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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.

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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.

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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

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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