A Fairy Tale? | A Foot Massage | Autocon? | Saturday At The BP Library

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it possibly involved me hearing about and/or experiencing something that possibly involved a fairy tale that involved maybe The Big Bad Wolf or some kind of other creature from a fairy tale/legend/story, and my coworker Mrs. JM was possibly telling me about this and/or had experienced it with me.

If we did experience this then we probably encounter The Big Bad Wolf or another creature, and maybe we had to deal with it/fight it/survive it but I can not remember.

I just remember talking to Mrs. JM at the end of the dream and she was telling me either the story/legend/fairy tale and/or what we had experienced, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This dream may have actually been part of the previous dream but I am not sure, and so I will type it as its own dream.

The end of this dream possibly took place during the day and some of my coworkers (my female coworkers DT and CR), one or more people, and I had just survived/left from somewhere and we were sitting on one or two couches inside a building.

DT and CR were sitting on the same couch as me, I was laying on the couch with my feet closer to CR, and some point as we talked CR started to partly jokingly massage one of my feet.

I could feel this and it felt real, I felt the sore spots and how the massage was helping, and so I told CR this and how it felt good and I asked if she could continue the massage so she did.

I remember mentioning how whatever we had done in the dream before this had made my feet somewhat sore I guess, and then I was going to give CR a foot massage; but I was going to have her instruct me on how to do this properly.

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

Dream 3

The end of this dream took place during the day at a slightly fictional version of my parents house and my brother CC was there visiting I assume, my brother GC was there, my mom was there, and I was there.

At some point I was doing something inside the house when I heard someone leaving a voice message message on the answering machine, I was in another room, but it sounded like a creepy male stalker.

The assumed stalker did not say who they were calling for but I assumed that they were calling for my mom, the stalker said that he had called before, and that if he did not get a call back that he was going to come save you from this place; and the message ended.

I did not recognize the voice, but I sensed danger and that he would show up sooner than later so I was going to warn CC and then my mom and then GC after I looked around outside first, prepared defenses, got some weapons, and get ready to be on alert and call the police if necessary.

I glanced outside the window, only GC was outside, and he was doing something in the yard so I walked outside to look around and then warn him; but before I could reach GC a gray early 2000 Ford Taurus-looking station wagon being driven by a thin man with dark-color skin with short black hair reversed into our yard wildly and quickly toward the storage buildings.

I could not see how far back he drove or if he was alone or not, it sounded like he possibly hit something, and I assumed that it was the stalker so I immediately ran to the back door and I went inside and I locked it and I ran to the front door and I locked it; and then I ran back to the back door to grab three wooden baseball bats (two short light-tan ones, and one slightly darker normal size bat), and two BB Guns (one was a Daisy Red Ryder-like BB gun and the other BB gun looked like an M4 carbine).

I yelled across the house telling my CC and my mom that we were probably under attack, that I wanted them to barricade themselves in a room once I give them some weapons, and that I wanted CC to protect our mom and be ready to escape the house if necessary and be ready to call the police if necessary; and that I would deal with the threat(s), and that I would try to warn GC.

I heard the stalker banging on the door, I think that he said that his name was Autocon but I could be wrong, and he was saying open up and various other things.

When I heard him walk up the front porch it sounded like he was possibly not alone from the heavy sound of footsteps and I was not sure if he or they had guns or not, I still had not warned GC yet who was now locked outside across the yard, and I was not ready yet so I was in a panic worried about everyone; but that did not stop me from preparing and trying to decide how to best get GC to safety, and handle the threat(s).

I probably gave CC two of the bats and the Red Ryder-like BB gun, and I kept the regular bat and M4 carbine-like BB gun hoping to use this BB gun to trick the threat(s) into thinking that it was real if necessary.

I still had no visuals of what we were dealing with or where GC was, I was not sure if I should exit the back door locking it and signal to GC to come get a weapon and go inside or get a weapon and hide on the other side of the yard ready to flank the threat(s) if necessary, and then if I should approach the front porch hiding mostly behind cover with my weapons hidden asking the threat(s) what they wanted or if I should attack them or what.

Time was running out, I did not want them to notice and harm GC and I did not want them to break the front porch window to enter the house, and so I needed to make a decision; and so I tried to somewhat calm myself while preparing to power-up while imagining various scenarios to decide which option was best.

This looked and felt so real that my body was really in a panic, and so I accidentally woke up from this feeling the same feelings.

In the real world I was still suffering from food poisoning and this dream had me not ready to go back to sleep, so I called in for a sick day at work, and eventually I tried to go back to sleep which was not easy and eventually I went back to sleep.

Dream 4

This dream took place on a Saturday morning like in real life, like in real life I had called in sick for the day, but unlike in real life I decided to go to work to visit with my coworkers.

I went to a fictional version of The BP Library that was spread out among more than one building that were separated by more than one courtyard with one being lower than the other so you had to walk up stairs to reach the other courtyard that led to the main library building, and I went to the first building that was next to a narrow road.

This building was a narrow rectangular building, The IT Department was there or part of it, and I went inside there to visit with my supervisor Mrs. JM.

At some point Mrs. JM’s son drove up the narrow street in a large truck to connect something to it to take it away, maybe a trailer and/or boat, and so Mrs. JM walked outside to talk with him and show him where it was; and I walked outside to offer to help but they had it under control.

As he drove away in reverse slowly I walked to the first courtyard, some kind of carnival or fair or event was talking place in parts of the courtyard that I could not see, but not many people were around.

My female coworker DC was working behind a desk on the left side near our building, I walked over and talked with her briefly, and then I went up the stairs and across the other courtyard to the main library building.

I entered through a door and entrance area that reminded me of my aunt RE’s old house, even the area after this reminded me of her kitchen, and this room was larger than her kitchen and it had the computer lab on the left and the front desks on the right.

My female coworker JB was working alone behind a front desk and our former coworker Mrs. LF was talking to her, I listened to their conversation from a distance to see if I could help, and after they finished I offered to help but they had it under control.

I then started to talk to JB about how I like when coworkers et cetera talk about various topics, they had also talked about something different during their conversation, and I wanted to encourage her to not be afraid to bring up random topics like that with me because I like to hear and join into conversations like that; and how it helps me/us to learn and better understand and connect with each other as coworkers et cetera.

I am not sure if the next thing had happened before or after this, I just remember being in a different IT-related area, and my coworker Mr. JM was working in there doing some kind of experiment where he was hooking up a larger jumper cable-like clip with cable to a tan car-like battery that was on top of some kind of other equipment like maybe a UPS (uninterruptible power supply) and something else.

I heard what sounded like a lot of electricity starting to flow through all the things that he connected, the end of the cable started to slide off like it was getting too hot casing some rubber cover on the battery to get too soft, and I warned Mr. JM about this and about this seeming dangerous.

Mr. JM somewhat jokingly told me that he was disappointed to hear me say this, that this was science and that experiments like this were needed to make progress, and several other things like that; and then the jumper cable-like thing fell off, and the experiment ended.

Mr. JM mentioned possibly making some music to go along with his next experiment, he mentioned making something simple that even us little monkeys with no music making experience could make, but he wondered what we could use to make some music like this.

I started to tell him that I had once made some music using an online web based video game for kids called The Class Of 3000 Funkbox, and I tried to remember if I had the songs that I made stored online or not and if I should let Mr. JM listen to them and use them in his next experiment.

I wanted to tell JB about this, but that is all that I can remember of this dream before waking up.

The end,

-John Jr

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