Playing Baseball | The City Removes The G House

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was outside during the day in the back yard of The E House, family members from my mom’s side of the family seemed to be slowly arriving for a family gathering inside the house, and my aunt RE drove into the back yard with her car.

RE got out of her car and she went to walk inside the house as my mom walked out of it, they walked past each other without looking at each other or saying anything to each other, and they both had neutral-negative facial expressions as they did this like they had a problem with each other or something like that.

I wondered what was their problem with each other, but I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was playing professional baseball inside a small indoor gym/arena/stadium, and during the game I kept accidentally going through the wrong door that led to the hallway for the other teams fans.

My last play in the game before we took a break involved me getting out because someone bunted the ball and I could not reach the next base in time, and once again I accidentally walked out the wrong door to the wrong hallway.

Everyone was heading to the locker rooms at this point including the cheerleaders, bands, coaches, players, and there were even two female teams (softball or baseball).

I tried to reach the locker rooms before the fans filled the hallway that I accidentally walked into, but I woke up as I reached the locker rooms.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that at some point in the dream I was at a city owned building or something, and then I left.

At the end of the dream it was evening or night and I was walking back to my parents house, when I reached my parents street I noticed a shirtless muscular man with dark-color skin walking behind me to the right, and he seemed to be my former male classmate AA at first until shortly after I greeted him and after us saying a few things he magically changed into my male cousin DE without me noticing other than me now recognizing him as DE.

DE had just gotten out of prison/jail so he was on his way back to The G House, but as we reached it we noticed that it was gone and was replaced by a somewhat small white house/building.

We went inside the new house/building, it seemed to be a smaller replica of the city building from earlier in the dream, and so I told DE this.

I walked into my parents yard and my mom was behind the automobiles so I asked her about the house situation, The G House got removed or destroyed by the city after someone reported it and they checked it and condemned it, but my mom was not sure who had reported it but she suspected that it was one or her siblings.

My mom was not happy about this and she wanted to know who had reported The G House, the city now owned the new building/house that they built there, but it was not clear if they owned the land now too or if my mom’s family was renting the land to them.

It seemed that maybe the replica house/building would be used for tourism but we did not know, and so DE probably would not be able to live in it; but for now maybe he was going to stay there.

We then noticed a strange work/firetruck-like vehicle drive across the street from the new city building/house, a group of male and female workers with light-color skin with determined faces wearing safety vests and safety helmets and flamethrowers and other equipment got out, and one of them started using a flamethrower-looking device to spray tar on the new electrical pole in front of the new city building.

Some of the other workers used their flamethrowers to start burning the rest of a badly burnt storage building or something at the edge of our neighbor Mr. RD’s yard, but I woke up as I watched this.

The end,

-John Jr

By John Jr

Hello, I am John Jr, welcome.

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