Some Negative Consequences To Helping People

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I had more dreams and there was more to this dream but I forgot most of my dreams from last night and most of the details of this dream or these two dreams which I will type as one dream because I am not sure, but I think that this dream was partly inspired by True George’s post called Helping that I read last night.

There is a lot that I can not remember of this dream, it is mostly unorganized dream fragments missing most details and context, but most of the dream probably involved me helping people during the day over a period of time (days, weeks, maybe months) in a fictional neighborhood where I lived.

Sometimes people would come to me for help, sometimes I would see people in need and help them, sometimes I would help people who I felt might need help, and sometimes I would just talk to people and/or say hello and smile and/or share some information and/or skills with them that would help them and more.

I do not remember dealing with people who were using me or who seemed to be using me like I usually would in real life, all the people I remember helping really needed a bit of help and this probably helped them to help themselves but I can not remember, and I remember helping a boy with white skin with dark-hair by probably just spending some time with him because he seemed lonely and possibly abused and I probably helped him and some of his family in other ways.

People in the neighborhood seemed to like and respect me for being helpful, but one day something happened that involved the boy and a man where maybe the man was trying to kill and/or harm the boy in some way and the boy ended up somehow shooting and killing him with a gun in self-defense; and I was there or I arrived there when or right after it happened.

The police were called and we told them what happened, days or weeks later we had not heard anything new from the police so I assumed that their investigation was over, and the boy and his family and others were still recovering.

One day we were approached by a male police officer with white skin with short yellow-to-medium hair, he questioned us again, and then he told me that their investigation has been focused on me all this time and I assumed that they were also spying on me.

He was somehow certain that I was guilty and that the boy had lied, he thought that I was the one who shot and killed the man and that the boy lied to protect me because I had groomed him and the others in my neighborhood with my help, and he felt that I was a master manipulator and criminal mastermind over some grand conspiracy that I planned long ago.

He explained his elaborate conspiracy theories about me, he had at least three, and all of them were overly complicated and twisted all the good things that I did for people into some master plan and conspiracy to manipulate and control and hide my crimes using other people and more.

He refused to believe the truth that was obvious, we all told him the truth and the evidence supported what we said, but him and the other police were determined to prove that I was guilty so that they could arrest me for murder because they refused to believe that the boy had killed the man in self-defense.

I told him that they were wasting their time and energy and tax payer money trying to prove me guilty of something that I did not do, and that their conspiracy theories were overly complicated and twisted the facts and went against Occam’s razor.

They were acting like I was Alice Morgan from the television series Luther if she had decided to become an all-out criminal mastermind manipulating and controlling and hiding behind entire neighborhoods of people, this was completely ridiculous and sad, and it was a bit scary because they were trying to invent an excuse to have me arrested for murder and conspiracy and more.

The police officer would not listen to reason or the facts and he left angrily declaring that he (they) were going to stop me and they would find the evidence that they needed to arrest me.

I forgot to mention that our conversation with him took place outside during the day on an upper concrete stairway area by a bridge over a drainage system that was by a street with our neighborhood behind us, and there were probably apartment buildings and house-like buildings in our neighborhood.

The next thing that I remember is being outside during the day in the back of a fictional yard, a fictional house where my family and I lived and/or where I lived, and there was an alley behind our back fence where I was standing.

There were some kids in the neighborhood playing in maybe a field-like area not far from our yard, I saw a male teenager with white skin with dark-hair who looked sad and he had no toys like the other kids, and so I gave him some of my old toys from when I was a kid and I talked with him which cheered him up.

He then ran to play with the other kids with the toys that I had given him, after this I remember seeing and hearing a video of Double Toasted talking about various video clips about people helping other people and the negative consequences of them helping people, and they showed many different video examples of this and gave their opinions.

Korey Coleman was there but I can not remember who else he was talking with, I possibly thought about the police investigation of me and of my situation, and about the various ways that I had helped people; but that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that there was more.

The end,

-John Jr

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