A Hooded Man Named John

All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that I was standing outside in what looked like a fictional version of the field in front of The PH Trade Days area, and I was holding an acoustic guitar.

I was about to walk back to a fictional apartment across the street where I assume I lived when I noticed what looked like a hooded figure standing behind an electrical pole near the road to my left, and I looked in that direction and there was a man wearing a hoodie with the hood on who had dark-color skin but I could not see his face.

When I started to move he started to move toward the same direction so I tried to go slower to let him go ahead of me because I did not want him to know where I was going and I did not want him behind me, but he kept pace with me.

I was on alert and was suspicious of him so I tried to be cautious, he walked all the way to the entrance of the apartment, and there I greeted him and let him walk ahead of me finally.

The man took off his hood as we got inside and he knew my name, he asked me if I remembered who he was and I told him that he looked somewhat familiar possibly but that I could not remember, and he said that his name was John too; and maybe his name was John Doyle, but I am not sure because he seemed disappointed that I did not remember him and did not repeat his last name.

There was an awkward silence as we continued walking, we reached what looked like a fictional version of The BP Library that was inside this apartment, and he asked me for help maybe trying to print something from his mobile phone and so I went to help him.

Then a male patron who is deaf walked over to me signaling that he needed help printing something too, and he led me to a computer in the computer lab.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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