Open-Heart Surgery & Flynn Blogging

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that a group of people were doing what seemed to be open-heart surgery on a man in a room.

I think that these people were being investigated, and I think that they hid something inside the man’s body before finishing the surgery.

I even heard them say this, I do not think that I was in the dream, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is being outside during a nice day in a small field with a building that had bathrooms, a playground, and I guess that this was a small park in this neighborhood.

I needed to urinate, so I walked toward the bathroom.

There was a ramp that led to the bathroom instead of stairs, and a girl with dark brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair was sitting on the ramp.

I greeted the girl, and then I walked inside the bathroom.

The girl followed me, I recommended that she stay outside, and I asked her where her parents were because I saw no one else around watching her.

She followed me anyway, and then she sat on another ramp that led out of the bathroom.

I went inside one of the stalls to urinate as the girl talked to me across the room about her dog.

Suddenly, when I was almost done urinating, the girl walked into the stall with me.

I once again recommended that she go outside and that it was not nice to walk into bathroom stalls without knocking.

She stayed there and continued talking about her dog as I was zipping up my pants and flushing the toilet.

There was a long narrow window or opening that showed a small open area outside on the ground below.

I saw her dog, which was a small orange / brownish & whitish colored dog, and some other small dogs playing in this area.

She told me which dog was hers, and she said a few things about him.

I then washed my hands and the girl followed me outside on the other ramp.

I once again asked her where were her parent’s and if she needed me to walk her home or wait for them to arrive, but I woke up.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during a nice day again.

I was outside across the street from where my aunt JE’s house should be, and outside on the porch was Flynn, who was on a computer blogging / typing her dreams.

So I walked over to greet her, and talk to her.

I told Flynn about my first two dreams, I was more difficult to understand in this dream, my speech was unclear, like sometimes when you get nervous.

Then she started to tell me about the dream that she was typing.

Her post started with a centered painting / portrait of a large solid-looking man with whitish colored skin with brownish colored hair & beard wearing a traditional hat like he was from maybe the late 1800s in an Eastern European country or Russia.

I remember part of the text in the paragraph under / after the image saying something like:

“The man who never had, *I can not remember the rest*.”

After the text that was typed after his image, there were some other images that told a story, with some text being typed after some images.

These other images were modern images in good quality of two women with whitish colored skin at a massage parlor / whatever getting a massage and / or massaging each other.

Maybe a man was in some images, and part of one of the texts said something like:

“And his daughters, *I can not remember the rest*.”

I tried to read all the text and to look at all the images to read and figure out the story / dream that Flynn had typed so far, but the scrolling of the page was not smooth.

It was too fast as I kept trying to scroll up and down the page to read it.

So I could not read all of it, and then I remembered part of a third dream, and I started telling Flynn about this dream.

The dream involved a family, but then Flynn’s mom walked outside from the house, telling Flynn that it was time to go somewhere.

I greeted her mom who looked surprised, and she had no idea who I was.

Flynn and her mom started to walk away, while I was still sitting at Flynn’s computer, still trying to read what she typed of her dream so far.

I saw Flynn’s mom look back at me a few times, quietly asking Flynn if she knew that someone was at her computer, and she asked who I was.

She was talking quietly to not be rude, so I could not hear most of what was said.

I had no idea where Flynn and her mom were going or when they would be back.

So I sat there a bit confused because Flynn did not say anything to me about it.

I decided that I was would sit and wait while reading the dream for a while until they come back.

Because I did not want to leave Flynn’s computer outside without anyone watching it, and I wanted to finish our conversation.

This was a nice dream, and it was funny how her mom responded to me after when I first greeted her.

Maybe she gave a quick forced polite smile before they started to walk away.

Her facial expressions were like: Who is this strange man?, Flynn did you know that there is a man on your computer?, Flynn who is this man?, Flynn do you know this man?, Do you trust this man with your computer?, Is he one of your friends?, Why did you not tell me that anyone was here?, Why did you not introduce him?, Hmm, and then perhaps she smiled eventually after several neutral-negative nervous / cautious glances that she made back at me as she was questioning Flynn about me. 😀

I woke up as they walked off.

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The end,

  • John Jr

2 replies on “Open-Heart Surgery & Flynn Blogging”

Reblogged this on The Blogging Path and commented:
Hey, John Jr! I’m in your dreams and so was my mom for the first time! That’s my momj Even in YOUR dream, she’s protective, ever present and watchful, too! The word “homunculus” came to my mind regarding your presence at/in/on my computer. I wonder if we could have conversed more in your dreams. I like your nice dream.

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Hello Flynn,

Actually you have been in a few of my dreams directly and indirectly, but this is possibly the first or second time that your mom has been in one of my dreams.

Wow, that is interesting how your mom was pretty accurately represented in my dream even though I have never seen or met her before (as far as I know), dreams can be surprising sometimes.

Homunculus, interesting, I was not expecting that; I wonder why that word came to your mind? (My wild guess is that it was your mind imagining me inside your computer instead of using your computer 😀 )

Probably not because it was a very short dream and our conversation got interrupted when your mom and you left somewhere, but it would have been nice if we did get to talk longer in the dream; and even in the dream I wanted to talk with you some more, and I was going to wait around by your computer in hopes that you would return soon so that we could finish our conversation.

It was a nice short dream, and I liked it as well and I am glad that you did too; thank you for commenting Flynn. 🙂

-John Jr

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