A Dream Or Daydream Within A Dream?

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Dream 1

Last night I barely remember part of two dream fragments, with the first dream fragment taking place at my parent’s house, and I was working on my computer; but then a boy or girl came to give me a message or something.

I think that it was a boy but the gender of the young person might have changed in the dream but I am not sure, I just remember thinking that the boy looked like he probably was the younger brother of a woman who I knew in the dream (but who I do not know in real life); the woman’s name was Cherry or Sheri or Cheri or Chairy or Shariy or Chary or Shary or something like that.

I asked the boy if he was the brother of Cherry / Sheri / whoever, and he said yes.

I can not remember what his message was from Cherry / Sheri / whoever and I forgot most of the dream, but I remember the boy asking me questions about my computer; and so I started teaching him about fixing computers & about computer stuff since he was interested in learning.

I was going to let him use my laptop but I noticed that a button was broken on it.

The boy was pretty smart and I had a good time teaching & explaining computer stuff to him, I can not remember what happened exactly, but I think that the boy walked off to go to the bathroom or something; and then I guess I woke up in another dream, so that probably was a dream or daydream within a dream.

I woke up in another dream by the computer and my mom & several other people were in the room, and they asked me who had I been talking to or who was I talking to; and I said the boy, and that he had went to the bathroom or something.

My mom & the others asked what boy, and I said that he was Cherry’s/Sheri’s/whoever brother; but they said that they had not seen/heard any boy or anyone enter or leave or in the house, and so I assumed that I had dreamed or daydreamed that but I did not realize that I was still in another dream.

I had some more dreams before and after this, but that is all that I can remember except for part of one other dream.

Dream 2

I was in a city that reminded me of the city in my dream that I had not long ago where there was an area that had old train carts connected & air conditioned as a recreational area for the public, but I can not remember most of the dream.

I just remember going to a building and then going to a class, probably a college class, and our teacher/professor was a man; and some of my former classmates were there, like DS.

I remember something about me being a good student, and then the dream slowly started to get a bit weird; and something happened in the class that can not remember.

I remember floating/gliding/jumping high/flying around the ceiling to avoid whatever was happening in the class, and then I probably tried to escape the building; but I can not remember exactly, and then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

Talking With William Shatner

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The night before last I remember part of one dream where I was in a house talking with William Shatner, my dad, and maybe one or two other people.

We walked around the house talking while doing various other things and Mr. Shatner & my dad & the others (if they were there), were talking about the past and how things have changed, and so it was nice getting to listen to their various stories / memories / et cetera.

I would ask questions and join in the conversation at times, but I mostly listened & learned things about the past.

I remember that the dream took place during the day, it seemed to be morning from the windows in the house, the kitchen/dinning room had nice lighting & a view to/from the outside.

I am not sure how this happened, but at some point I walked into a room that looked like the living room of my grandfather’s house; and one or more of my family members from my mom’s side of the family were there along with some unknown people.

My aunt SE was among the group of people and I sat down next to her on a couch to listen to everyone talk, and at some point the conversation turned toward me when I answered someone’s question in a way that made them start asking me very personal questions for some reason.

Here is some of the conversation, which felt more like an interrogation to me, and I was uncomfortable; and everyone was focused on me:

Unknown person: Do you go to church?

Me: No, not any more, but I used to.

Another person: Do you pray?

Me: No, not any more, but I used to.

At some point the topic of Race started, and I told them that I think that we are all one species / Race, and that to me the current Race system is really just a social club / social identification system / social construct that I do not support; and that I only consider myself Human (as far as I know, but I never had a DNA test done to prove that yet 😀 ) and I do not identify with any Race/Social Group, which made no sense to them.

My Aunt SE: So do you think that people treat you differently since your mom has whitish colored skin and your dad has brownish colored skin?

Me: Some people probably do, probably, but I do not have any examples that I know of to know for sure at this time; but one could easily assume that Some people might treat me differently because of that, but it is not something that I focus on or worry about really. *I wonder what is the point of her question*”

They kept asking me question after question, which made me more uncomfortable, and I feared them going any deeper with their religion themed questions; because I did not feel like trying to explain things that they probably could not understand, and we already were not agreeing on anything.

I got so uncomfortable that I accidentally woke myself up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂