A Mercenary Training Camp

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place inside a multi-story windowless school building where I was a student with a class of other students, including a few of my former classmates like my former male classmate BM, and our teacher was a man with white skin.

I remember my class walking to move to another classroom on an upper floor, at some point we reached a classroom but we possibly got separated from our teacher and/or part of the class, and we were not sure if we were in the correct classroom or not.

I remember us talking and waiting until some of us decided to investigate so I left to find our teacher and/or the rest of the class and/or the correct classroom, and I remember walking into another classroom of students where I met a few of my former classmates like maybe my former female classmates PP and SM.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that there was more before, during, and after this.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day and I was attending a mercenary training camp for some unknown or forgotten reason(s), the mercenary training camp offered at least three different levels of the camp with each level having a certain name and being taught or led by a certain instructor whose names were written on the sign that I was reading next to the names of each level of the camp, and I assume that the three levels were basic and intermediate and advanced but those were my guesses because the names were more like code-names.

There were a variety of people there outside and inside several buildings but I do not remember seeing any women but I could be wrong, some had mercenary and/or police and/or military and/or security et cetera experience, but some of us did not.

This training camp was probably very condensed but probably got longer as the levels rose and was probably focused on quickly getting rid of the people not fit for mercenary life, and so the basic course was mostly tests it seemed.

It seemed that most people did not make it through each level so finishing each level was a rare thing and finishing all the levels would gain you a lot of respect and look good on your résumé and would increase your chances of getting jobs, and the training got more dangerous each level so some people would get hurt and killed at increasing rates each level.

The basic level instructor that I remember was a man with white skin who seemed to be a former special forces soldier, one of the first tests and questions was about if we had killed anyone or anything and how and why and we had to prove it, and maybe we had to kill someone or someone or we were tricked into thinking that we were.

They were clearly trying to let people know that the mercenary life is different and that you would need to be ready and able and willing to kill and that the normal rules and morals did not matter, and so this test caused most people to quit; but someone how I made it through probably by talking my way out of it, but I can not remember.

I can not remember the rest of the basic course or how long it was, it seemed very short and mostly focused on narrowing down to people who were ready for the next level, and somehow I finished the basic course and I signed up for and started the intermediate course which was taught or led or started by a somewhat thick man with light brown or yellow-white skin who seemed to be from an island country or Hawaii.

We started inside one of the buildings on an upper floor with some windows as the only source of light in a classroom, our first test was a mental and emotional and social et cetera test where we were to visualize a woman whose only son (child) had just died and we were to put our hands on her head as she cried about the death of her son and we were to smash-in her skull with our hands and smash-up her brains with our hands, and then after visualizing this he asked each of us several questions while watching and listening closely to each of us respond looking for reasons to fail us (being too emotional, hesitating too long, lying, et cetera).

I remember not wanting to do this and hesitating but I did this visualization exercise, which was not easy, and then I answered his questions.

I remember almost crying and my voice breaking a bit but I calmed myself, I was honest about not wanting to do it and not liking it and feeling emotional after, but that I was able to calm myself.

In my visualization I remember seeing the pain and horror and tears and sadness in the woman’s eyes as I smashed in her skull with my hands and smashed up her brains with my hands, it was terrible and I felt terrible during, and afterward.

I gave him very detailed and honest and interesting responses to his questions, he was going to fail me at first because of my emotional response but my responses interested him and he seemed to see some potential in me, and so he passed me on to the next test and exercise; but many did not pass.

The next test and exercise was outside where there was a tall wooden wall where most of us had to stand on while one person stays on the ground as each of the people on the top shoot an arrow or crossbow bolt attached to a rope or cable at the person on the ground, and the person on the ground had to catch the arrow or bolt to pass the test.

This looked very dangerous and difficult so I guess most people would probably quite, fail, get hurt, or die during this test; but I woke up as we were starting to climb to the top.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was inside a house talking with my mom and brother GC when I saw a small insect fly in front of them on the floor, it looked like a baby cockroach (roach), and so I asked my mom and my brother GC if they saw it.

I found it and it seemed to be a baby roach so I tried to kill it, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 4

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was at a swimming pool during the day that looked somewhat like the MS University swimming pool, I was standing near the pool ladder/steps talking to a man who was in the water, and after talking to him I was going to swim so I walked to a bench to take off my clothes and put them on it.

I had swimming trunks on but I realized that I had several layers of T-shirts on oddly so I started removing them until I got to the last T-shirt when something happened that I can not remember, and I ended up walking to a hallway behind a door to talk with a woman.

We got attacked by a strange very aggressive rat-like animal or creäture that bit the woman on the arm, I knocked it to the ground and I stomped on its head and my foot decapitated its head, and then the man in the swimming pool and a male lifeguard with white skin ran over to see what happened.

I told them what happened and that we needed to get the woman medical attention and get her to a doctor because the rat-like creäture was probably infected with something, but I woke up as the woman was bleeding from a small bite wound on her arm.

The end,

-John Jr


A Mountain Lion

Source: Wikimedia Commons

Last night I barely remember parts of several dream fragments, with one dream fragment involving my family & some of my indirect family members from my mom’s side of the family, and some of us were going to meet for a family gathering or something in Texas and/or L in L and/or somewhere else.

I think that we went to a fictional motel or hotel that is sometimes in my dreams, but I can not remember, and I think that I went to several cities & states in the The United States in this dream; but that is all that I can remember.

The next dream that I remember involved my family and I driving down a country road to a fictional neighborhood, and we saw a mountain lion in the road; and it somewhat followed us to the next road, but it stopped to explore, it seemed to be hungry or maybe it had rabies.

We were shocked and somewhat afraid, we stopped at a small house, which was where we were supposed to be; I think that we were going to have a small family gathering there or we were going to have our own gathering & stay there for the night, but I am not sure.

I started looking in our automobile for anything that could be used as a weapon, and I gave my parent’s & my brothers some hammers and screwdrivers; and I told them to stay in the house, while I looked for more weapons and/or shields/armor.

I was afraid that the mountain lion would attack us or someone else in the neighborhood, I was having a hard time finding a weapon since I gave almost all of them to my family, and then I noticed a girl playing in the road with her small pet dog; and so I ran out of the automobile to tell her to bring her dog & hide in the automobile before the mountain lion saw them.

I saw the mountain lion coming up the street, still exploring for food or something to attack, and the girl saw it too; and so she followed me to the automobile with her dog & we hid inside of it, as the mountain lion got closer.

The only weapons left were a bottle of cleaning spray and a strange axe-like kitchen spatula, hahaha, and so I grabbed those two things as weapons, as we hid; at some point I got tired of hiding & I wanted to face the mountain lion before it attacked someone, because it looked hungry and/or like it had rabies, so I told the girl to stay in the automobile with her dog & I went outside to face the mountain lion.

I stood near the automobile somewhat afraid & cautious, since it was night-time & I did not know where the mountain lion was now, and so I started looking for it; and I walked through a path in the woods that led to the road, and I walked up the road.

It was quite scary walking alone during the night on a country road with a mountain lion around somewhere, but I kept my guard up, and I walked all the way back to a fictional city.

I reached a fictional version of the FB Church in D, the back door was open & I walked in cautiously, and the inside looked like a fictional building that is sometimes in my dreams; which has several floors with a maze-like feeling/appearance to them.

I needed to pass through the church to reach a courtyard that led to a dorm/apartment-like building (because the church was in the way & there was a fence blocking entry into the courtyard from this side), where I guess that I lived, I heard some noise(s) inside of the church; and so I moved quietly not knowing if it was the mountain lion or someone who had broken into the church, because the church was supposed to be closed/locked.

It was early in the morning so the sun was starting to rise a bit now, as I tried to sneak through the church to reach an exit & avoid being seen by whatever was in the church, and at some point I found an exit; but the door had an alarm system, but I walked out of it anyway, and the alarm went off.

Outside people were starting to walk outside like they were on their way to breakfast & then college, as the alarm went off, and I tried to walk quickly to the dorm/apartment-like building; but I could barely walk, it was like I could only move very slowly, like something was holding me back/like I was moving in slow motion.

I hid my weapons in my jacket so that I would not look suspicious, I was wearing a knit cap which help hide part of my head, and I tried to act normal as I walked very slowly to leave before the police arrived; my plan seemed to be working, though I could only walk very slowly since I was moving in slow motion while everyone else moved normally, but then I woke up.

I had another dream, but I can not remember it at this time.

Maybe the mountain lion represented what ever is making me sick, maybe my immune system has detected the threat, and it is trying to deal with it; sometimes when I am sick my dreams or either strange or they seem to represent my immune system fighting the sickness.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂