The first dream took place during the day on Eastside and I was outside walking with my mom near the G House, in this dream the CEO of WWE Vince McMahon owned real estate on Eastside that seemed to include the G House and some other properties, and so Mr. McMahon gave us a tour of some of these properties because my mom was possibly interested in buying some property.
Mr. McMahon was very professional, well-dressed, smart/cunning, and pretty nice to us during the tour to my surprise but at the end of the tour we found out how much he was selling the properties for and they were too expensive for us to afford; and so we told him so and we thanked him for the tour, and we said goodbye but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The second dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D near the field by the D High School where we used to play soccer / football, in this dream the field was a bit different and there were some fictional businesses/buildings near it, and I worked as a security guard at one of these buildings/businesses.
I was patrolling the hallway when I came across a confrontation where a very angry / wild / out-of-control Carlton Banks (in the dream he was called by this name instead of the name of the actor Alfonso Ribeiro who plays the character Carlton) from the television series The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air was arguing / trying to attack a man and woman who worked in the building, and so I went to try to calm the situation but Carlton turned his anger toward me.
Carlton was angrily/wildly yelling at me and pushing me and walking me into a corner as I tried to calm him down, he started attacking me so I kept trying to calm him down while warning him that I would use my taser if he did not stop attacking me, but he would not stop attacking me so I pulled out my taser because I felt that using my taser would be safer for him instead of using hand-to-hand combat to stop him because I did not want to hurt him.
I gave him one last warning but he would not stop attacking me so I quickly tased him once and he fell to the ground, I went to help him and he tried to say something to me but he lost consciousness like something was wrong with him, and so I called emergency services for an ambulance as the woman and man watched.
Carlton was not responding and I started to feel terrible and I carried him outside as the ambulance arrived and they loaded him into the ambulance as people gathered outside to watch, and most of the people were former classmates of mine who seemed very angry thinking that I had killed Carlton and/or attacked him unnecessarily; and I was not sure if Carlton would survive or not, and so I felt even more terrible trying to figure out how could this happen.
My former female classmates DF and TC and several other former female classmates of mine were very angry at me, they followed me as I walked across the field yelling at me, and my former classmate DF called me Johnathan by mistake and she asked me how could I kill/hurt Carlton like that; and I reminded her that my name was John, and I tried to explain what happened but they would not listen.
A large crowd of my former classmates followed me to the small senior parking lot of the D High School, only a few of them believed me and the rest of them were very angry, but most of them seemed to be angry about other things and they seemed to be trying to take that anger out on me; and it felt like an angry mob who were about to reach a breaking point because of various other reasons, and so they needed someone to take it out on and unfortunately it was me (I was a security guard, which seemed enough like a police officer to them, and so to them I represented authority/the government/the police/injustice/et cetera it seemed).
I tried to explain what happened but they would not listen and I tried to calm them down but it was not working and my former male classmate LT approached me angrily like he was going to attack me, and other classmates surrounded me like they all were going to attack/kill me; and so the few former classmates of mine who supported me abandoned me because they felt that it was nothing that they could do to stop the majority, all they could do was not take part and complain about it and try to recommend better options, and I understood this because this is how I also feel many times when it comes to the majority in real life.
I felt annoyed/angry/betrayed/sad/et cetera as I was being surrounded by my former classmates (some of whom lived in the same neighborhood as me and who knew me since we were kids) who would not believe me or listen to me or wait for an investigation, and they were probably about to attack/kill me; and I did not even feel like fighting back, and so I gave a speech instead.
I reminded them all that many of them have known me since we were kids and that they knew that they could trust/believe me and that I have helped many of them before in the past, I reminded them that I was still trying to help them and the community as a security guard to help keep them safe, I reminded them about the rule of law and that I was innocent until proven guilty, I pointed out the flaws in their behavior, and I gave a passionate/dramatic speech about other things like I was making my last stand; but it was not working.
I told them that it seemed that they would not listen, just like Carlton would not listen and he would not even let me escape because he also backed me into a corner, and so I asked them to at least give me a chance to leave and that I would leave the city of D if necessary since they did not seem to want me around anymore and for my own safety; and I told them that I did not want to have to leave the city where I was born and raised, but that I would if necessary and if I was not wanted or safe.
I was not sure if they were going to attack/kill me or not so I kept talking hoping to slowly walk away, I feared that they would attack if I stopped my speech, but I woke up as I was trying to find an opening to escape.
My third/last dream is mostly forgotten now because I did not voice record it, but I know that it took place during the day at a fictional multi-story apartment complex where I lived with several fictional people; and during one part of the dream I was in a windowless room with brownish colored carpet where I either saw an online video by Grace Randolph from YouTube or she was in the same room as me.
I remember Grace being very happy about something that I can not remember and she kept talking about it, some projects that she was working on, and various other things that I can not remember; but unfortunately I can not remember most of this part of the dream, and that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
At the end of the dream my apartment-mates and I were hanging out with other people who lived on the same floor as us having a good time and there was a man with whitish colored skin and some of his family members hanging out with us, him and his family had a reputation of being a bit violent/rough/country/dangerous/et cetera, and something happened where there was a confrontation between him and someone else that we had to break up.
After we calmed the situation down the man’s older brother came and after he heard about what happened he wanted revenge because his family’s beliefs demanded it, we tried to explain that the entire confrontation was an accident or something like that, but he did not care; and so maybe a fight happened and someone was hurt or killed when the older brother and the rest of his family attacked for revenge, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
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Haha! You tazed Carlton in your dream! I guess that would be a good way to calm people like him down. Again, it’s good to read about how your dream-self is trustworthy/believable.
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Yes, it sounds so hilarious/ridiculous/funny/goofy/silly when I think about it . 😀
Thank you, I usually like my dream-self, and I usually feel more like myself in my dreams like my dream-self is more like the real me than the me in real life which feels a like restricted/shadow-catastrophe/failed/lost/many other adjectives that I could use version of myself.
Thank you for commenting Flynn 🙂 ,