Mr. Salib? | Helping KC | Brake Problems | Accidental Trespassing | Autographed Hotel Celebrity Memorabilia

Lazy Text Notes Of My Dreams Made From Bed On My Mobile Phone:

Dream 1

In this dream, I was possibly in a store moving stuff, and I had a flashback / vision / memories / or something where it seemed that people were calling me Mr. Salib.

It was like I used to be someone else in another life or something, or I was seeing someone else’s memories.

Mr. Salib / I possibly died or got seriously injured at the end of those flashbacks / visions / memories / whatever, I am not sure, which caused me to abruptly & dramatically exit the flashbacks / visions / memories / whatever like I was entering my body again or something.

That is all that I can remember of this interesting dream, unfortunately, I know that there was more to this dream that I can no longer remember.

Dream 2

This dream took place during the day, I was at a slightly larger, slightly fictional version of my parent’s house and yard.

My brother KDC’s girlfriend, KC, and a female friend of hers or a fictional girlfriend of my brother TDC were also living with us.

They lived in a slightly fictional, larger version of the two storage buildings in our yard that had been converted into rooms with KDC & KC in one, and TDC & the other woman in the other one.

At some point in the dream, KC asked to use my computer, which was possibly outside in the yard against the fence by the field, and she needed help with something on it.

I helped KC with something on my computer using the Microsoft Edge web browser in private mode (InPrivate mode), so that it would not save anything when she exited the browser, because she was using my computer that I was still logged into.

After helping KC, I helped the other woman with something on the computer in the living room, and once again we used Microsoft Edge in InPrivate mode; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

At the end of this dream I was driving during the day in DeRidder past where First Baptist Church used to be.

My brakes stopped working, forcing me to run a red light as my automobile sped ahead, fortunately no one was driving by at the time.

Up ahead I saw a police car with a male police officer driving toward my direction, fortunately, before he saw me, he turned on his sirens, and turned down the highway in a different direction.

My automobile continued speeding forward as I tried to decide whether to use my emergency brakes or not.

My vehicle ended up slowing down, I am not sure if it slowed down naturally, or if I used the emergency brakes.

I pulled over off the road, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 4

This dream took place during the day, some of my family & I went to an assumed abandoned house that was thought to still belong to my mom’s side of the family.

Some of us went inside, while inside I noticed a man with light-color skin in the backyard, and it seemed that he was living at the house.

I then assumed that we were accidentally trespassing, so we started sneaking through the house to leave out the front before he comes inside & notice us.

A pizza delivery woman with dark-color skin with black hair arrived at the front door as we are leaving.

She did not recognize us, so she did not give us the pizza like she was suspicious of us; and she asked where was the man who lived here who she called by name (I can not remember his name).

I told her that he was in the backyard, and that I would go let him know that his pizza was here.

I told the others that they could leave or go ahead & wait for me up the road, and then I started walking toward the back of the house to let the man know that his pizza was here.

My plan was to tell him, walk with him back to the pizza woman, so that it seemed that I knew the man & was supposed to be there.

I hoped that would ease her suspicions & prevent her from mentioning us leaving out of his house, but I woke up.

Dream 5

In this dream I drove to a fictional version of Alexandria, and I had false memories of having gone there several times before & ate at some fictional restaurants & went to a fictional hospital & stayed at a fictional hotel.

I remember driving along the highway there, at some point I saw a police automobile with its sirens on driving up behind us, so I drove toward the side of the highway to let them by.

I continued my drive until I reached Alexandria, I can not remember why I went or most of the places I went to, I do remember thinking about a fictional Chinese restaurant & maybe a hospital that I had false memories of.

At the end of the dream, I was staying at the fictional hotel from my false memories, and my room was on an upper floor.

This hotel had autographed celebrity memorabilia in display cases in all the rooms, and mine had some memorabilia from mostly female celebrities.

I remember seeing some autographed memorabilia for maybe Britney Spears, Hilary Duff, Hannah Montana (the autograph had this name, and maybe the real actresses name) / Miley Cyrus, and several others; including a small rubber topless upper body replica of an unknown female celebrity with light-color skin with long blonde hair.

I remember looking at some of the autographed memorabilia, and being confused & surprised by some of them, like the rubber topless upper body replica of a female celebrity, which I thought was very strange & inappropriate.

Whoever owned this hotel, seemed very proud of their autographed celebrity memorabilia collection, the entire hotel seemed themed around it.

I had false memories of having stayed there before, but I woke up as I looked around while thinking about my dad & false memories from the past of this Alexandria.

The end,

  • John Jr

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