a few celebrities would come into the building to join the crowd; and this would cause a big scene that distracted many people from the entertainment.

One of the celebrities was Arnold Schwarzenegger who was wearing a more causal cream-colored checkered suit coat with brown dress-like pants, he wore a big ring on one of his fingers, and I think he had a cigar; and he sat in a sit in front of me with another celebrity.

Each celebrity seemed to be trying to have a bigger entrance than the other celebrities, and I remember hearing Mr. Schwarzenegger complain that he should have had a bigger reception from the crowd, since he was more famous than some unknown celebrity who walked in; and I remember thinking how sad & annoying that was that these rich celebrities were complaining & trying to out-do each other to get a bigger reception from the crowd, but I realized that some people are just like that. πŸ˜€

At some point something big happened, but I can not remember what happened, and people were running & some people were getting attacked; it was almost like a riot or something, it was chaos.

I remember running to a corner of the building with my former classmate MT and something happened to me, but I can not remember what happened, and I just remember being so injured that I could not walk; and MT was trying to kill me for some reason, and I was asking him why was he trying to kill me.

I was too injured to walk, stand up, or defend myself (maybe MT had attacked me from behind or something); and so I could only lay on the ground & ask MT why was he trying to kill me, I was defenseless.

MT said that he knew that I was single and that I had no kids, and so if he killed me, there would be no wife without a husband to worry about or no kids without a father to worry about; and he said he would have killed someone else but he did not know them & that he did not want to kill someone who was married and/or who had kids, and he said that no one would really miss me if he just killed me instead & that my parent’s had several other sons & so they did not really need me.

MT then put his foot on my chest and he started to push down on my chest so that I could not breathe and he was going to kill me that way, and so I could not breathe & I was slowly dying & I could not defend myself; but then my former classmate JF came & he pushed MT out-of-the-way & maybe he even killed MT.

JF asked me if I was okay, I told him that I could now breathe but I was too injured to walk or stand, and I thanked him for saving me; but I told him to save himself, because it was too risky for him to try to help me escape through all the chaos.

But JF refused to leave me there to die, even as I tried to convince him to save himself, and I woke up as we were trying to figure out a way that we could both escape the chaos alive.

The end,

-John Jr πŸ™‚

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