I had a few goofy and interesting dreams last night but I forgot some of them and I forgot part of them, the first dream that I somewhat remember took place at my grandfather’s house, but I only remember the end of the dream.
My family and I had spent the night or something like that at my grandfather’s house, and the next morning my dad left for work; and I went outside to check/get my grandfather’s mail and newspaper.
In the mail box was some mail from the last few days that no one had checked/gotten and there were various stacks of American dollars/bills/paper money & checkbooks inside the mailbox, and some of them were hard to reach & grab.
Some of the stacks of bills seemed to be money that people had put in there to pay my grandfather back for money they had borrowed or something but I was not sure, and I thought that it was a bad idea for money & checkbooks to be in the mailbox; and so I looked around to make sure that no one was watching, and I tried to collect all the money & checkbooks so that I could take them to my grandfather while hoping that no one else noticed since I was worried that someone might try to rob my grandfather if they knew that people had left money & checkbooks in his mailbox.
It was hard to neatly collect & stack everything but I did, and I was walking back toward the door when a car pulled up across the street; and I heard a female voice call my name, and so I put the stack of money & checkbooks on a fictional rail near the door hoping that no one would see it & I went to see what the woman wanted.
The woman was my former classmate DF and she was with an unknown man, and they walked into my grandfather’s yard to talk with me; and I greeted them.
DF wanted to know if my dad was here/there and I told her that he was at work, she seemed disappointed when she heard that, and she asked me to give a message to my dad.
She said that she was having problems and that she wanted to talk with my dad hoping that he could give her some advice & pray for her, since he is a preacher, and she really seemed like she needed some help/advice/someone to talk to; and so I felt a bit sorry for her, I gave her some words of encouragement, and I told her that I would give her message to my dad.
She thanked me, we said goodbye, and they walked off; and I made sure that no one was looking when I picked up the stack of money & checkbooks again, and I walked into my grandfather’s house to give the stack of money & checkbooks to him but the dream ended.
The next dream is unclear in some parts but at some point I was playing a video game that was a multi-player game that was a bit like Grand Theft Auto & Saints Row, and there were two groups to choose from; one group was The/CIA (The text said The/CIA but the audio said The/Stripes, which might have stood for the The United States (USA)) and the other group was maybe a gang or just a group of normal people, but I am not sure.
After playing the game I went to a maze-like house where my former male classmate DH and his family lived in a fictional city, and DH was either playing the same game or a Tom Clancy’s Rainbow Six-like video game; and I remember telling him about the game that I had played earlier, and then we somehow contacted and/or came across our former classmate MT & we told him about the game & he started to play it too in an online match.
DH and MT were playing the game and I wanted to play too, but I walked off to do something or get something and I got lost; and I met Jesse Ventura at some point, and we were walking outside at night near a shopping area near the maze-like house.
I had gotten lost outside and I was at this shopping area that had walkways, stores, outdoor cafes, and alleyways; and I came across Mr. Ventura who I then asked to help me find my way back into the maze-like house, and he was going to help me.
We were walking down a dark alleyway behind the shopping area to reach a wooden gate that led to the maze-like house, but a security guard or police officer saw us and it looked like we were sneaking around trying to commit crimes in the dark; and so the security guard or police officer yelled at us, and he ran at us.
For some reason we ran and so more police or the police were called, and they chased us; but Mr. Ventura used his tactical knowledge from his United States Navy Seals days to help us escape the police, their flashbangs (stun grenades) & other weapons, and their tactics.
We escaped to a warehouse-like building next to the maze-like house, SWAT was called to come after us, and soon we were forced to run into the maze-like house; and we warned DH about the situation & he lead us through the house.
I remember that there was a TV on in the house that was showing Mitt Romney on a political talk show as a guest, but some protestors in the crowd caused some problems & they had to be stopped by security; and I remember seeing DH’s mom & god son/cousin in the room where the TV was.
DH led us to an escape point in the house and he ran one way & Mr. Ventura and I ran another way outside, the police were only after Mr. Ventura & I, and they chased us to a somewhat high area over a lake that connected to a river; and so Mr. Ventura & I jumped into the water.
Mr. Ventura had used his tactical skills to get us that far, without his help we would have gotten arrested by now, and jumping into the water was part of his plan; DH was not with us and he was not being chased, and so we started swimming as the police/SWAT called for more backup & they started trying to get to us in the water but DH came in a boat & he picked us up & we left.
This part ended like the end of a level on a video game and the next level had us on the boat going up the river trying to avoid police who/whom were on land/in boats on the river/and their traps, and we successfully completed this level at some point; and we escaped.
The next level took place at night and we were at a house that was a combination of my grandfather’s house/my parent’s house/a fictional house, I was alone in a family room near a bathroom, and I heard two female voices near the bathroom; and it seemed that I had recently took a bath & got dressed, and I guess that Mr. Ventura & DH were somewhere else in the house but I am not sure.
I went to a small bedroom to watch TV while sitting in a chair in front of the TV near a book shelf in a corner, and the two women entered the room but I did not look at them since I was watching a political talk show that had Mitt Romney as a guest; and I wondered if it was a re-run of the show that I saw earlier in the dream.
The two women walked next to me and one of them said something to me but I was not paying attention, and she started to reach for the bookshelf and so I moved my legs a bit to give her some space; and then I looked to see who the woman was, and it was Ann Romney to my surprise.
The other woman was the owner of the house and probably Mrs. Romney’s friend or something like that, and then I apologized to Mrs. Romney for not paying attention to her earlier & for not moving out of her way more so that she could reach the bookshelf.
Mrs. Romney said that it was not a problem and then I told her that her husband was on the political talk show that I was watching, Mrs. Romney then looked at the TV and then she proudly smiled and said something like: “Yes, that is him/my husband.”.
She then either partly sat on the tip of my chair or stood up watching the TV & so was the other woman, and Mr. Romney had Secret Service and riot gear wearing or SWAT-like police guards.
At some point a man in the crowd started yelling something and he rushed the stage area wearing a huge Barack Obama mask, and the security started tackling him; but he kept resisting, and I wondered why the security was having a hard time dealing with him and it seemed a bit goofy.
Mrs. Romney joked: “There goes your King.” (In reference to the Obama mask, jokingly referring to Mr. Obama as The King/an alleged King-like figure)
I made a comment about how huge that Obama mask was, it was huge!
A few more people in the crowd started protesting and rushing the stage, and so security had to tackle them too; and then the Secret Service started to be more visible, and the security started to get tense.
There was a lot of struggling in a goofy way between the protestors & the security, and then the dream got even more goofy; and then top of my blog using the Able theme with its large title & tagline & huge header image was visible in the opening of a doorway near the stage that led to another room.
I wondered what and how in the world was the top of my blog showing up on TV in front of a doorway, and the dream got even more strange & goofy; and then a group of men from maybe China (Chinese) wearing traditional Chinese style clothing appeared in the room behind the image of the top of my blog, and their leader was saying something that made it seem like his group & him were going to fight Romney’s security or something.
It was like an old goofy martial arts film or something now mixed with a video game, and I was wondering if Mr. Ventura/DH/and I were going to have to help Mr. Romney’s security or something.
Romney’s security was still dealing with protestors on one side and now they were preparing to deal with the other group from the other side, and so the situation was even more tense; but I woke up.
-John Jr 🙂