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A Special Forces Unit Near My Parent’s House?

I slept pretty well last night but I woke up one or more times feeling like I had to use the bathroom and I had remembered part of one or more dreams but I did not get out of bed to go use the bathroom and I did not think about or voice record my dream or dreams, I went back to sleep, and the feeling of still having to use the bathroom probably interrupted my sleep and dreams several times; and so I forgot all of my dreams except for barely part of my last dream that I can barely remember.

I barely remember part of the end of the dream, I remember sitting in my automobile parked in a parking lot of what looked like a grocery store next to a small highway surrounded by woods/a forest during maybe a gray day, and there were other automobiles and a few people going in and out of the grocery store; and something clearly happened before this part of the dream that I can not remember, but I can not remember the beginning or the middle of the dream.

At some point I remember an old woman with whitish colored skin with short curly grayish/whitish colored hair driving into the parking lot in maybe a reddish colored car or sports car I think, and two men in maybe an old single cab truck drove into the parking lot behind her I think; and one of the men had whitish colored skin with short maybe blondish / brownish colored hair wearing maybe a reddish colored A-shirt / muscle shirt with blue jeans and the other man had dark brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair wearing maybe a whitish colored A-shirt/muscle shirt with blue jeans, and something happened between them and the old woman earlier and maybe in the parking lot and/or came close to happening but I can not remember what happened exactly.

They parked not far from me and I remember the man with whitish colored skin trying to stop the man with dark brownish colored skin from going to attack or argue with the old woman (who was getting out of her automobile to go inside the grocery store), from what I heard of them talking it seemed that the old woman had done something to them (maybe involving an automobile situation/accident or something like that, but I am not sure) but I am not sure, and so they wanted to confront her and/or attack her; but the man with whitish colored skin did not want to do it in a public place with people around, and so he had to stop the man with dark brownish colored skin from doing that.

At some point they drove away and/or I drove away, I can not remember what happened during this part of the dream, and next I remember being inside my parent’s house during the day still and some of my family was there as well (but not my brother CC and probably not my dad); and at some point I think that I heard a helicopter outside maybe, and I looked out of the window to see what looked like a special forces unit wearing mostly blackish colored clothing roping/sliding/whatever down from a helicopter next to my parent’s yard by the back gate.

They had a sniper with a sniper rifle in/on the top of the tree by the back gate and the rest of them landed on the ground with their assault rifles, submachine guns, pistols, maybe shotguns, other equipment, but maybe no body armor oddly or they only had very light body armor or they had non-armored tactical vests; and they were packed very lightly wearing no clear symbols/insignias/badges/uniforms/et cetera and so it was not clear whether they were military or police/SWAT or mercenaries or part of a gang/mafia/cartel/whatever, but they looked/acted very well-trained/professional/experienced.

I wondered if this was a training exercise or real and I wondered who or what was their target, I wondered if one or more people in my family and/or I were the target(s), and some of my brothers glanced out of the window and they saw part of what was happening as well; but we tried to avoid glancing for too long to avoid the sniper from seeing us, fortunately the trees blocked his visibility from various angles by some of our windows, but then I noticed maybe a whitish colored van or automobile pull into the yard near the window to my brother GC’s room.

It was my former classmates DH and JC, I went to the window and I opened it and I whispered for them to climb through it before the sniper saw them, and so they did; and I explained what I saw to them, and they had seen some of the special forces-like unit when they drove up or afterward but we could only see the sniper now and we did not know where the others had went.

Before the others had moved out-of-sight I noticed that some of them had whitish colored skin and some of them had dark brownish colored skin and I think that they wore blackish colored t-shirts and/or blackish colored tactical vests and/or blackish colored light armor vests, blackish colored combat boots, at least one of them was wearing a solid blackish colored bandana-like head cover, they had blackish colored combat pants, and they looked like a light armored or un-armored somewhat older-style (1980s maybe) special forces unit on a stealth/undercover mission; and they looked a bit like they were from a Zemanta / Wikipedia / Wikimedia image that I have seen several times before and that I have used one or more times before on my blog, and so I set this image as the main image for this post/dream at the top of this post/dream..

I remember talking with some of my family and my former classmates DH and JC about the situation as we waited wondering if we were the targets and/or someone else, and I remember one or more of them trying to record video footage of the situation with their mobile phones and/or cameras and I remember us trying to avoid the sniper seeing us; but I woke up before we could figure out what was going on.

The end,

-John Jr

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