Spending Time With My Family And Filing A Complaint Against A Police Officer

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Something that I ate last night was bothering my stomach and it caused me to have to get up several times during the night and so I took some apple cider vinegar, I kept waking up because of my stomach situation and feeling hot and I could not sleep or dream too deeply so my sleep and dreams were disturbed by this, and I did not voice record any of my dreams during this time so I forgot most of my dreams except for barely part of several dreams.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I think that I remember hearing music and I remember hearing the song Human by the music group Goldfrapp from their music album Felt Mountain:

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is spending time with my family and talking with my dad outside, probably during a nice day, and possibly near the PW Elementary School in the city of D at the fairground or the field next to it.

I possibly remember seeing someone I recognized, maybe a man with whitish-color skin who possibly somewhat looked like the actor John Goodman and maybe his wife and maybe they were driving an automobile and maybe they stopped to say hello to my family and I but I can not remember, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that my dad and I were talking and complaining about something that happened where a male police officer did something negative/illegal to my family and/or I, and we had video and photographic and audio et cetera evidence of his crime against my family and/or I.

We had already reported the police officer and we gave copies of our evidence to the police in our police report/complaint/whatever, but the police officer still had not been punished or anything so we were annoyed and angry about this.

I remember us looking over our evidence while we talked and complained about this, it seemed that this police officer was probably going to get away with what he did to us and/or me, but I can not remember what he did because what happened was probably not shown in the dream because this dream took place after the events of the crime (probably weeks or more afterward) so whatever it was it was bad enough that we took the time and effort to do this so it must have been bad.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 4

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during a nice day at a fictional house where some of my family and I lived in maybe the field by the fairground near the PW Elementary School, and some of my family and I were in a very large long open rectangular room.

I remember talking with my dad further back in this room, and then two classmates/teammates of my brother KD and my brother TD started knocking at the door and/or ringing the doorbell.

In this dream my brothers KD and TD and their teammates were younger again, maybe junior high school or high school age, and the door to the house was a sturdy metal blue door with a tall rectangular glass window on it like a school hallway door so their teammates could see that we were in the open room.

We did not feel like visitors or answering the door so no one was answering the door at first, I told my brothers KD and TD to answer it but they did not at first, but after a while someone got the door and let their teammates in.

Their teammates were happy and went to talk to my brother KD and TD, but I woke up as I continued talking with my dad.

The end,

-John Jr

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