Accidentally Creeping Out Sabrina Spellman | My Former Classmate JC Faints

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Dream 1

This dream was inspired by me watching all the scenes of the Mandrake Sabrina Spellman clone from Episode 8 (Chapter Nineteen: The Mandrake) from the web television show Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina (Season 2) before I went to sleep; I like that version of Sabrina Spellman and how she talks and acts et cetera.

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a house-like building with other people including maybe some of my coworkers, maybe some of my family, and the character Sabrina Spellman from the web television show Chilling Adventures Of Sabrina.

I probably briefly talked with most of them before walking to a garage-like room that was a bedroom with another storage-like room that had some tools and maybe a sleeping mat or mattress on the floor, and in that room I was maybe helping scan some things and maybe I got some food from a food cart or something like that.

I left briefly and I returned to the room, I found Sabrina sleeping on the floor or mat or mattress and her female friend who had light-color skin was in the bedroom area, I did not want to disturb them so I went to quietly finish what I was doing earlier without bothering them so they did not know that I was there yet.

While doing this I briefly took off my shirt for some forgotten somewhat valid reason, but then Sabrina woke up seeing me standing in the room shirtless and she probably screamed and her and her friend were frightened and creeped out; and they called me a creep, and they made some incorrect assumptions about what I was doing and why I was there et cetera.

They were yelling and telling me to get out et cetera, I tried to calm them down, and then I tried to explain the situation letting them know that it was not what it looked like.

I felt bad about this misunderstanding and I hoped that I could get them to believe me.

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

Dream 2

This dream took place during the day, I was somewhere in Africa walking around outside when I met two women with dark-color skin with short and medium-length black hair who were from The United States, and they were tourists here visiting Africa.

We walked and talked, at some point an African boy with dark-color skin threw some water at them, and the two women told me that earlier that kid and some other people had asked them if they were white and they replied yes as a joke or something; but the kid and the others believed them, and so we assumed that the kid throwing water at them was either an insult because of them saying that they were white or it was about something else.

For some unknown reason I decided to invite the two women to my parents house to get them some water to drink and to take a brief break, even in the dream I wondered why was I bringing two strangers home like this, and they accepted so I walked them to my parents house that was either in Africa or was connected to Africa.

The yard and house looked like they should, I opened the front door and I yelled to my mom who was in the living room and to the rest of my family in the house that I had two visitors with me who I was bringing inside, and my mom looked at me like she was not so happy about this and was surprised and cautious then I let the two women inside.

We went to the kitchen I went to wash two cups for them but one of the women got her own cup, and then I got them some water as I talked to them but one of my family members distracted me.

When I looked back the two women were gone so I went to the living room to find them, they were not there either, and so I asked my family.

I then found the two women on the front porch, and sitting on the steps was my former male classmate JC who looked out of shape and rougher and tired and somewhat sickly and somewhat dirty.

I was surprised to see JC there, he was wearing a red sleeveless shirt with shorts and tennis shoes which all looked a bit dirty, and so I walked on the front porch saying something to the two women and then I greeted JC and I introduced the two women to him because they looked afraid / cautious of him or something.

JC told me that he had been walking around to various places for a long time, I wondered if his automobile had broken down or something, but before he could explain more he fainted so I had to catch him.

I told the two women and I carried JC to the living room as they followed me, the living room was nice and cool because of the air conditioner, and I laid JC on the couch and I put a pillow under his head.

I asked one of the women to get some water for JC to drink and I asked the other to get my mom, and then I checked JC’s pulse and at first I felt nothing but then I felt a pulse.

I tried to get JC to respond but he was unconscious still, I wondered what was wrong with him, and I hoped that he would be okay.

I asked my mom if we should take him to the hospital, I assumed that maybe he was just dehydrated and hungry and maybe something else was wrong, I thanked the two women for helping.

I went to check JC’s pulse again but I was not feeling it at first, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Killer Mike – Reagan

Source: YouTube

Today’s song is the song Reagan by the American rapper Killer Mike from his 2012 music album R.A.P. Music.

I might not agree with that last line in the song, because I try to show some respect for the dead and human life, but I do like how Killer Mike had some messages and stories and facts in this song that need to be heard / thought about / talked about / acted upon.

It is good to see musicians, especially rappers, trying to share some truths and some positive messages in some of their songs; and I like how he called out the rap community et cetera, and issued a challenge to improve in this area.

Music Video

Song

Live Performance

Lyrics (Google Search)

The ballot or the bullet, some freedom or some bullshit
Will we ever do it big, or keep just settling for little shit
We brag on having bread, but none of us are bakers
We all talk having greens, but none of us on acres
If none of us on acres, and none of us grow wheat
Then who will feed our people when our people need to eat
So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding
Cos all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing
And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions
We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting
Hella children deaf and pretending it’s exciting
We are advertisements for agony and pain
We exploit the youth, we tell them to join a gang
We tell them dope stories, introduce them to the game
Just like Oliver North introduced us to cocaine
In the 80’s when the bricks came on military planes

The end of the Reagan Era, I’m like number twelver
Old enough to understand the shit’ll change forever
They declared the war on drugs like a war on terror
But what it really did was let the police terrorize whoever
But mostly black boys, but they would call us “niggas”
And lay us on our belly, while they fingers on they triggers
They boots was on our head, they dogs was on our crotches
And they would beat us up if we had diamonds on our watches
And they would take our drugs and money, as they pick our pockets
I guess that that’s the privilege of policing for some profit
But thanks to Reaganomics, prisons turned to profits
Cos free labor is the cornerstone of US economics
Cos slavery was abolished, unless you are in prison
You think I am bullshitting, then read the 13th Amendment
Involuntary servitude and slavery it prohibits
That’s why they giving drug offenders time in double digits
Ronald Reagan was an actor, not at all a factor
Just an employee of the country’s real masters
Just like the Bushes, Clinton and Obama
Just another talking head telling lies on teleprompters
If you don’t believe the theory, then argue with this logic
Why did Reagan and Obama both go after Qaddafi
We invaded sovereign soil, going after oil
Taking countries is a hobby paid for by the oil lobby
Same as in Iraq, and Afghanistan
And Ahmadinejad say they coming for Iran
They only love the rich, and how they loathe the poor
If I say any more they might be at my door
Who the fuck is that staring in my window
Doing that surveillance on Mister Michael Render
I’m dropping off the grid before they pump the lead
I leave you with four words: I’m glad Reagan dead

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Jaime Meline / Michael Santigo Render

Reagan lyrics © Cypmp, The Royalty Network Inc.

The end,

-John Jr