American Gods & A Small Town In Louisiana Riots / Protests Against The Donald Trump Administration / United States Government?

I am not sure if this is one or two or three dreams from last night, so I will type them separately, but some important details are missing because I had to get up quickly to get ready for work because I slept longer than I should have.

Dream 1

My memory of this dream from last night is a bit unclear so I will make some assumptions during certain parts of the dream, and all that I can remember of this dream from last night is that maybe some early parts of the dream involved things from the book American Gods and the television show American Gods that possibly played a role in other parts of this dream as tensions built.

At some point in the dream I possibly saw a news report on television about a major situation that was going on in The United States.

I think that a riot / protest was taking place in maybe a small town in maybe the state of Louisiana, the riot / protest was possibly against The United States government and / or something that the Donald Trump administration had done, and the small town had possibly been taken over by the rioters / protesters (I remember seeing many people who seemed poor and angry and who had mostly dark-color and medium-color skin, but that was just in one quick video clip that I saw).

The United States government /  Donald Trump administration probably declared a state of emergency and was probably sending the Louisiana National Guard, FBI, et cetera to help the police and Louisiana state police and SWAT et cetera who were probably surrounding the town and were going to try to take back control of the town from the rioters / protesters.

Basically The United States was possibly partly on lockdown as the government / Donald Trump administration responded aggressively and quickly to the situation, and they also seemed to be trying to increase security and control around the entire country to prevent this from spreading to other states and cities et cetera.

The next thing that I remember is that I was possibly waking up or getting up from laying down on something in a room in maybe an airport-like building, the room and part of the building and this situation that I was in felt jail-like even though it was not a jail, and so it seemed that I was being temporarily detained.

It seemed that I had somehow traveled to The United States (maybe by airplane) so I was probably at an airport in The United States now (but I am not sure what country I was in earlier), and the security was very heavy and I assume that I got temporarily detained for questioning because I was trying to enter the country during a partial lockdown / state of emergency.

I was very groggy for some strange reason, almost like I had gotten knocked unconscious and / or drugged and /or slept very poorly or too deeply or something, and two male detectives (who were maybe really some kind of agents) entered the room with a woman or someone who knew me.

Both of the detectives wore suits, one of them had light-color skin and the other had dark-color skin, and the two detectives started questioning me but I was so groggy that when I talked it sounded like I was mumbling and they could not understand me at first.

So the woman or person who knew me translated what I was trying to say so that the detectives could understand me, this woman or person was acting like my friend / lawyer / translator and seemed to know me very well, and I remember the detectives acting and saying some things that did not sound detective-like or legal and that sounded inappropriate and the woman or person who knew me let them know this and strongly objected to me being questioned and detained any further because of this and the fact that I had done nothing wrong.

The detectives decided to let me go, and the woman or person I knew helped me out of the room because I was still a bit groggy.

I thanked the woman or person I knew for helping me, as we walked through the airport / wherever, the place had heavy security with armored military / SWAT-like people with assault rifles and checkpoints and patrols and people watching you from various vantage points et cetera.

This all seemed to be in response to what was going on in maybe the small town in Louisiana, I was probably in Louisiana now but I was in a different town, but the security was still heavy.

I remember seeing televisions in the airport / building that were showing the news which was following the situation in the small Louisiana town, the rioters / protesters were celebrating their victory of taking over the town I guess, but the military / police / FBI / SWAT / et cetera were probably going to end their happiness soon as I saw scenes of them mobilizing around the town.

I remember making my way outside, there were barricades and things set up to funnel us down a straight guarded path, and it felt so weird with all of this security and tension building.

There was also some happiness that I saw among some people who seemed to support the rioters / protesters, I remember a woman with dark-color skin with curly black / brown hair smiling at their victory, and I probably smiled at the ridiculous over-reaction by the government who seemed to be desperately trying to deal with this before others are inspired to rebel but I also knew that bad things were going to happen but I hoped for the best.

At some point I went to my parent’s house, there were various things that I can not remember in the dream that symbolized the rising tension (one of those things possibly connected with the American Gods related things that I can not remember from the beginning of the dream), and one thing that I do remember is that it seemed that a storm was coming.

It was literally getting darker outside, this approaching storm was possibly symbolic to what was going on in the dream, and I remember seeing my dad working in the yard when I arrived and I warned him that he should get inside because it seemed that a storm was coming but he was not worried.

Then an old fictional dying tree that was across the street in front of our yard that my dad wanted to cut down because he was worried that it would one day fall on our house, actually fell in our yard destroying part of the fence, but it barely missed the house.

The dying old tree falling was probably also symbolic, I walked over to see if my dad was okay and he was, and we started talking about the tree that fell and what we were going to do about it because there was probably not much time before the storm comes.

My dad decided that we would leave the tree there for today and work on it maybe the next day or later in the week when the weather was better, and my dad continued working trying to finish quickly before the storm comes.

I stopped for a moment noticing how various things seemed to be connected and building toward something, how the tension was rising, and how these things happening at the same time were possibly not by coincidence but I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was outside in my parent’s yard during the day (maybe late afternoon), and my brothers KD and TD were visiting and they were on the left side of the yard outside of their window.

I walked over to talk with them but then something flew over the electrical lines and it flew over our heads, and it looked like maybe a General Atomics MQ-1 Predator drone (remotely piloted aircraft) that was flying dangerously low.

After flying over our heads it rose in the sky a bit like it was going to circle the neighborhood or somewhere else, this annoyed me, and I wondered what was this military-looking drone (RPA) doing flying over us like this.

I then possibly thought that it probably had something to do with the situation in The United States from the first dream or the first part of this dream if these two were actually part of the same dream, but I can not remember.

I said something to my brothers KD and TD about this that I can not remember, and then they both walked to the back side of the house near the back door to exercise on the wooden board.

I walked to the right side of the house to do some pull-ups and chin-ups on the metal swing, and as I was doing this some fictional and maybe real young family members and maybe some other young people walked in the yard to probably greet us.

There was a fictional girl or teenager with light-color skin with medium-to-dark color hair who was possibly a fictional cousin who walked over to talk to me as I was doing pull-ups on the swing, and as this was happening three women with light-color skin (one with maybe brown hair, one with maybe black hair, and one with orange and / or red and maybe brown hair with maybe some freckles) started walking up the street from the direction behind the dead-end sign on our street.

The three women walked into our yard as I was still doing pull-ups and talking with my assumed fictional cousin, but one of the legs on the swing gave out so the swing and I fell to the ground as the three women approached.

I started fixing the swing as the three women approached, they commented about the swing and me, and my fictional cousin started explaining and joking about what had happened.

My fictional cousin also shared information about me with the women, telling them that I work at the library among other things, and when they heard this the three women got excited and a bit flirty and they told me that they had some library questions for me so I offered to try to answer their questions.

The three women walked over very closely to me backing me into the side of the house cornering me as at least two of them (the woman with the brown hair and the woman with the red / orange / brown hair, I do not remember the woman with the black hair really saying anything, but maybe she asked her question first and maybe I answered it but I can not remember) started asking me questions at the same time, and they were very excited so I was trying to listen and respond to at least two people talking at the same time.

It was to difficult for me to try to listen and answer several people talking at the same so I asked them to ask their questions one at a time, we then sat down on the ground, and then I remember the woman with red / orange / brown hair asking me several questions.

Her last question was about if she could use email to contact the library to find out what her username and password is, and if she could renew her library card by email.

I told her that I am not sure the exact answer because I am only a shelver, but that I think that you have to do those things in person.

The women thanked me, they were still so excited for some strange reason, and the woman with red / orange / brown hair kissed me on my forehead and / or cheek after thanking me.

They had also made physical contact with me several times during all of this, and after this.

They were also still very physically close to me, but that is all that I can remember of this dream before I woke up.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was probably not in the dream, but I am not sure.

The dream took place inside maybe a dimly lit restaurant, I am not sure if the entire dream was animated or not, but I do know that some of the dream characters were animated.

The animated Dragon Ball Z characters Krillin (Kuririn) and Goku were walking to a table maybe carrying their food, some of their family and friends were with them, and there were other people sitting at tables eating and drinking and talking.

Krillin decided to play a prank on Goku by pushing Goku’s forehead to make him stumble, but Goku stumbled harder and further back than Krillin had expected because Goku tripped and possibly tried to over-exaggerate to make Krillin seem stronger than he really is.

Goku possibly flew backward stumbling and fell, which made Krillin look very strong, and during that moment Krillin felt good about himself because he finally had a moment where he seemed stronger than Goku.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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