Last night I had several dreams, but I do not feel like typing them in detail.
One or more of the dreams involved one of my common dream themes of having to use the bathroom but all the bathrooms are full and/or lacking in privacy, in this case all the bathrooms were full, and so I searched around a school/college that is sometimes in my dreams; looking for somewhere to use the bathroom, I actually had to use the bathroom in real life too, and so my mind was probably letting me know that I needed to wake up soon to use the bathroom.
I am not sure if I ever got to use the bathroom in the dream or not, but I did wake up to go to the bathroom in the real world at some point.
Last night I only remember part of my last dream, which took place in a fictional version of D, and I drove back into town to reach a store before they closed.
The store was where the BB on the West-side should be, and the store was a small business ran by a family that included: a wife, husband, son, daughter, and maybe one or more family members.
I got there near closing time and an American Football team was there ordering something and so I waited with them in line, and I talked with some of them; and they were wearing their football uniforms & some of their football pads.
For some strange reason I was wearing a cheap life jacket, the kind you use when on a boat, that made it look like I had some football pads on; and so I made a joke about being on the football team, and I asked if I could be the kicker. 🙂
We started to laugh and we made a few more jokes about me playing on their football team, but then it was time for the football team to leave, and they said good-bye.
The owners were starting to clean up the store but I think that they were going to let me shop, but I think that I went to use the bathroom first; but this part of the dream is unclear, and I just remember walking in the store, not far from where the owners were cleaning.
Then the owners son, who looked like my former classmate JC, walked toward me grinning/smiling with a sinister/negative facial expression, and he pulled out a taser or a strange device; and then he started to shock me with it.
It hurt and I started to scream in pain as I fell to the floor, because my muscles were starting to tense/tightened & I got weaker, and he kept shocking me off & on as I was on the floor screaming in pain; and I could not get up to defend myself, since my muscles were being shocked, and strangely the owners did not seem to notice this since they were busy cleaning & some shelves were blocking their view.
I had no idea why the owner’s son was shocking me, he seemed to enjoy it as he grinned/smiled in a sinister/negative way, and I might have even begged him to stop & I might have even asked him why he was shocking me; but he did not respond, and he kept shocking me as I was on the ground screaming in pain.
Since he would not respond or stop, I decided to try to resist the shocks, and I started to scream louder trying to power-up/build the strength to get up; and I started to resist the shocks a bit, and my muscles started to un-tense/un-tighten a bit, but I still could not get up.
Then the husband/father came walking over, so the son stopped shocking me & he pretended that everything was normal, and he asked if everything was okay; and the son lied and said yes that everything easy was okay, and I lied and said that everything was okay & that I had slipped & fell or something like that. (Probably because I was afraid)
My body was in pain as I still was on the floor, since my muscles still were not ready to work properly, and so I started trying to gain the strength to get up; and eventually I got up, but my muscles were sore & weak still.
I then had to use the bathroom again and the son & father & another man who looked like MT’s brother CT followed me, and I walked into the bathroom nervously has they followed me for some strange reason.
They stayed near me talking, as I used the urinal & they used the urinals next to me, which was strange & a bit uncomfortable; and I was wondering if one or more of them would attack me again, and so I nervously listened to them & I talked with them.
But then I woke up as we were leaving the bathroom.
One of my dreams last night involved me being in my birth town in the day time and I thought that I had to pick my brothers up from American football practice, so I went to get them, but instead of using my automobile; I used a bicycle. 😀
At some point I remember coming across one of my brothers and he rode on my bike as I rode/drove it and we reached a small fictional office near a small gas station near my other brothers school, but something went wrong with my the bike and so we stopped & took it inside the office building so I could check it.
The office was about to close so we had to hurry, and I noticed that the chain was not all the way on, so I fixed it; and I asked my brother how were we going to fit my other brothers on the bike. 😀
He told me that we did not have to pick them up from football practice, because they did not have practice that day, so we left the building as they were closing; and I started to ride/drive my brother on the bike home, but I woke up.
I had a series of dream fragments last night that all involved me going to class, studying, doing homework, etc all involving Math (me weakest & least favorite subject). 😀
The series of dream fragments all were connected and were probably my most detailed school dreams ever, in that I actually was focusing on what we were supposed to be learning.
In my dreams one of my former classmates mom was the teacher and I went to class & she was going over the homework (which I remembered that I did not finish from another dream in the past), so that was interesting that I already knew about the homework from a dream that I had not even remembered in real life. 😀
I had not finished the home work and did not quite understand it, and I remember it involving integers and Math problems involving moving a number which becomes negative if it was positive and if it was negative it becomes positive/etc.
I was able to see examples in my textbook, I could see what the teacher wrote on the board, and I was trying to make sense of it and do my homework at the same time; so I was not able to pay enough attention to the teacher.
I thought about asking her for help, but class was almost over and I did not want to interrupt her going over the homework, and so I decided that I would probably ask another student to help me after class.
A woman next to me had finished the assignment and I kept trying to glance at her notebook for examples, and at the end of class I asked her for some help and I remember the teacher mentioning how many years she had taught.
I was starting to partially understand and remember some of the things I learned back in school with these types of Math problems, I just need a bit of help refreshing my memory.
I tried doing problems in my notebook, glanced at examples in the text-book, on my classmates notebook, I asked my classmate questions, and I think the teacher was going to help me after she finished talking to a few students after class; but I woke up.
I woke up feeling like doing some Math and some of my memory of some types of Math problems came back, and the word Integer was on my mind. 😀
The night before last I remembered part of my last dream which was unclear in some parts, I think it started with The President Of The United States Barack Obama in a small dark room with several soldiers looking at a radar screen and video screen, I do not think that I was in the dream but I could see things like a camera person.
It was early morning I think and it was still dark, the building that president Obama was in seemed to be on the outskirts of a city, things were quiet outside and the military had hidden anti-aircraft weapons set up around a pretty large area.
They were tracking a UFO in the sky & they did not seem to know what it was, hence the name UFO, anyway, from the outside I saw what looked like a fireball moving somewhat slowly in the sky; and my first thought was that it reminded me of something from Hinduism, for some reason, even though I do not know much about the religion. (I guess it was the style/appearance of the fireball, that seemed to have a Hinduism/Hindu/Indian art style/appearance.)
I felt that parts of it probably were invisible and I did not know what it was either: was it a ship or was it just a floating fireball or was it something else?
Obviously it did not belong to The United States military or government in the dream because they were confused, worried, and on high alert.
At some point the UFO started to fly toward the building where president Obama was, so the military started to shoot at it, but nothing was stopping it and/or hitting it; all the missiles could not lock on it and the missiles would fall to the ground and the bullets either missed and/or the bullets did not damage it, like it had a shield and/or the bullets were going through the UFO and/or something like that.
It was not in visible range of the building yet but the military was worried & so they started shooting everything they had at it, but then the dream jumped to me somehow traveling around to different countries.
I am not sure how but I remember talking to at least one person in each country that I visited, but that is all I can remember.
The New Territories Are Coming?
Last night I remembered part of my last dream which started normal but ended in a disturbing way, I remember playing indoor football in a small room with some NFL players and some former classmates of mine.
My team’s quarterback had handed off the ball to our running back but someone was about to tackle him & so he handed off the ball to me, but it bounced off my hands and I fumbled it, so I ran to try to get it before someone else did.
Fortunately one of our teammates got the ball and got a touchdown, but a flag was called and the touchdown did not count.
As we were getting back into position one of our teammates JS pushed a huge man on the other team or something, and the huge man got mad and he decided to get on the line to rush our quarterback; and I was supposed to block for the quarterback along with JS and a few others, but my other teammates moved out-of-the-way and they all were going to let me block the huge man alone.
I turned to ask them what they were doing and then we all started to laugh, and I wondered how was I going to stop this angry huge man from tackling our quarterback, but then the dream switched to me leaving to the outside and I was at the field next to the waffle house in D.
Other people were going to their automobiles to leave as well but my automobile was in the shop, and I had a back up car but something was wrong with it so it was parked at the FF bank; and I decided to start walking to my parent’s house, but then Eric Matthews from the TV show Boy Meets World offered me a ride before I got very far, so I said okay.
Something was wrong with his car too so he took it to a place near the bank, this place went down in the ground so the building was built at a 45 degree angle with a driveway in the middle of the building, and on the left side and right side were two buildings that were connected and it looked like a small school.
Eric went to talk to his dad about fixing his car as I waited by the car, he came back saying that his dad was busy now, and I noticed George Feeny (Mr. Feeny) (Or however you spell it) was talking to another teacher in the building & Eric’s mom was talking to someone too; I wondered where his house was so I told him that this place looked like a school and I asked where was his house, and he said that this was his home.
We then walked into the top part of the building and inside was a top area over looking a cafeteria-like room with mostly female students in the room and the students seemed to have mental and/or physical disabilities/handicaps; and I said hello and we walked to a little office for some reason, but I can not remember why or who we saw, and next I was carrying something out of the building.
But before I left the building one of the female students seemed to recognize me and she told me who I was, and she said that she knew my dad and that she recognized me from church a long time ago.
I was surprised but what really got me next was she asked me if I believed in God, I was stunned, and decided to just give her a quick answer instead of explaining the everything and I continued to leave the building but she followed me outside.
At this point it seemed like another dream intrusion, like with the scary old woman, the female student appearance changed I think and now I think she looked almost like the daughter of a preacher named Rev. JM.
Outside of the building we were on a platform that over looked the bottom area outside, so there was a drop, and there was no safety rails & so if you were not careful you would fall and hurt yourself or die; and now there were people outside, and the female student continued to talk to me.
She told me that I should believe in God because many signs were being shown or coming true or something like that, and that The New Territories were coming (or that is what I think that she said or she said something that sounded like that).
I had no idea what The New Territories were so I was confused and as she was still talking about either an apocalypse and/or the return of some God (probably the Christian god) and/or The New Territories (whatever it or they are); but then the preacher Rev. JM and a few young men walked over to us wearing suits.
Rev. JM greeted me acting strange and then something or someone started to pull me from behind toward the edge of the platform, I started to tell whoever or whatever it was to let me go or we would fall off the edge, but it or they were not listening & so I grabbed Rev. JM to avoid falling.
I told him to walk forward to help pull me away from falling but he would not do it and he kept telling me to let him go, so I grabbed someone else that was near by and told them to move forward but they did not move either, and so I kept grabbing people and trying to resist whatever was pulling me from behind toward the platform; and there were a lot of people around & so I could not tell who or what was pulling me.
I was getting annoyed and somewhat afraid as no one helped me and I was not strong enough to break free from whatever was pulling me, eventually the pulling stopped but before I could turn around to see what had pulled me or before I could walk off, Rev. JM said something to me & so I turned to look at him.
He said something to me while smiling and acting weird and then he pulled out a pistol (a M1911 pistol) I think) and he shot me in the face, and he ran off laughing with the young men that he had come with and a police officer or someone started to chase them.
Even though I did not feel the shot to the face, I was so shocked and sure that I was shot, that I fell to the ground, and the flash from the gun had somewhat messed up my vision; and then I woke myself up from the dream feeling somewhat disturbed and freaked out and wondering what this dream meant or if it meant anything at all.