Drinking With John Goodman | Talking With Justine Henin

Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons
Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons

*I am trying to type this with a slight headache and without listening to my voice recordings, and so expect errors and missing details*

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is being in a fictional city that was somewhat like the city of D and there was a film awards show that was going to take place soon, so various celebrities and many tourists were showing up in the city, and I remember walking around with my dad until we separated at some point.

I remember being in an area with some restaurants, bars, and various businesses that you had to walk to (which was nice, and you did not have to worry about traffic); and I saw the actor John Goodman walking among the crowd, he smiled and said hello to various people, and some of the people seemed to know him like he visited this area regularly.

I remember saying hello to Mr. Goodman and he was on his way to one of the restaurant/bars and he invited me to have a drink with him and talk, he said that he tries to drink and talk with a new person each time, and so I accepted and I joined him for a drink and he paid; and he had what looked like an alcoholic drink, but I am not sure what I had to drink.

We had a brief conversation and Mr. Goodman was a nice and down to earth person it seemed, he seemed to like to have conversations with random people especially when studying for new film roles, and his approach was to have a drink and talk with them; and the conversation would end when he finished drinking, he finished his drink pretty fast, and he said goodbye and I thanked him and he left as I continued drinking my drink. (It is possible that he gave me a ticket to the film awards show, but I am not sure; somehow I was allowed into the film awards show later in the dream, but I can not remember how)

After finishing my drink I left to another area that looked a bit like the area where the BP Alternative School and HD Head Start should be, there was a restaurant-like place on the left side, a platform-like area in the middle for people arriving to the film awards show, and the film awards show area on the right side in a field with chairs and a screen.

I am not sure what order the next two parts of the dream took place and my memory of them is too incomplete but I will type what I remember, I remember going to the middle area where the platform was and I assume that I was wearing a black suit or tuxedo, and a man with whitish colored skin let me into the film awards show like either I had ticket or like I had been invited or something like that.

A somewhat homeless-looking thin man with dark-brownish or blackish colored skin with short blackish colored hair followed me without being stopped or checked by security/whoever, he started annoying me constantly and following me like he was trying to get me angry so that I would attack him, and he seemed to be from somewhere in Africa based on his accent.

I sat down in one of the chairs in front of the screen at the film awards show as celebrities and others arrived, like Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt who I saw not too far from where I was sitting, and even my male cousin ME was there; and the man kept annoying me and I kept telling him to stop bothering me but he would not, at some point he realized that his plan was not working, and so he started threatening me.

I told my cousin ME and the others to record this and pay attention so if he attacked me, it would be clear that I would be acting in self-defense if a fight started, and the man got in my face like he was going to attack me; and I noticed that he was wearing maybe a fake tuxedo or suit, and I wondered how did they let him in and why was he constantly bothering me.

I was annoyed and angry at this point and I was about ready to punch him in the face, I was only waiting for him to attack me first, but he seemed to realize this and so he backed off a bit; and I started talking to him about who he was, how did he get in, and why was he bothering me but I can not remember what happened.

The next part of the dream took place on the left side in maybe a semi-outdoor restaurant with strange seating that was partly sunken with an even lower area in front of it like a court and we were watching a film as we ate/drank/et cetera, and somehow I found or had a small young fictional type of animal that somewhat reminded me of a ferret combined with a cat maybe combined with something else that was possibly an orangish/reddish color with maybe some grayish colored patterns on its fur.

I remember no longer seeing it at some point and I found or had another fictional type of animal that was like a combination of a cat and a scorpion and maybe something else and it was an adult or almost an adult, it was bigger than the other animal and it had maybe a scorpion-like tail, and I remember having to make sure that it did not sting anyone.

I have no idea what these animals were or where they came from or who they were for, but at some point the small young ferret/cat/whatever-like animal returned; and it started fighting and winning against the larger cat/scorpion/whatever-like animal, and so I walked off with them separating them surprised.

I am not sure if the larger animal survived or not, I just remember realizing that I had underestimated the smaller animal, and if I decided to keep one it would probably be the smaller animal because he did not have a scorpion-like tail that could sting people; but I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this nice and very positive dream is being inside my parent’s house during the day and I walked into the kitchen to find my favorite tennis player Justine Henin inside the kitchen getting some food to heat up in the microwave, and so we started talking; and I told her about how she was my favorite tennis player, and about how her one-handed backhand and style was part of the inspiration for how I play tennis.

I remember telling her that I was not good at serving and I asked her if she could check my serving stance/style and tell me what I am doing wrong and what I can do to improve/fix it, she agreed and she had me get into my serving stance and I think that I had a tennis racquet, and she had me start going through the motions of my serve while starting from my feet and working all the way up touching/checking parts of my body/my stance/motion while instructing me on what to do next.

To my surprise she said that my stance and everything up to that point was good and so now it was time to check the top of my serve/motion/stance when I throw the tennis ball in the air and hit it, something happened during this process that caused Justine to trip and fall catching herself around my shoulders with her head leaning against my neck, and I apologized to her and there was a pause.

Justine gave me a compliment on my body/attractiveness saying that she thinks that she found me physically attractive and she complimented me on my niceness and personality saying that my attractiveness was not just physical but divided more evenly among various areas beyond the physical, she said that some people’s attractiveness is less balanced and mostly just physical, and that it was good to have your attractiveness balanced across more areas; and I thanked her for the compliment while telling her that I was surprised to hear this, and I told her that I did not think that I am physically attractive but that it was good to hear that she thought so.

This dream already felt positive/calming/healing/et cetera but it felt even better at this point during this pause where we were close and I remember telling her that I felt the same way about her probably, and then we went back to talking as she looked in the refrigerator for something; and I remember asking her about the proper pronunciation of her last name, there was a pause while she was distracted trying to look for something, and so I stopped to help her.

She then went toward the microwave to get and prepare her food before responding to my question so this pause gave me some time to think about more questions that I wanted to ask, one question was about what was her natural hair color, and another was that I had heard that she had a twin sister (I think that this was a mistake, I probably was accidentally thinking about a news article that I read about Eva Green and her twin sister, and confusing it with Justine’s life).

I remember imaging Justine going inside a gym of people with her hair dyed a brownish color because her twin sister and her probably naturally had yellowish colored hair, so I assumed that she would dye her hair sometimes to help avoid people getting her sister and her confused/mixed up so that the media /people would not accidentally be bothering her sister all the time in public thinking that she was her; but I was probably wrong about the hair-dying/coloring and twin sister part.

I then suddenly had a vision or daydream of me being outside in my parent’s yard during the day near the picnic table, there was a little girl with whitish colored skin with medium-to-long length hair there and she called me uncle John, and I assumed that she was the daughter of Justine’s twin sister; and that this vision or daydream was from the future where Justine and I were dating or married, and I remember things being very positive and being very happy but I woke up.

I woke up feeling great and comfortable like how you feel after exercising and then taking a nice bath and going to bed and waking up the next morning mostly healed and your bed/bed sheets/pillow feel softer/better than usual, and the positive effects/affects lasted through the morning.

The end,

-John Jr

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