Looking For A Bee Gees Music Album | New Coworkers

Lazy notes of my dreams:

Dream 1

I went to a fictional BP School Board building to visit some coworkers of my dad, one of the male coworkers is not there, and a dark-skin obese woman & her dark-skin boyfriend or husband were at a table.

They call the missing man’s office wanting a certain Bee Gees music album to check out, I assume, and I decide to try to find it for them.

Nachos For Andre Johnson

I got in bed after 5:00 AM after staying up trying to finish professional development for work, my dreams got interrupted twice by mobile phone calls without me recording them, and when I woke up after 1:00 PM with my last dream on my mind still I realized how late it was, so I jumped out of bed and so did my memory of that dream and my others dreams mostly except for one fragment of the last dream and part of another dream.

Dream 1

The end of this dream possibly took place in another city and I was inside a maybe Mexican restaurant that had different parts to the building like: several restaurant areas, bars, game rooms, a club, maybe a casino, a basketball court, and who knows what else that were connected by a series of hallways.

Running Fast To Deliver Packages And Helping A Man Who Looks Like Mel Gibson?

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I slept well/solidly last night and annoyingly I once again woke up from a dream with a blank mind feeling like I had to use the bathroom badly and I got awakened by an alarm clock and by people talking loudly, and once again even though I know that I had several clear dreams I forgot all of them except for part of one dream that I barely remembered part of after taking a moment to try to remember my dreams before getting out of bed to use the bathroom.

I am not sure if this next part is part of that dream or not, either way I will assume that it is part of the same dream, and I think that I was in a fictional city working as a delivery person; and I could run super fast, and so I probably would run around the city super fast delivering packages/things to people and I was very good at my job.

One evening or late afternoon probably near the end of my work day I think that I got a call from my mom and/or the male neighbor of someone who lived next to the person who(m) I was supposed to deliver some packages to, the packages were supposed to be delivered to a man, but the neighbor told me and/or my mom not to deliver the packages to the man; and so I went to the neighbor’s house with my mom to investigate the situation.

The neighbor was outside in an outdoor area between his yard and his neighbor’s yard (the man who(m) I was supposed to deliver the packages to) that they both shared as a hangout/recreational area, and there was a bar/seating area with some alcoholic drinks behind the bar and a homemade archery range and some other things around the hangout area.

The neighbor was sitting at the bar drinking and he looked/sounded like the actor Danny DeVito, we greeted him and he started to explain why I should not deliver the packages to the man/his neighbor/his friend, and he explained that the man was having problems with his kids/his marriage/his job/his temper/et cetera and that he has got drunk a lot recently and was having problems with alcoholism now.

The neighbor explained that recently the man had been acting more violent and talking about possibly committing some violent acts, and recently he found a note that seemed to show that the man was possibly planning a violent attack on one or more people possibly at his job and/or other targeted acts of violence and/or random acts of violence; and the neighbor told me that the packages he did not want me to deliver to the man probably contained bullets/ammunition, I checked the packages and he was correct, and so he feared the man was going to kill people if I delivered the packages/bullets to him.

He did not want to go to the police about the situation if possible and he was hoping that the note and the talks of violence were just angry drunken mistakes that the man had made and not serious and/or that we could talk to the man, and convince him to not carry out his plans and get professional help with his problems.

The man came home and he walked toward us looking a bit drunk and he grabbed an alcoholic drink from the bar, even though we suggested that he not drink any more alcohol because he already seemed drunk, and he angrily told us not to tell him what to do; and then he greeted me asking me if I had come to deliver his packages, I did not answer his question, and I tried to distract him by asking him a question.

The man looked/sounded like the actor Mel Gibson I think and I started talking with him about some of his problems, and eventually we started talking about the note that his neighbor found and how we wanted him to not hurt anyone; and how we wanted him to get some help, but he got angry and he yelled at me as he became even more drunk from his alcoholic drink that he was drinking and he started to act violent.

I quickly handled the situation by distracting him with a question again as I quietly took his alcoholic drink away from him and I helped move him from the bar, I had to physically move him because he was too drunk to walk by himself, and he started to calm down once he realized that I was trying to help him; and he drunkenly said that he was sorry, that he did not want to hurt anyone, he admitted that he kept getting drunk in response to his current problems and that he wanted help with his alcoholism, and he wanted professional help with is problems.

We gave him a positive response after he said these things, we hoped that he really meant what he said and that he was not just saying this because he was drunk, and we told him that we would try to help him to get professional help; and I told him that I would not delivery the packages/bullets to him, and I suggested that he avoid his guns/weapons at this time but I got awakened in the real world by an alarm clock/people talking loudly/feeling like I had to use the bathroom badly.

The end,

-John Jr

Showing Some Young Men / Soldiers From Israel The Horror Of Killing People

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I barely remember part of two dreams from last night, and I waited too long before trying to type them and before trying to think about them; and so many important details are missing from both dreams, and both dreams will not make much sense without those details.

Dream 1

The first dream took place during the day in a fictional place, I was in a multi-story brick maybe apartment-like building with a group of young men/soldiers from Israel who all had whitish/light brownish/yellowish colored skin with short hair wearing olive-green colored uniforms I think with assault rifles, and I had an assault rifle as well; but I can not remember most of the dream and so I am not exactly sure what was going on.

My guess is that the building was a civilian building being attacked by a group of men from Palestine who were killing people in the building to get revenge on Israel/maybe the USA/several other countries who attacked their country/people or who were attacking their country/people at this time, so basically they were using terrorism it seemed in desperation, and I am guessing that I either lived in the apartment building or in the neighborhood; and so I was trying to save people, I probably came across the group of young men/soldiers from Israel who had come to kill the men from Palestine who were attacking the building, and so I joined them to help save people.

In the dream I just wanted the violence to stop, I was against what was being done to Palestine but I was also against the terrorism being used against civilians of the enemies of Palestine, and so I was going to defend whoever the victims were in my opinion regardless of whose side they were on.

The young men/soldiers from Israel seemed very inexperienced like this was their first time facing combat and they looked like they either just finished military basic training or had not finished basic training or had not started basic training yet, but they acted like they were looking forward to killing/combat; and they were joking about it, bragging about it, taking their shirts off trying to act macho/super masculine, et cetera.

Basically they wanted to kill people, especially people from/in Palestine, and they said that they would enjoy it & that it would be fun/et cetera; and this disgusted me/bothered me/annoyed me, and I told them so.

I seemed to be more experienced with violence/combat/war/killing/et cetera than them, I knew how horrible it was and that it was not a game/a joke/or fun, and that I would only kill other people if necessary to defend myself/someone else or as a punishment for certain crimes.

I tried to explain the horror of killing people to the young men/soldiers from Israel, but they did not seem to believe me or agree with me.

I did not want to be helping people who acted like them but I knew that the men who were killing people in the building would not stop or listen to me, and so I knew that we/I would have to kill them; and so regardless of how I felt about the young men/soldiers I was helping, I knew what needed to be done, but I still did not like the thought having to kill people.

We went up a lot of stairs in a stairway area of the building, I was also giving some combat advice to the young men/soldiers to help them survive as we went up the stairs, and at some point we finally came across some men who were in the building killing people & they tried to kill us; and we had a quick realistic shootout on the stairway, and we killed them all without any of us dying.

I felt a bit sad about killing them and I angrily turned to the young men/soldiers asking them if they still felt that killing people was fun/cool/et cetera, but they were all in shock; and they realized that I had been right/correct.

Some of them started vomiting, some of them started crying, some of them were shaking, et cetera; and none of them enjoyed it, and they all felt terrible.

I then tried to help them and talk to them to help them deal with this, but I woke up.

Dream 2

My next dream very detailed but I forgot most of it and so it is very unclear, I remember being in a somewhat dimly lit gym/auditorium-like school/college-like building with some of my former classmates & other unknown classmates, and it seemed that we were in school/college; and I remember most of us being in a sitting area, and people were talking/hanging out/et cetera.

I remember talking with several people like my former classmate J/Big J and various other people from Eastside, and then I went around to a few other areas inside the building; and one of these areas was a small Chinese style restaurant/store, and I talked with my former classmate BH in this area because he was shopping there as well & two unknown women were shopping as well.

There was a male worker behind the counter, the food was behind glass and he would put the food that you wanted on carry-out plates, and alcoholic drinks were behind the counter as well I think; and so the two women and BH ordered some food, and then they picked an alcoholic drink (he had rice based alcoholic drinks, some beer, some wines, et cetera).

At some point it was my turn and I probably picked some food items and I asked the male worker if he had some honey wine/mead (because I was curious & I have never seen a bottle in real life yet) but I can not remember if he had any or not, I remember him showing me various alcoholic drinks that he had, but I can not remember if I bought any or not.

At some point I walked back to the sitting area but a lot of my former classmates from Eastside were gathered in a circle like a fight was happening, but there were too many people in the way & I could not see what was happening; but it sounded like a fight, and so I tried to get close enough to see what was going on so that I could stop it but I can not remember what happened.

I remember talking with several people about the situation, but that is all that I can remember.

The end,

-John Jr

A Chronicles Of Narnia Prince Caspian Inspired Dream: On The Run

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Last night I remember most of my last dream, except the beginning.

Also I must mention that before I went to sleep, I watched some of the movie The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian, so the dream had a plot like that; but it was in modern times & it was more realistic.

If I remember correctly, it started at some large room with a lot of people in it, and it seemed like a big room at a college used for gatherings like: speeches, dances, dinners, meetings, etc.

The room had a wooden dance floor, some tables, chairs, and probably some food & drinks.

People were standing around talking, and there may/might have been some music.

I was talking with my brother CC, my friend DH, and several unknown people.

Now here is my guess on how the dream started: I think one of the people we were talking to was a prince and some of his friends came and told him that his uncle’s wife had just had a baby boy, and so now his uncle was sending the police & FBI to arrest & kill him for a false crime/a crime that he did not commit.

They said that he had to leave now so CC, DH, and I joined them & we ran to an automobile outside of the building, and we drove off.

As we were leaving, the police arrived and they started to surround the building, and they did not see us leaving; and so we escaped.

If the FBI had arrived there with them, then we probably would not have escaped, but fortunately the FBI arrived late.

Once the FBI did get there and when they did not find the prince, they told the police to not let anyone leave the city, and they told them to patrol all the roads.

We knew that we could not drive longer without getting caught, and so we parked the automobile somewhere; and we decided to sneak through the alleyways of various buildings.

It appeared that we were in a fictional version of LC, somewhere near the downtown area.

We tried to avoid being seen unless there were a lot of people walking, then we could hide among them while walking, and we doubted that the police would expect us to be walking.

There were police driving around the city watching the roads, we saw a few pass by us, but they did not notice us since they were too busy looking for our automobile.

As we were walking down the sidewalk we noticed a little building with windows with metal bars with no glass, and a metal door with bars instead of being solid.

It seemed almost like a covered outdoor café area or something, except that there was a group of woman who appeared to be students at a private college, and they were having a class or a meeting there.

So we stopped to talk to them, so that the police would be less likely to notice us.

The group of woman all wore uniforms like at a private Catholic college or something and they were all tall, thin, had medium length hair, and they looked like volleyball players or models.

The inside of this outdoor/indoor building was strange, and it was like a dorm room/outdoor café dinning area/classroom.

There was a few café dining tables that could be used for eating or as desks and there were a chalk board, beds, and storage closets.

But the windows and doors were just bars, so anyone could see inside, and the wind could blow right through; but it had a roof to keep out the rain.

Anyway we all talked and we told them about our situation, and so they decided to help us and let us stay there for the night.

I felt safe and I had the feeling that the police would not stop here during the night, they really would not expect us to be staying at an outdoor/indoor building connected to the sidewalk right next to the road, and especially a building with windows & a door that you could see and hear everything through.

The women only had enough beds for themselves, so the rest of us slept on the floor.

The next day we woke up and we thanked the women for helping us, but we felt that we had to keep moving because the police may come looking for us; and so we left and we continued to walk on the sidewalk.

Right up the road there was a bar/restaurant/apartment building, and so we stopped there to hide.

The building had different floors and each floor seem to be separated by class; the bottom floor seemed to be for lower class people, the middle floor for middle class, and the upper floor and apartments seemed to be for upper class people.

We stopped at the bottom floor to eat and drink something, but before we ordered, some of the women that had helped us came into the building; and so we stopped to talk to them.

I was more worried about what we should do next, so I started to talk to someone in our group about what we should do next, but as I was talking, a girl who looked to be about 14 years old said something to me; but I am not sure what she said, but I do know that she wanted me to follow her.

She said that she heard me talking, and that she might be able to help us; and as I followed her, she told me a few things, but I can not remember what she said.

I do know that she acted like she was older than me and she seemed completely calm and in control like she was a CIA agent or something.

We were walking up the stairs as she explained things to me, she said that her dad was a business person from Japan, and she said that he owned an apartment in this building.

We walked up to the upper class area where people were dining and drinking wearing suits and dresses, and we stopped at a table with two women that appeared to be about my age or older.

I think they were her sisters, they said hello to me but they did not seem interested in talking to me and they seemed bored, and so they continued to talk with each other.

There was a small shot glass with some orange looking drink in it on the table where I was sitting, and the girl told me that was a special alcoholic drink that is drunk on holidays; and she said that it tasted like broccoli.

She told me to try it so I did and it tasted like fruit juice with no alcohol, and after I finished drinking it a waiter took the shot glass; and he gave me a red drink, and that one tasted like broccoli.

After finishing the second drink, the girl said that the drinks were pretty expensive (maybe $40 a shot) but her sisters would pay, and I asked her if she would at least let me pay for some of it; and so I put in $20.

Her sisters did not have any cash, and so I think they used checks or their debt cards.

The girl then told me that if my friends and I needed a place to hide, that we could stay at her dad’s apartment on the 4th floor, and so I told her thanks and that I would talk to my friends about it.

I walked back to the 1st floor to tell my friends about what the girl had said, and as I was walking to their table I noticed a woman walking into the building; it was a messed up looking Pauline Croze.

At this point I think the dream went lucid or the dream had already went lucid once I started talking to that girl, but I am not sure.

Instead of trying to control the dream, I just controlled my own actions and I acted normal.

Ms. Croze sat a table looking sad, like she had cried and her hair was messed up & it looked dry, and she looked mad.

I walked up to her table and I asked her if she was Pauline Croze, and she said yes; and said that she did not know me & she asked me who I was.

I told her my name and she said that she still did not know me, and she looked away & she tried to ignore me.

I sat down at her table and I said that she looked sad & I asked her what was wrong, and to my surprise she responded.

She said that her boyfriend and her had argued or something, maybe he cheated on her, but I am not sure.

I told her that maybe she should write a song about it to help her put her thoughts & feelings on paper, and then she could slowly start dealing with them.

Also I told her that she could play music, and sing the new songs to help her as well.

During this time I knew that the dream was now lucid and that it would probably fade, but I did not try to control the dream other than just being myself and acting normal.

I felt the ability to control the dream and I felt that it could fade away, but I ignored that and I continued to be myself ,so the ability either stayed the rest of the dream or it faded; but I am not sure, and that all I know is that I did not try to control the dream world itself.

Anyway, Ms. Croze told me that she thought that my idea were pointless and that they would not help, but I told her that I believed that they would help her and that it should be easy for her in my opinion.

She then told me that she rather be left alone now, and so I told her to think about my idea; and then I left to talk to my friends about how to escape the police & FBI.

My friends and I discussed our opinions of what the new plan should or should not be.

They wanted to stay with the college women again, but I told them that was not a good idea, because I felt that the police would search that area tonight.

I then told them what the girl had said, but they felt that she could not be trusted & I agreed that it was risky, even though I did trust her.  (But we all felt that something was odd about her, and the prince & his friends felt that she may/might work for his uncle somehow)

I then offered a third plan, that we continue to sneak through the alleyways and we would try to get to the lake to swim or find a boat, to get us out of the city/to get out of the city.

I told them that the streets were full of police and that they were trying to trap us in the city, and so our best option would be to leave the city by water or air; but we were closer to the water, which was very close to the downtown area, so that would be easier.

They all agreed, so we left that night but some of us had to use the bathroom, and so we stopped at a public bathroom across the street; but while we were in the bathroom, we heard police sirens, so we hid.

Two police officers opened the door of the bathroom and they looked in, but they did not hear or see us; and so they left.

We then opened the door and we looked out after they left, and the police were searching the building where the college women lived; and they were going to search the bar/restaurant/apartment building next, and so we went into the alleyway.

The police seemed to be blocking the area off to search it, fortunately we did not stay at the girl’s dad’s apartment or with the college women again, and so I guess that we had made the right choice.

I got the feeling that the girl was working with the prince’s uncle, because how else did the police know to go directly to the building that the college women stayed at & the other building and why did the police put so much effort into blocking off that area? (They must have heard that we were in the area)

I think that the girl tried to set us up, so that the FBI could quietly come to her dad’s apartment to kill us without any witnesses, and her family & her would get rewarded by the prince’s uncle.

I had the feeling that the prince’s uncle alerted his friends and many other upper class people to be on the lookout for the prince, and to try to trap him until the FBI could get there; and he probably offered a huge reward.

If this was true, she probably saw the prince and the others talking to the college women, and she guessed that we probably had stayed with them the night before; and when we did not ask to stay at her dad’s apartment that night, she probably called the police & told them that we were probably at the college women’s building. (Fortunately we were not there)

Anyway, we now knew we could not wait until tomorrow to get to the water, and so we decided to try to sneak around the police through the alleyways; and we were going to try to reach the water to escape that night.

As we ran through the alleyways looking for a good escape route, I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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