My Tongue Gets Bit Off | At The Library During The Purge | A Toddler & A Flood

Dream 1

This was a dream that I remembered but then forgot, but I barely remembered part of it right before typing this dream.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that I was staying at maybe a two-story house with some of my family in a quiet neighborhood that was possibly near the outskirts of town.

There was a street in front of our house, a field behind the backyard with a forest behind that, a river and / or body of water / ditch system went through part of the neighborhood, and we possibly had one neighbor on the right and one of the left, but there was a good amount of space between us.

This house was larger and better than our real house, we finally were not surrounded by houses, the neighborhood was better and quieter too, we had more access to nature, et cetera.

I can not remember what happened in the dream other than something involving a balcony and / or patio and / or porch that went along a good portion of the house, something involving the body of water and some of my family members and maybe some kids in the neighborhood, something possibly involving insects (maybe mosquitoes) and / or some kind of other animal(s), and maybe me walking inside and outside like we had only recently moved into this house.

But that is all that I can remember now that this remembered dream got forgotten, and then remembered later in the day.

Dream 2

This dream took place during the day, I am not sure what or how or when this happened in the dream, but I possibly somehow bit off more than half my tongue or something strange like that.

I put the separated part of my tongue back in my mouth somehow, and eventually it seemed that I forgot about it or something, and at some point during the dream I went to a multi-story hospital to maybe visit a family member and / or coworker or someone.

While walking through the hospital lost I stopped at a large desk to ask a nurse for help, I had to wait in line, and while I waited I noticed two young men (one with light-color skin and one with dark-color skin) who were celebrities (actors in this case) who were talking.

Then a man with light-color skin walked by and signaled to me and said for me to follow him and that he would show me the way, and so I followed him and the two celebrities followed as well.

I am not sure where the man went but the two celebrities and I ended up walking and talking together through the hospital, we possibly briefly stopped by the hospital room to visit whoever I went to visit, and then the two celebrities invited me to their house, so we left.

I remember us going to a neighborhood that was not that far away, they possibly lived in a multi-story house in a nice neighborhood with their parents, and we hung out, and they rode bicycles and goofed around.

At some point a man in a truck stopped his automobile in the street and just stared at them goofing around like he was wondering what in the world were they doing, and the man was Mel Gibson who had come to visit them.

Mel Gibson was one of their celebrity friends, they greeted each other and I greeted Mr. Gibson, and we started talking.

After this I realized that my tongue was bitten off, so I took out the bit off part, it felt and looked real except it was larger, and the bottom probably looked more similar to the top than it should, and it was starting to look slightly discolored in some areas like the tissue was dying and / or starting to rot, so I felt that I needed to get to the hospital to see if there still enough time to save my tongue by reattaching it or something.

I wondered how could I have forgotten about my bitten off tongue, how was I able to talk, how long has it been like this, can it be saved, et cetera.

But I woke up.

Dream 3

This dream was inspired by the television show The Purge that I watched an episode of before going to sleep.

This dream took place during the evening and / or night, I seemed to be in a larger more modern fictional version of the city of D, and I was inside a fictional larger nicer more modern BP Library where I work that possibly was connected to a multipurpose building with various businesses.

I was inside the library with my coworkers, and The Purge was taking place now, and we were possibly working and / or hoping that the library would be a safe zone, but we had no weapons or armor or security (I do not remember our security guard / coworker Mr. CF even being there) but the doors were possibly locked.

At some point some people ran to the library wanting help, so we let them in, I kept the main automatic glass doors unlocked hoping to save more people, and I wondered if it was safe enough to keep them unlocked.

I looked around into the darkness cautiously looking for threats and wondering what to do if threats did show up, I was worried, and we were not prepared, and I wondered why were we even here during The Purge and why we were not prepared.

As more people were running for the library I wondered if any threats would be hiding among them, so I looked around for threats among them as they ran inside, and while doing this I noticed a man in a black ski mask running toward me threateningly, and before he reached me he said something that I could not understand while pulling out a revolver, so I attacked him before he could point the revolver at me.

I disarmed him and I took him down to the ground and I beat him with the handle of the revolver until he was unconscious and / or stopped resisting, and not long after when he woke up or started talking, the man took off his ski mask and was angry about me attacking him.

I looked inside his revolver, it looked strange and at first I thought that it might be a pellet gun, but then after asking him and looking at the rounds I saw that it was a poorly taken care of revolver with .22 short rounds with discolored rounds, so the ammunition was old and poorly stored as well.

I told him that I thought that he was about to kill me, he claimed to have told me that he was not a threat during the part where I could not understand what he had said, but I did not believe him, so we argued.

A fictional female coworker of mine walked over, the man knew her, and he complained to her about me attacking him and I tried to explain the situation, and we argued until we went our separate ways, but I possibly kept the revolver so that I could use it against any other threats.

I possibly woke up and went back to sleep somewhat continuing part of this dream, but most of it had changed.

Dream 4

My fictional female coworker and the ski mask man from the previous dream were possibly at the beginning of this dream, the man was still angry with me, and I still did not believe him and so there was still negativity between us, but The Purge was not going on, and it was day now.

My fictional coworker had a toddler who was a boy who looked a lot like my nephew CC but with shorter hair, I somehow got to hold the toddler, and I walked around with him.

I am not sure if the library was even in this dream, I just remember a large multipurpose building with various businesses and other things like a casino, and at some point I could not find my coworker so that I could give her toddler back.

I remember going outside and then riding a motorcycle up the street while still holding the toddler, it had rained, and I realized that some areas were flooded, and I passed a school and several other places, but I had to turn around when I could no longer see the street because of the water.

I tried to get back safely, I stopped at the school to ask some students something about the weather and / or if they had seen my coworker, and then I continued on to the building trying to get back before my coworker got angry and worried.

But I woke up.

The end,

  • John Jr

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