A CommunityChannel Video | An International Debate About Piracy | My Grandfather CE Is Back From The Hospital | The Walking Dead: The United Kingdom & Iran Twist / Surprise?

Last night I got awakened by my brother GC, which scared me a bit because he woke me up from a dream suddenly.

He asked me: “Do you see that?!”.

In reference to some bright flashing whitish colored lights outside our window, which has a custom frosted window film, so you can not see outside unless you look closely at a few areas that have clear tape on them.

It looked strange, like spaceship lights/a strange weather phenomenon/camera flashes/muzzle flashes/or something like that.

The lights were strange and being awakened suddenly had scared me a bit, and so my fear grew a bit.

So I looked through a piece of clear tape and I saw a strange box-shaped reddish colored vehicle with flashing lights like a spaceship (like a strange ambulance/small fire truck that seemed almost spaceship-like with the strange flashing bright lights) in the road by my aunt JE’s house it seemed, and I wondered if it was a strange-looking emergency services vehicle responding to an emergency at my aunt JE’s house; and I started to feel a bit worried that another fire had started again or something else serious like that, so I went outside for a closer look but the vehicle was driving away down the street and so I told my parent’s, and I voice recorded three dreams that I somehow remembered part of and I went back to sleep and later I woke up again remembering part of a fourth dream. (Also I probably had a very slight sore throat when I woke up again and my stomach is slightly bothering me, and so maybe I am getting sick)

Dream 1

My first dream involved me being in a YouTube video and/or talking about a YouTube video with Natalie Tran(?) from the YouTube Channel CommunityChannel, and I think that the video was about the country that Natalie(?) lives in and the names/nicknames/whatever given to citizens of various countries (like American, Canadian, Iranian, French, Kiwi(?), Aussie(?), et cetera).

Natalie(?) probably talked about the country she lives in and/or was born in first and then she probably started making fun of me in a friendly way because I often (not always but I try, and even when I do use direct labels I still often make the separation in my mind and I usually only use them when I am being lazy/trying to save time/trying to talk to certain people who only understand direct labels/or by accident because they are used so often by other people) try to avoid using direct labels when referring to others and myself for example instead of calling someone Antarctican I will often say that they are a citizen of Antarctica, instead of referring to a person by their ethnic group I will often say that they are a member of that ethnic group, instead of referring to a person by their religion I will often say that they are a member/follower of that religion, et cetera.

*Jibber Jabber Alert*

I started explaining how using direct labels seem to often alter how people think of/act toward/view/et cetera other people and themselves in ways that blind them because they start seeing people/themselves as those labels instead of as a person (which often has subtle negative effects/affects that the person might not even realize), so the person often gets attached with or viewed/seen as those direct labels instead of being seen as a separate person/individual from those direct labels and only connected to/with those direct labels in some way (I know I am doing a terrible job trying to explain this 😀 ), and so basically (subconsciously/consciously) people start seeing you/thinking of you/acting toward you/having feeling of you as a direct label (Brown, Antarctican, Pagan, Anarchist, Politician, Brunette, Fat, et cetera) instead of just you as a person.

For example I am me, I am not a country, I am not a color, I am not an ethnic group, I am not a language, et cetera; but I might identify with those things or like those things or those things might be part of me in various ways, but individually they are not me and so I think that adding separation but still acknowledging those connections when appropriate when using language is a better approach than referring to people/yourself as direct labels most of the time (if any of that made sense because I am terrible at explaining my thoughts in words).

*Jibber Jabber Ends*

Anyway, the video and/or our conversation was about that and it involved our debate/conversation, and comedy because we probably made fun of each other in a friendly way and we probably imitated/mimicked each other in funny ways that allowed us to have fun and be friendly toward each other during our debate even though we disagreed with each other; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

The second dream seemed to be the opposite of the debate between Natalie(?) and I in the first dream and it took place during the day in a fictional indoor/outdoor sports-like stadium where politicians/ambassadors and military officers from various countries around the world were having a debate about the increase in piracy (robbery and violence on/under water/the sea/the ocean/et cetera on boats/ships/submarines/et cetera) around the world and what to do about it, it was almost like a UN (United Nations) gathering, and maybe I was there too but I am not sure but it seems that I was there as well.

In the center of the stadium on the lowest area was where the main meeting area was with the moderators/whoever, a man with no hair with dark brownish colored skin who was either representing a country in Africa or the UN/whoever started the meeting I think, and various politicians/military officers from around the world were seated around the stadium on various levels with some areas separated from each other.

The man talked about how piracy was increasing around the world, especially near/in Africa, and how this was an international problem that the world needed to work together to deal with; and he explained that the problem was more complex than just more police/military/security, and that it involved economic/cultural/political/educational/et cetera problems that needed to be dealt with to help with the piracy problem as well.

I was probably on one of the highest levels (maybe the fifth level, we could still see and hear the people on the lowest level) from the main meeting area in the center, and I was sitting not far from a politician from Russia and a military general from Russia who wore a military dress uniforms with many awards/ranks/et cetera on the chest of his uniform; and there were other people from various countries in our area, but the two men from Russia stood out because they got into a serious argument with another man from another country who was on a lower level from where we were sitting.

The military general from Russian got so angry that he stood up and he climbed the rail down to an empty area one level above the level where the man who he/they were arguing with was, and even the politician from Russia stood from his seat and he walked to the rail; and they both argued with the other man from a distance yelling, screaming, cursing, making threats, et cetera in heavy Russian English accents and sometimes speaking in Russian probably.

The argument was so serious that if they were on the same level they would be physically fighting in my opinion and I wondered where was the security and why no one was trying to calm them down, it seemed that the two men from Russia probably wanted to deal with piracy with more police/military/security/violence/et cetera, but the other man disagreed and he said something that seemed like an insult towards Russia; and so the politician and the general from Russia became offended/angry, and the argument started and/or got serious.

I looked around for security but I did not see any surprisingly except for a calm but somewhat rough/dangerous military-thin man sitting down behind the politician from Russia (who was standing by the rail arguing now) who had whitish colored skin with long brownish/blackish/slightly blondish colored hair in a ponytail wearing pants and a dark blueish/blackish colored long sleeve shirt with his sleeves half rolled up to where you could see an unknown dark blueish/blackish colored tattoo on one of his forearms (maybe his left forearm, but I am not sure) and he was cleaning a blackish/dark grayish colored AK-47-like assault rifle to my surprise; and I assumed that the man was a former or current special forces soldier/Spetsnaz working as a bodyguard for the politician from Russia, but the general from Russia did not seem to have a bodyguard unless his bodyguard was hidden or they shared the same bodyguard.

The bodyguard looked calm as he was cleaning his assault rifle like he did not care about the argument and he was not looking around to make sure that the politician from Russia was safe, which I thought was strange and unprofessional for a bodyguard, and I wondered how was he allowed to have an assault rifle at the meeting when I saw no one else with guns; and I wondered if he was cleaning the gun so that it would be ready if he needed to use it soon to end the argument, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

In the third dream my brother GC and I went to my grandfather CE’s house to probably check it and clean anything that needed to be cleaned while my grandfather was supposed to be at the hospital still, and I remember my brother GC and I sitting in the living room talking about my grandfather and other topics things; and then we were going to check the house and clean it, and at some point we finished talking and I walked to the kitchen to check it.

There still was food and other things in the kitchen from the family reunion on my mom’s side of the family that was about two weeks ago, especially a lot of various types of cakes in the kitchen and the breakfast room, and so I started checking the cakes to see if they were still safe to eat (I was hoping that at least some were still safe to eat because I wanted to eat some) or should they be thrown away but I heard someone moving across the house so I went to see who it was; and to my surprise it was my grandfather CE walking into the living room, who was supposed to be in the hospital, and for some reason my brother GC was gone now.

I greeted my grandfather CE and we sat down to talk, I asked him if he needed anything, and he wanted a bowl of corn flakes cereal; and so I went to the kitchen to get him a bowl of corn flakes, I put the corn flakes in a small tan/light brownish colored bowl for some reason, and I got a small school sized milk carton of milk from the refrigerator and I poured some of the milk in the bowl of corn flakes but I did not pour much milk in the bowl and I got a spoon.

I took this to my grandfather and he wanted more milk, so I poured more milk in the bowl from the carton, and then my grandfather started stirring his cereal; but suddenly he sat the bowl on a chair and he got up quickly and he grabbed a plastic urinal pan, and he quickly walked to the hallway to urinate in the pan; and so I walked into the kitchen to give him some privacy, but I found it odd how fast my grandfather got up and walked because I have not seen him move that fast in years but it was not odd enough to make me realize that I was dreaming.

Back in the kitchen I was about to check the cakes again but I heard a door open in the hallway that my grandfather was in and where his bedroom is, and so I went to see who it was and it was my aunt RE; and she closed the door and she greeted me, my grandfather was now in his room, and my aunt RE said that she had come to meet with my brother CC about something but I realized that my brother CC left back to LC yesterday and so he was not here.

I told my aunt RE this and I told her that I would call my brother CC with my mobile phone to make sure, my brother CC answered his mobile phone and he told me that he forgot about his meeting with our aunt RE, and I found this to be a bit annoying because our aunt RE wasted her time/gas driving to D to meet him but he was not even here because he forgot; and so I apologized to our aunt RE on behalf/for my brother CC, and I gave her $5 for gas money but I got awakened in the real world by my brother GC asking me about the strange bright flashing lights that he saw outside the window.

Dream 4

The fourth/last dream is a bit unclear/confusing/goofy/silly, and it involved me being with some of the cast of the TV show The Walking Dead and some fictional members of the cast.

I was in their world/show (it was not a TV show, it was real), and I remember Rick and Daryl being there among other people who(m) I did not recognize.

Rick was not the leader, but he was probably among the leadership.

The leader was a man with light brownish colored skin with black colored hair wearing a suit who I knew/felt/heard/whatever was an Iranian intelligence agent who reminded me of one of the new characters on the third season of the TV show Homeland.

The leader had some other Iranian intelligence agents/intelligence agents from Iran who were his bodyguards/goons.

One day, one of the other survivors who was a thin woman with whitish colored skin with long curly brownish/reddish colored hair and/or I heard the leader talking with some other Iranian intelligence agents about a secret/twist.

Part of the secret/twist was something silly/goofy/crazy like:

“Some of the survivors were from the United Kingdom, but they were pretending to be from the USA, even hiding their accents because the leader and the other Iranian intelligence agents wanted them to hide this.

They were really spies working for/with the leader to spy on Rick, some of the others, and I to prevent us from learning the truth about ourselves and what was done to us and the secrets involving us now.

Part of the truth/secret/twist was that Rick, some of the others, and I really had British accents, but we did not know it because they did something to us to where we now spoke with American accents because we forgot that we really had British accents.

We probably really were from the United Kingdom, but we did not know it because they did something to us to make us think that we were from the USA and there was a bigger secret(s) involved with this that I/we did not get to learn/hear, but here is my guess.

The leader/an Iranian intelligence agency/maybe one or more countries/intelligence agencies from the United Kingdom were monitoring Rick, some of the others, and I because there seemed to have been a secret experiment done to us by them that left us not remembering who we really were or how we really talked or where we really were from et cetera.

For some reason, they were still monitoring us and hiding the truth from us, and my guess was that maybe the zombie virus started with us after they experimented with us.

They possibly purposely used us to spread the zombie virus, but that is my wild guess.”

The woman and/or I did not get to hear the rest of the secret/twist, but she/we went to tell Rick and the others about what we heard.

The woman (who changed her accent from an American accent to her real accent that/which was Irish or Scottish) admitted to us that she was really a spy who had spied on us and was working with/for the leader who she said worked for an Iranian intelligence agency and so did his bodyguards/goons.

She admitted that she and some of the other survivors were really spies from the United Kingdom and that they had hidden their British accents and lying to us about who they were and where they came from, and they had spied on us.

She said that something had been done to us that caused us to forget our real past/memories and that it/they had been replaced with a false/fake past/memories/et cetera.

She said that we really had British accents, and maybe we were really from the United Kingdom (but I am not sure).

The woman was tired of lying to us and spying on us, especially now that she knew that there was a bigger secret/conspiracy/cover-up/operation/experiment/et cetera going on.

So she was telling us the truth now because she was quitting her job as a spy, and she no longer wanted to be part of what was going on.

Rick/some of the others/and I were shocked/surprised/confused, I believed the woman, probably because I heard part of the leader’s conversation and/or the woman showed us evidence.

Rick did not want to believe it, and he got us all to go talk to the leader about the situation (but I can not remember if our accents changed to our real accents or not).

The leader denied what the woman told us, and he did a good job of getting Rick and most of the others to believe him, like a well-trained agent.

I did not believe him and a few others did not believe him, and unfortunately Rick and most of the others believed the leader.

They continued following him, and so a man/a young man/a young woman/and I who did not believe the leader, left to escape, but somehow the leader found out.

He and his Iranian intelligence agents who all had black colored pistols and some doctors/scientists with tranquilizers/needles/tasers/whatever chased after us.

There was four of us all together, and I think that the other three people with me had whitish colored skin.

I think that the man had short brownish colored hair.

I think that the young man had long blondish colored hair with a dark blueish/blackish colored winter knit hat/cap and a dark-colored zip-up jacket.

The young woman was thin, she had long hair, but I can not remember what color her hair was.

She probably wore a dark-colored zip-up jacket as well and/or a long sleeve shirt.

We ran into a strange one-story building that was like a museum combined with a general store combined with an art gallery or something strange like that with various rooms/exhibits/isles/shelves/et cetera.

We sneaked around the building, running and hiding from the leader/his goons/the scientists/the doctors.

At some point somehow the other man and I had pistols and maybe the young man and young woman with us, and we all hid in a room with glass walls with several twin-sized beds.

We hoped that no one would expect us to hide in a place with glass walls where anyone could see into the room.

We hoped that they would only take a glance and keep walking by while we hid on the floor between the beds, so we took a big risk hiding in this/that room.

We hoped that this would make them think that we had left the building so that they would leave outside looking for us.

I remember us hiding on the floor between the beds for a while as some of the people looking for us walked by not seeing us and random people (there were people at the building who knew nothing about us being chased) shopping/exploring the building were not noticing us either.

Oddly, I saw a few food plates (mostly whitish colored ceramic plates with a few other colors for decoration with various food items on each plate) scattered on the floor around the room with various food items on the plates.

So I crawled to some of the food plates to move them between the beds where we were hiding on the floor so that I could eat some of the food and share it with the others.

At some point, a man with whitish colored skin with short blondish colored hair wearing a baseball cap/hat backward with a sports jersey with baggy shorts or pants with tennis shoes walking his little kid who had also had whitish colored skin with blondish colored hair walked by the room that we were hiding in.

The kid was short enough to see us hiding and the kid stopped to stare at us, but his father told him to keep walking.

He pulled him along, so some of the others with me decided to move to another hiding spot, while the rest of us stayed, and I stayed to eat some more food. 😀

At some point two male doctors/scientists with whitish colored skin with short brownish colored hair who wore glasses and who had long light blueish colored rubber gloves with whitish colored medical/scientific lab coats holding tranquilizer pistols and/or needles and/or tasers and/or something like that came walking near our room.

One of them saw the two of us still hiding in the room, so we ran out of the room.

They chased us, because they were only doctors/scientists, I pulled out a black colored pistol that I somehow had or was given to me earlier from one of the others and I pointed it at them.

I told them to stop following us and to put down their weapons.

I told them to leave the building without warning the others, and I would let them leave without killing them if they agreed to leave and not bother us again.

At first, they acted tough, but then I scared them by acting a bit crazy/aggressive (but my pistol felt fake and/or unloaded, but I kept up the act 😀 ).

I did not even need to use my gun to scare them because I doubted that either one of them could beat me in hand-to-hand combat, and so I put my pistol away.

I walked toward them to intimidate them, they dropped their weapons/needles/whatever in fear, and they agreed to my offer.

I left them run away from the building, and the other person with me (maybe the young woman) and I laughed.

We still had to deal with the leader and the other Iranian intelligence agents.

I remember hearing and seeing them a few times, and the leader was angry & he had his black colored pistol out.

We went to find the others to find a way to escape and/or to keep hiding and/or to kill the people chasing us one-at-a-time or to just kill the leader, but I woke up.

The end,

  • John Jr

6 replies on “A CommunityChannel Video | An International Debate About Piracy | My Grandfather CE Is Back From The Hospital | The Walking Dead: The United Kingdom & Iran Twist / Surprise?”

Yes, I somewhat did a bad job explaining that, and my memory of them/how they looked is unclear but I think that they all had whitish colored skin and at least one of them had blondish colored hair and at least one of them wore a dark-colored winter knit hat/cap; thank you for that question Ingidisa, I will try to edit that to be more clear and add those missing details. 😉


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