An Amarna Miller-Like Quarterback

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved my former male classmate JC.

Dream 2

This dream was probably partly inspired by some of the American football (college and NFL) games that I have seen in the last two weeks.

Clemson vs. LSU: CFP National Championship | College Football Highlights
Titans vs. Chiefs AFC Championship Highlights | NFL 2019 Playoffs

Old Town Road

Lil Nas X - Old Town Road (Official Video) ft. Billy Ray Cyrus
Source: YouTube

I fell asleep on the living room couch, I woke up only saving barely one piece of one dream, and I did not get in bed after that long enough to sleep again like I was supposed to because I got up to type a post but I ended up staying up too long to go back to sleep again.

This part of the dream was inspired by me hearing part of the song Old Town Road by Lil Nas X and Billy Ray Cyrus yesterday when I was at my brothers KDC’s and TDC’s college American football game.

Crying About The American Dream

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place in The United States and I was outside at a college with maybe my mom near a bus and some college buildings, and a young man was being interviewed about the college American Football (football) team and if he would play football for this college.

The young man wanted to know what was in it for him if he were to play football at this college, it had to be worth it for him to do so, and after the interview my mom and I possibly talked to him.

I am not sure if this was the same young man or not, but I remember walking and talking with a young man with light-medium color skin who I possibly thought was from Macedonia or Azerbaijan.

The young man did not seem to trust me or want to talk to me at first, but at some point he started to tell me about how back in his country there had been war/conflict with Armenia and how he had left from his country to The United States to escape jihad (probably taking part in it).

I asked him why did he choose The United States, and he started telling me about how he had imagined things would be there basically The American Dream and he felt that The United States would be a good place with its immigrant history et cetera; but now that he was here things were not the way that he had expected.

Hearing his story and how his dreams/hopes about The American Dream had been crushed and how The American Dream is not real and that the reality of The United States is different from that really saddened me on several levels, and I started crying.

This surprised the young man and after this he trusted me and was friendly toward me, and he treated me like a friend for the rest of the dream as we walked and talked around the college.

At some point I noticed a circular rash on my shoulder that I had false memories of, but now I noticed some new rashes inside this rash so I wanted to go get it checked finally; and so we went to find an infirmary at the college.

I remember walking across a street that looked like the street that The E House is on, and on the right side somewhat past where Mrs. MB’s house was an entrance way that possibly went down toward a one-story building that looked like it might be an infirmary so we went inside of it.

It was very dark inside, barely lit, and there was a lobby and front desk like an infirmary with several assumed nurses/doctors behind it.

I asked one of them who was a man with light-color skin if this was an infirmary, he responded rudely and mentioned something that would prove it, but what he mentioned was not proof.

I noticed several things that were not right and I felt danger and that these people were imposters, I started to walk away quietly telling the young man that we needed to get out not, and as I was doing this the workers/imposters noticed and I heard one telling the others and maybe they mentioned bringing a gun so that they could stop us but we ran.

One or more of them ran after us, I led the young man on a route to avoid leading the imposters to my parents street, and I ran to another street where we would wait and hide a moment and then either hide at my parents house or return to the college.

But I woke up.

In the real world I had fallen asleep on the couch while watching TV, and I woke up about 5 hours later.

Audio Recordings Of John McCain

The end of this dream involved me working at a job, maybe a fictional library, and me and my coworkers each had our own separate areas in one large open area.

We each had a computer and each of our areas was like a boxed in cash register-like area like at a store combined with a hotel front desk / office, and to enter our areas was a short swing door.

At some point some of us were playing catch and / or American football, and then a fictional woman with light-color skin with maybe brown hair who was John McCain’s wife entered our building (she did not look or sound or act like Cindy McCain).

She somewhat reminded of The First Lady Of The United States Melania Trump in appearance and in the way that she spoke with a similar accent, it was not her, but she seemed to be like a combination of her and another woman.

John McCain’s fictional wife wanted some audio recordings of John McCain copied / saved to somewhere / something else that I can not remember.

She possibly wanted to know if it was possible to upload those audio recordings to an AI (artificial intelligence) and / or another person and / or a robot and / or an android or something like that so that, and so I assume that in a way she wanted to bring Mr. McCain back in a way (not literally, but something close) but I could be wrong.

One of my coworkers suggested saving some backups to several locations including online so that she could just listen to the audio recordings of Mr. McCain whenever, and then maybe upload them to an AI who could learn to mimic his voice et cetera and use that audio data to try to simulate Mr. McCain.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

A Whistleblower | Driving With My Uncle CE | A Football Field In My Parents Yard | Sniper Training

Dream 1

This dream involved a religious school that was being investigated over abuse allegations, a former employee of the religious school who was possibly a former security guard who was an overweight woman with dark-color skin with black hair was a whistleblower helping law enforcement, and she was sharing information of things that she had saw and heard back when she had worked at the religious school.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, it was possibly morning, and I was riding in a car with my uncle CE who was driving.

My uncle CE wanted me to go somewhere with him, first we stopped in a fictional neighborhood before you get to downtown so that we could pick up one of his grandsons / one of my cousins, and my uncle CE was talking during most of the drive.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

This dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of my parents yard that had an American football field that was almost in the middle of the yard with one end zone being by the dogs and the other end zone was near the street in front of The B House.

I was playing in an American football game, the game was almost over and my former male schoolmate TC was on my team and we had the ball, and on this play I possibly handed off the ball to TC when I saw that he had an opening.

I started running behind him to block for him, only one male player from the other team was able to try to catch up, and they both sped up past me but TC was able to get the touchdown.

I remember us celebrating and being tired as we talked about that last play, and we had won the game.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 4

This dream took place during a gray day and I was in the alley by my parents yard near the back gate, and playing in my parents yard near this were some children.

I was a sniper and I had a male spotter, and we were training and having a fake / training sniper shootout / battle against another sniper and his spotter; and so our two sniper teams were training with / against each other.

The other sniper team were somewhere near The E House lying low, and my sniper team was in the alley lying low.

We went back and forth taking shots at each other, taking cover, having our spotters look for openings et cetera, and this was pretty fun.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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