August 3, 2013 | Dream Journal | Kazundo Gouda (Kazundo Gōda) + A Monk Scamming People For Money + Dashie (Charlie Guzman) + Grace Randolph = ?

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I barely remember part of one dream from last night that I think took place in an underground location/facility, and I remember having a meeting in a large open room on a circular platform above empty space with a few high level people from maybe government/intelligence/military/et cetera positions & one of them was or looked like Kazundo Gouda (Kazundo Gōda) (but I am not sure if he was animated or if he looked real) from the Japanese animated TV show Ghost In The Shell Stand Alone Complex 2nd Gig.

Mr. Gouda seemed to be a high level person in an intelligence position, I did not trust him for some reason(s), and I found him to be suspicious during our meeting; but I can not remember the meeting or what made me suspicious, and I can not remember what I was doing there or what my job was.

This part of the underground facility seemed to be a secure area that was very modern/somewhat futuristic like a scientific laboratory or something like that with thick metal walls/doors/et cetera, and fancy electronics in certain areas; and the meeting room probably had no chairs & maybe there were large TV screens along the walls where we could talk with & see people who were not in the underground facility but I am not sure.

I think that the meeting room was designed for secrecy/privacy/security/et cetera to avoid meetings being spied on, anyway at some point the meeting was over, and Mr. Gouda & I talked briefly & maybe I confronted him about some of my suspicions of/about him; and at some point Mr. Gouda left in a hurry suspiciously, and after he left reports came in proving that my suspicions were correct about Mr. Gouda.

Mr. Gouda had left the underground facility and evidence was found proving that Mr. Gouda worked for someone else/an enemy/another government and/or intelligence agency/organization/whoever, and that he had probably shared top-secret information with them; and so there was fear of an attack/whatever against us/whoever, and so we put the underground facility on lock-down; and audio/visual alarms went off, certain areas were sealed, security teams searched the area for sabotage & other possible threats, the computer systems/archives/et cetera started being checked for theft/malware/et cetera, an investigation into Mr. Gouda began, a search for Mr. Gouda began, contact was made to warn others on the outside of the facility, a short meeting about the situation was held, et cetera.

After helping get the emergency protocols started I walked off to take a break or something, and I went to a less secure area where certain people (probably family members/et cetera of people in the underground facility) had small businesses/entertainment areas/maybe classrooms/et cetera in rooms along several hallways; and a bald man who looked/dressed like maybe a Buddhist/whatever (an orangish colored monk-like robe with maybe one or more colors) monk approached me trying to get me to pay a small fee for a religious/whatever experience/something like that, I was not interested, but the monk was begging me & pushing me toward his business/temple room/whatever & so I decided to try it & I probably paid him so that he would stop bothering me.

The monk led me to a small room with maybe a reddish colored and/or orangish colored and/or yellowish colored (maybe one or more colors) door with interesting religious-looking designs, and he led me into a small dimly lit room; and the room was about the size of a storage closet that a janitor might use, and the room had religious-like designs/decorations/colors/et cetera probably related to Buddhism and/or Hinduism and/or a fake religion and/or an unknown religion.

The monk had me stand in the center of the room and he told me not to turn around during the experience/whatever, that I had to stand still while looking forward & maybe he blindfolded me but I am not sure & he explained the experience/rules/whatever but I can not remember the other details, and maybe he lit some candles/incense and/or started playing some traditional instrumental religious-like music; and the floor below/beneath my feet started to move in circles, so the floor slowly moved me in circles as I stood there looking forward & maybe the floor rose slightly but I am not sure, and maybe a probably female being/deity/Goddess was supposed to appear/be summoned at some point but I am not sure.

At some point smoke/fog started filling the room & I started to feel something against my back and/or shoulders like a fake massage from a machine or a solid object, maybe the monk said that the probably female being/Goddess/whoever was supposedly in the room now, and that she was supposedly behind me; and that I was not to turn around for any reason, which I thought was suspicious, but I continued looking forward while slowly spinning in circles because of the floor.

I felt that the monk was tricking people with a fake religious experience to make money using machines to make the floor spin & rise, music/lights/incense to set the mood, a fog/smoke machine for fog/smoke, another person dresses as the supposed probably female being/Goddess, et cetera.

At some point I decided that I was pretty confident that this was a scam to make money, and so I decided to break the rules by turning around to see the probably female being/Goddess; and as I did this I confronted the monk with my suspicions about him, I turned around to see what seemed to be a man wearing a wig & costume pretending to be a female being/Goddess/whoever, and so I pulled the wig off his head.

The monk and the man panicked as I made it obvious that I knew that this was a scam, I told them what I felt/thought about their scam, and I walked out of the room as they tried to stop me; and they begged me not to tell anyone, and oddly maybe Dashie (Charlie Guzman) from YouTube was the man who was working with the monk by wearing the wig & costume pretending to be the female being/Goddess/whoever but I am not sure.

I just know that in the hallway I saw Dashie at some point and I briefly talked with him but I can not remember the details, and then I walked to a residential part of the underground facility I guess where most of us lived in apartment houses/rooms down various hallways; and at some point I came across my family.

My family also had an extra apartment house/room that they wanted to rent out to make some extra money, then somehow the dream world changed to where we were at my parent’s real house, and that extra house/room was now the G House that my grandfather owns but in the dream it seemed that my parent’s had bought it from my grandfather; and my dad mentioned that a woman was outside the yard waiting to see the G House because she was interested in renting it, but we wanted to be cautious/strict about who we let view/rent the G House & my dad did not really feel like showing the house today & so he considered telling her that she could not see it today.

I asked him who the woman was & he said that she said that her name was Grace Randolph or some name like that & he walked off to probably tell her that she could not see the house today, and I recognized the name as maybe the Grace Randolph from YouTube; and so I walked outside to catch up with my dad to see if it was really Mrs. Randolph, outside it was daytime, and to my surprise it was Mrs. Randolph/Grace from YouTube.

Grace said that she was moving to D for some reason (work reasons probably) and that she needed a place to live, she had heard/read about the G House being for rent & so she came to see it, and so I told my dad that we should let her look at the G House & that I recognized her from the internet; and that I would show her around the G House, my dad said okay, but I woke up as I went to show Grace the G House.

The end,

-John Jr


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