A Father Who Does Not Wants His Son To Become Like Him

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I barely remember part of three dreams from last night, and so they are not very clear.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was seeing various video clips/et cetera of some of the strategies that Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump were using in their presidential campaigns, and Donald Trump’s campaign team (staff) started copying Hillary Clinton’s campaign strategy of being very scripted and fake.

Donald Trump and his campaign outdid Hillary Clinton and her campaign at their own strategy, and Donald Trump and his campaign became even more scripted and fake than hers.

Donald Trump was so scripted and fake in this dream during rallies and interviews and public appearances that I think that they were possibly using impostors sometimes because some of them did not act like or talk like the real Donald Trump and I doubt that Donald Trump would ever agree to be that scripted and fake and/or be able to stick with the script and fakeness for that long, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This was my most detailed dream from the night but now I can not remember most of it, it took place during the day, and it took place inside and outside.

I possibly was inside a multi-story hospital and/or a multi-purpose building that also had a hospital in it, and I was walking around when I found a boy with dark-brown skin with short black hair who was alone without his parent’s so I stopped to talk with him waiting to see if his parent’s would show up and if not I was going to help him find his parent’s.

The boy seemed to be a troubled youth from a poor family, during our conversation I learned various details, and I remember him mentioning his friends and some of the bad things that they like to do for fun.

I tried to teach the boy some positive things to do instead and I tried to encourage him to not do those bad things, and I hoped that my words and examples would help bring a positive change in his life.

At some point we walked around inside and outside the building looking for his parent’s, we found his mom in the parking lot at some point who was a thin woman with dark-brown skin with long black hair and maybe she was holding a baby, and she had been inside the hospital at a doctor’s appointment for her and/or her baby.

The boy’s father approached us (I do not think that his mother and father were married, and it seemed that he had not been in the boy’s life that much so far), he looked and sounded like a rough just got out of jail version of André 3000 wearing a white A-shirt (muscle shirt) and baggy jeans, and him and the boy ended up arguing when he heard the boy talking about the bad things that him and his friend’s like to do.

The father told the boy that he did not want him ending up like him, and he explained how he grew up poor and in a bad neighborhood getting in trouble with his friends and into adulthood where he got involved with drugs/violence/gangs/et cetera so he got arrested a lot and he had probably just recently gotten out of jail.

He did not go to college and he mentioned many other positive things that he did not do or learn or try during his life so far, and then he pulled out a revolver and told his son that he had this revolver specifically for him and that he had one round (cartridge) in this gun just for his son/with his son’s name on it in case the boy decided to try to do the bad things that his father had done and end up being like him.

He pointed the revolver at his son’s face telling him that he will shoot and kill him if he ever thinks that he will end up like him one day, he refused to have his child grow up to be like him because he wanted his children to be better than he was so he would rather kill his own child than see him become like him, and so he told his son to remember this day because he will kill him if he keeps going down the same path that he did.

This was an intense and surprising moment as I stood there watching this, I came close to intervening but I waited cautiously, and I was glad that I did not need to get involved because he put the revolver away.

I did not agree with what he did, but it was clear that he did care about his son in his own way and that he wanted a better life for him even though he had not set a good example so far and had probably not been in his life much so far.

I may have said something to them before I woke up, but I can not remember.

Dream 3

Unfortunately I woke up suddenly from this dream as my body realized that I had overslept because it was so foggy and dark outside that it lost track of time, and so I had to get ready for work quickly so I forgot most of this dream because it faded from my mind quickly before I could voice record it after I woke up so suddenly without stabilizing my memory of the dream first.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that it took place at a slightly fictional version of The E House and I was there with my male cousin ME, and we were upstairs doing something that I can not remember that possibly involved rules and maybe trying to move stuff from upstairs to downstairs.

Items that belonged to our dead grandparent’s (our grandmother DE and our grandfather CE) were probably still upstairs, we probably talked about some of our memories of our dead grandparent’s and when we were kids, and maybe some weird things happened but unfortunately I can not remember anything else now except that we were possibly about to walk downstairs before I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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