Saving Maze (Mazikeen) From A Hostage Situation

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I am not sure if this was one or two dreams, and so I will separate them as two different dreams.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the evening and / or night at this point in the dream, which was probably the end of the dream, and at some point I happen to meet my brother GC’s former male classmate C.

My brother GC’s former classmate C started talking to me and maybe eventually he started talking to Dashie (Charlie Guzman) and TPindell (Troy Pindell) from YouTube who also happen to be in the area, and C invited us to his house so we went to his house (maybe we walked, but I can not remember).

C lived in a very small and cramped abandoned-like one-story house across the street from my uncle WC’s house, and we sat at a table that assume was his dining room table and it was very cramped in this room.

I remember us having fun talking and playing games, like maybe board games and maybe cards, and we also played a drawing game where we would each draw something and compare them to see who had the best drawing.

I remember Dashie joking around and cheating, instead of drawing something himself he found a painting that was already in C’s house and he used that, and I remember calling him out as cheating and that he obviously did not draw that as we laughed and had fun joking about this.

I actually drew something but I can not remember what it was, we compared drawings but I can not remember who won, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This dream was probably inspired by Episode 9 (A Priest Walks Into A Bar) of Season 1 of the television show Lucifer.

All that I can remember of this dream is that it also took place during the evening and / or night, at least the parts that I can remember, and the dream world was possibly a post-apocalyptic one where maybe the government et cetera had collapsed so many homes were probably abandoned like many people were gone and / or dead and gang / raider-like groups were free to prey on people and control various areas with no police / military et cetera to stop them but I could be wrong and that is just my assumption.

All that I can remember is that at some point in the dream there was someone named Maze who had been kidnapped by a gang / raider-like group, I felt that Maze was probably the character Maze (Mazikeen) from the television show Lucifer.

The kidnappers demanded a ransom but I can not remember what they wanted, I decided to help the people who wanted Maze back, and I joined them as they went to give the kidnappers what they wanted in exchange for Maze.

The people who wanted Maze back included a woman who had possibly once been kidnapped by the kidnappers and had maybe escaped them or been freed after someone paid the ransom (probably escaped them because I do not think that she wanted to be seen by the kidnappers), my former male classmate MT, at least two other men (maybe Lucifer Morningstar was among them, but I doubt it), and at least two other women.

We paid the kidnappers the ransom, the leader was a man with light-color skin and he smiled and laughed and he hinted that they had done something to Maze and they refused to give us Maze, and we briefly argued with him but he refused to give us Maze so we possibly returned to tell the others who were possibly hiding not that far away.

The woman who had once been taken hostage by them probably had inside knowledge of their headquarters because she probably helped us sneak into their headquarters, we found Maze and it was Maze (Mazikeen) from the television show Lucifer like I had expected, but she was unconscious and she would not wake up at first so the kidnappers really did do something to her.

I found an orange prescription bottle of muscle relaxers spilled on the floor in the corner of Maze’s cell next to what looked like hay, I did not know what the pills were at first, I told the others and I read the bottle and in the description written on the bottle I saw that they were muscle relaxers so we assumed that they gave a bunch of them to Maze so that is probably why she was unconscious and she would probably not be able to walk on her own.

We carried Maze as we sneaked to the house of the woman who had once been kidnapped by these kidnappers before, and she lived either in either the same house as my brother GC’s former classmate C from the first dream or a house to the right of where it should be and next to the street across from the church at the beginning of my parent’s street.

Maze woke up but she could not walk on her own and she probably went back to sleep after telling us that she would be okay, and we safely made it back to the woman’s house.

Most of the houses in the neighborhood seemed abandoned now, even her house seemed abandoned, and there was a fear that the kidnappers would come looking for us so we were going to leave eventually but we stopped to think up a plan as we waited for Maze to hopefully somewhat recover a bit.

Maze did not seem to have any of her demon powers because I doubt that any humans could kidnap her own their own because she is too powerful and tough for regular humans to handle, and I wondered if she was mortal now and / or if the muscle relaxers were to blame and / or if someone with powers had helped the kidnappers.

The woman’s house had three doors, one in the front, one in the back, and one on the right side in the kitchen that somewhat reminded me of that part of my deceased grandfather IC’s house.

As we came up with a plan we stayed alert and we looked through the windows often, at some point Maze was well enough to walk with help so we were about to leave, and I needed to urinate so I went to urinate in a toilet that was on the left side of the hall on the way to the front door oddly.

The toilet was just there in the open but I did not care, I went to urinate but my former classmate MT started trying to urinate in the toilet as well oddly, and so I backed off to let him urinate first.

While he was urinating I started trying to lock all of the doors, the back door could lock but it could easily be pushed open so I slid a heavy chest of drawers in front of it, the front door could lock and stay locked normally, but the side door only had some bent nails to keep it closed so I was going to have to move something heavy in front of it.

While I was doing this I found two framed photographs behind the heavy object that I moved in front of the side door, the photographs were possibly from the 1990s or 1980s and they showed an attractive woman with light-brown skin with maybe long rusty brown curly hair with a 1980s or 1990s fluffy(?) or big hair(?) look who seemed to be the mother of the woman living at this house, and the woman in the photographs seemed to be in either South America or Spain or Puerto Rico or somewhere else where Spanish is spoken (I forgot to mention that the woman living in this house possibly spoke English with a slight accent like she could also speak Spanish).

The woman living in this house walked over, she commented about the photographs and she said that the woman in the photographs was her mother, and she said something about her being happy back then and she said something about her career (it seemed that her mother possibly was working in media and / or modeling, but I am not sure); and it sounded like her mother was probably dead now.

The woman probably went outside and I remember asking a woman repeatedly about the doors and if they were secured enough now, but the woman would never answer my questions which was annoying so I kept checking the doors and then windows trying to figure out how to best secure them as the others waited outside.

Time was running out and we needed to leave, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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