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Taylor Swift's Dad | A Photograph Of My Aunt ME

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it possibly started in a slightly fictional version of the city of D during the day, and I was somewhere outside along what looked similar to T Street when I possibly met several people.

Someone in the dream and in false memories in the dream had mentioned Taylor Swift’s dad, her fictional dad (I have no idea who her real dad is), and in the dream I had heard rumors that her dad seemed to have a creepy habit involving underage males that seemed to hint at him possibly being a pedophile though that was not said.

I was possibly younger in this dream, probably underage, and one of the people I met was Taylor Swift’s fictional dad; and he invited me to his house to visit him and his family, and for some reason I went.

Him and his family lived not that far away along or near T Street, I remember being inside their house being introduced to his family, and the last member of his family that I met was his wife who had light-color skin.

His wife was standing up in a dimly lit room staring at me smiling as I greeted her as her husband introduced me to her, she said something to him and then maybe me, and then it seemed that she possibly used some kind of mind control powers or something on me that caused me to lose consciousness.

I woke up later with missing time and no memory of what had happened to me, and I assumed that the rumors were true but that his wife was also involved and that she possibly had superpowers that she would use to help her husband in whatever he or they would do to underage males; but I can not remember where I woke up at.

There was something that I can not remember where Taylor Swift’s fictional dad was possibly invited to sing at a business, he sang, then Howie Mandel sang, then someone else sang, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The next thing that I remember is driving during the day along familiar L-like areas that I had false memories of, and I remember driving by a fictional chemical plant with familiar buildings and equipment (some that was old and was no longer in use) and some new equipment.

The plant was being closed temporarily so the workers were going to be without work, and I saw the employees arriving there as they got this news and were wondering what they were going to do now.

I felt bad for the employees, but I woke up.

Dream 2

This dream involved me finding an old photograph of my aunt ME when she was younger, she was still an adult, and in the photograph she looked like she could have been a model.

She seemed to be sitting on a bed or she was on her knees in a small bedroom it seemed, I can not remember if anyone else was on the bed behind her or if anyone else was in the room behind her, but I do know that in front of her possibly partly to her left was what looked like part of the body of a naked man with dark-color skin who was standing up facing her.

You could only barely see the man from behind and from the side, you could see part of what looked like maybe his penis and maybe part of his lower body and back, but that was all that you could see because he was barely on the left corner of the photograph.

I was confused and surprised et cetera by this photograph, what was going on in this photograph, was it something sexual about to happen, was it a modeling photo shoot, did the naked man simply move partly in the shot as a joke, et cetera?

I wondered who took this photograph, where was it photographed, when was it photographed, who was the man, did my aunt ME know about this photograph, were there copies of this photograph and was it shared with anyone else, et cetera?

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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