A Father Who Does Not Wants His Son To Become Like Him

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I barely remember part of three dreams from last night, and so they are not very clear.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was seeing various video clips/et cetera of some of the strategies that Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump were using in their presidential campaigns, and Donald Trump’s campaign team (staff) started copying Hillary Clinton’s campaign strategy of being very scripted and fake.

Donald Trump and his campaign outdid Hillary Clinton and her campaign at their own strategy, and Donald Trump and his campaign became even more scripted and fake than hers.

Donald Trump was so scripted and fake in this dream during rallies and interviews and public appearances that I think that they were possibly using impostors sometimes because some of them did not act like or talk like the real Donald Trump and I doubt that Donald Trump would ever agree to be that scripted and fake and/or be able to stick with the script and fakeness for that long, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This was my most detailed dream from the night but now I can not remember most of it, it took place during the day, and it took place inside and outside.

I possibly was inside a multi-story hospital and/or a multi-purpose building that also had a hospital in it, and I was walking around when I found a boy with dark-brown skin with short black hair who was alone without his parent’s so I stopped to talk with him waiting to see if his parent’s would show up and if not I was going to help him find his parent’s.

The boy seemed to be a troubled youth from a poor family, during our conversation I learned various details, and I remember him mentioning his friends and some of the bad things that they like to do for fun.

I tried to teach the boy some positive things to do instead and I tried to encourage him to not do those bad things, and I hoped that my words and examples would help bring a positive change in his life.

At some point we walked around inside and outside the building looking for his parent’s, we found his mom in the parking lot at some point who was a thin woman with dark-brown skin with long black hair and maybe she was holding a baby, and she had been inside the hospital at a doctor’s appointment for her and/or her baby.

The boy’s father approached us (I do not think that his mother and father were married, and it seemed that he had not been in the boy’s life that much so far), he looked and sounded like a rough just got out of jail version of André 3000 wearing a white A-shirt (muscle shirt) and baggy jeans, and him and the boy ended up arguing when he heard the boy talking about the bad things that him and his friend’s like to do.

The father told the boy that he did not want him ending up like him, and he explained how he grew up poor and in a bad neighborhood getting in trouble with his friends and into adulthood where he got involved with drugs/violence/gangs/et cetera so he got arrested a lot and he had probably just recently gotten out of jail.

He did not go to college and he mentioned many other positive things that he did not do or learn or try during his life so far, and then he pulled out a revolver and told his son that he had this revolver specifically for him and that he had one round (cartridge) in this gun just for his son/with his son’s name on it in case the boy decided to try to do the bad things that his father had done and end up being like him.

He pointed the revolver at his son’s face telling him that he will shoot and kill him if he ever thinks that he will end up like him one day, he refused to have his child grow up to be like him because he wanted his children to be better than he was so he would rather kill his own child than see him become like him, and so he told his son to remember this day because he will kill him if he keeps going down the same path that he did.

This was an intense and surprising moment as I stood there watching this, I came close to intervening but I waited cautiously, and I was glad that I did not need to get involved because he put the revolver away.

I did not agree with what he did, but it was clear that he did care about his son in his own way and that he wanted a better life for him even though he had not set a good example so far and had probably not been in his life much so far.

I may have said something to them before I woke up, but I can not remember.

Dream 3

Unfortunately I woke up suddenly from this dream as my body realized that I had overslept because it was so foggy and dark outside that it lost track of time, and so I had to get ready for work quickly so I forgot most of this dream because it faded from my mind quickly before I could voice record it after I woke up so suddenly without stabilizing my memory of the dream first.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that it took place at a slightly fictional version of The E House and I was there with my male cousin ME, and we were upstairs doing something that I can not remember that possibly involved rules and maybe trying to move stuff from upstairs to downstairs.

Items that belonged to our dead grandparent’s (our grandmother DE and our grandfather CE) were probably still upstairs, we probably talked about some of our memories of our dead grandparent’s and when we were kids, and maybe some weird things happened but unfortunately I can not remember anything else now except that we were possibly about to walk downstairs before I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


A School Protest With André 3000 And Diarrhea | Eminem Working With A Small Business

Dream 1

The first dream is a bit unclear but I remember being inside of a fictional high school that was combined with a Walmart/mall-like store and I was a student, my former classmate MT was in one of my classes, and eventually our class went inside the Walmart/mall-like area to several areas like an eye doctor’s office and a restaurant; and at some point I realized that some or most or all of my clothing was missing, and I was either missing a shirt or most of my clothing except for my underwear or I was naked.

I asked my former classmate MT if he had seen my clothes and he told me that he remembered seeing some of my clothing in the eye doctor’s office, and so I walked to the eye doctor’s office to get my clothes; and I remember some of my female schoolmates and other people staring at me as I walked around without a shirt or most of my clothes or naked, and I remember having more muscles and muscle tone than I have in real life.

I think that I found my shirt in the eye doctor’s office but some of my clothing was still missing, and so I continued looking for the rest of my clothes and eventually I went to a classroom to look for my clothes; and there was a class taking place in the classroom and my former classmate RB was in the class, and for some reason he kept staring at me angrily like he wanted to fight me.

I said hello to my former classmate RB but he angrily said something to me about something that I allegedly did to him in the past and he was angry about it and he wanted revenge, but I had no idea what he was talking about and I told him this; but he still was angry at me and he told me that I should be ashamed of myself, and I asked him if he had seen any of my missing clothing but he did not respond.

He then got in my face like he wanted to fight me and I tried to calm him down but it was not working, and eventually I started to get angry and we came close to fighting; but I walked away to avoid having to hurt him, and maybe eventually I found my clothes.

I remember a female voice over an intercom system mentioning that the school was going to vote on something and eventually we voted, and the something won that involved lining up or something like that; and at the end of the school day we all were walking down a hallway to leave outside, but a mean Stephanie McMahon-like woman who may/might have been the principal stopped us and she had some teachers/administrators/whoever with her.

She said something to us like: “So, you want to line up/you voted for lining up, well I will show you lining up, EVERYONE GET INTO TWO LINES NOW!”

We all stood in two separate lines down the hallway and she then told us that from now on that before being able to leave school each day that we had to line up like this and wait, and then one-at-a-time we would have to shake the hand of the person in the other line next to us and we would have to say and/or do nice things to each other and/or something like that until she and/or the teachers/administrators say that we can leave the school.

This is not what we had voted on/for but she was angry that we had won the vote, and so she was going to punish the entire school by making the line up/lining up into something that we hated; and she smiled at us with a negative smile, she had us wait for a long time, and then she had us begin being tested one-at-a-time to see if we could leave the school or not.

I remember everyone being angry/annoyed about the situation, oddly some of us students were adults and some of us were young people and teenagers, and the music artist André 3000 was one of the adults students and I was an adult student as well; and he wanted to start a school protest once we got outside.

When it was my turn to be tested the person next to me in the other line was a nice happy young woman or female teenager with whitish color skin with long blondish colored hair and I think that she could not talk because of a handicap of some kind, and I remember us smiling at each other as we greeted each other with a handshake and she had a very cheerful smile; and I said something positive about her, and the principal and the teachers/administrators let us go outside.

The young woman or teenager grabbed my hand and she ran outside holding my hand smiling and acting like a little girl (maybe she was a little girl or with her handicap she acted like a little girl), she led me to an automobile in the parking lot that had someone inside of it, and I assumed that it was one of her parent’s there to pick her up from school.

She was excited to be outside and she wanted me to see her parent I guess, I said a few kind things to her and I waved at her parent, and then I said goodbye to her; and she smiled at me and she ran to the automobile to get inside, and then she waved at me smiling happily as they drove away like an excited little girl.

It was a very nice day outside but many students were angry and André 3000 started leading a protest against the school outside in the parking lot, I sat in the parking lot watching and trying to decide if I should join the protest or not, and somehow people started getting sick with diarrhea like it was spreading very quickly strangely.

I started to smell diarrhea (I was able to smell it in the dream oddly, unfortunately) and I looked down to see that I was sitting in diarrhea because I had it now too, it went through my underwear and pants which was disgusting, and I slowly stood up trying to figure out how I was going to clean up the mess and clean my clothes and myself.

I also felt sick to my stomach but I got awakened in the real world because someone turned up the heater too high, in the real world I felt sick like I did in the dream and I felt like I really had diarrhea, but fortunately I did not use the bathroom on myself in the real world.

Dream 2

The second dream is very unclear and it started during the day in a fictional city at a fictional school or college I think, and I think that I was inside the school or college; and during the dream I remember hearing people talk about being approached by people who knew personal information about them, and they would offer to help them with certain problems for a fee/certain price.

Each of them mentioned being approached by one person, this person would claim to work for a certain local small business, and they would somehow know some personal information about the person like they had investigated them; and then they would mention a problem that the person was having, usually medical/insurance/bill related problems I think, and they would offer to help them for a fee/certain price.

At some point when I was leaving the school or college with some other people walking down a sidewalk in the neighborhood of the school on a nice sunny day we were approached by the music artist Eminem who knew some personal information about a man in our group and he knew about a certain problem that he was having, and Eminem offered to help the man for a fee; and I decided to question Eminem because it seemed that he worked for the same local small business whose workers had approached people the entire dream.

Eminem told me that he did work for that small business and that he knew the owner of that small business personally, and he shared some information about the company with me; and I remember him saying that each employee of the small business were trained as investigators first, and they also would get basic training in various other areas.

Eminem then explained some of the personal life history of the owner of the small business who was a man with dark brownish color skin with short blackish colored hair who wore sunglasses and he somewhat reminded me of a rough/tougher version of the character Jazz from the TV show The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air, and as Eminem told me parts of the owner’s life story I was able to see those moments in the owner’s life.

I remember seeing the owner when he was a boy in a poor/rough neighborhood of the city, he had a rough life and he was an angry boy who almost never smiled and he often looked like he wanted to kill someone, and I remember seeing the owner as a boy outside walking down a sidewalk looking angry as other kids played and adults did various illegal activities on the streets; and a fight or something happened between some adults, and the owner saw and/or did something that day that changed his life forever.

Whatever happened eventually led the owner down a path to start his own small business to make money legally and to maybe help his community at the same time, and that is how his small business got started; and now he was slowly expanding his small business and training more workers from his community.

Eminem told me that the owner was no longer as angry as he used to be as a boy, he told me that the owner was a good man with a legitimate business and that the man cared about his community, and at some point Eminem walked away; and I remember thinking about the things that he told me, and I wanted to continue to investigate the owner and his small business.

I hoped to talk to the owner in person, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


The Library | Burger King | Demi-Gog The Movie

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The Library

I barely can remember my first dream, it took place at the library in D.

As usual the library was similar but different from the one in real life, and I am not sure if I was in the dream or if I even was myself in the dream.

I remember two male teenagers and one female teenager were in the library talking and looking around for books.

I know one of the male teenagers and the female teenager had blond hair and whitish color skin, but I can not remember much else about them.

I think they were the main characters of the dream and there was a certain book that they were looking for.

They probably talked about different topics as they looked around the library, but that is all I can remember about this dream.

Burger King

My second dream took place at the Burger King by the M in LC at night-time.

I was there with my friend MT and two unknown women, and maybe my friend JB.

I think the dream started with me going inside the Burger King and I saw JB & MT, so I stopped to talk to them.

After a while JB had to go so he left, and then two unknown women came inside as JB was leaving.

MT seemed to know one of the women, so he went to their table, and I followed.

They both had black hair and brown colored skin, but one of the women had shorter hair than the other.

MT was using his flirting skills on them as usual, but I had the feeling that him and the woman with the longer hair use to date.

I mostly just sat there and listened, I felt a little uncomfortable, but tried to relax.

The woman with the shorter hair was laying on the table like it was her couch or something as MT and the woman with the longer hair talked to each other.

During one point in the conversation someone started talking about some new Rihanna song, and the woman with the shorter hair looked at me & asked me if I had heard the song.

I told her no and told her that I was out-of-date with the current music scene, and that I have listened to mostly international music for the past few years; also I told her that I did not know much about Rihanna or her music.

She started to laugh and then said that I need to update myself with the current music scene, and said that she was Rihanna.

I was shocked and thought she was joking, but MT and the woman with the longer hair laughed at me and said: “You did not know that?”

I told them no and apologized for not recognizing her, and I told her that she did kind of look like Rihanna but that she looked more down-to-earth (normal/common) than I had expected.

She said something and we started to laugh, and then I woke up.


This was my last and favorite dream of the night, it took place on the eastside of D.

I was at my parent’s house and wanted to go through the neighborhood for some reason, but I felt like riding a scooter or something instead of driving my automobile.

So I found some homemade scooter that appeared to have been made from iron that was welded together, with two tires.

I rode the scooter across the neighborhood to a quiet road that was by the forest so that I could think, it was a nice sunny day with a nice small breeze.

I remember thinking about some old memories and stories my dad told me about the neighborhood, as I rode the scooter through a small trail in the forest.

The trail led to a road made of gravel rocks that led back to the paved road that connects to the neighborhood, but I noticed another trail that went in a circle which led back to the paved road so I decided to go through that trail.

This trail was quieter and I started to feel a little scared for some reason, I felt that there might be a wild animal or something in there, so I rode through the trail as fast as I could but the scooter tires were breaking.

I made it to the paved road, but the scooter was in bad condition so I started to walk.

I passed by a few houses with people and kids playing, and I found an old pair of skates so I put them on & started to skate.

As I was skating I noticed some police automobiles passing by, and they looked like they were going on an illegal drug bust or something.

I forgot to mention that earlier in the dream as I was leaving my parent’s house, I saw the police stop a man who had illegal drugs, but the man was a family member of one of the police officers so they let him go.

As I got closer to my parent’s house, I saw the police talking to the same man who had drugs earlier, he got caught again with illegal drugs.

A police officer was telling him that he needed to stop using illegal drugs and that even though he is a family member, he will one day be taken to jail if he keeps getting caught.

The man agreed that he had a problem, and said that he would try to change.

I kept walking until I got to my parent’s house, but then the dream changed to a commercial-like scene.

I was no longer in the dream, but there was a man who looked like André 3000 being interviewed about a film that he was working on.

He said that ever since he was a kid, he always wanted to make his own version of the film Demi-Gog (which I have never heard of in real life or anything similar to it).

The interviewer said that many people had already made their version of the film, and that many critics say that it is a waste of time.

The interviewer then played clips of actors, actresses, producers, directors, critics, and other people’s reactions to the news about him working on the film Demi-Gog.

Some said that it was over done, some said that it was pointless, some said that it was cliché(d), some said that there were already too many films for Demi-Gog, and many other negative comments.

But the man who looked like Andre 3000 looked happy and was not bothered by their comments at all, and he said that they may disagree but this is something he really wanted to make.

He said that he has already started working on the film, and even had a small teaser trailer for the film, so the interviewer took a moment to show it.

The teaser trailer started with the man who looked like Andre 3000 sitting in a dimly lit room or laboratory at night-time all alone, and he was working intensely on something.

He had his hair straight and somewhat wild, almost like Andre 3000 in the music video Hey Ya, and was wearing what appeared to be a scientist’s lab coat.

He was sitting at a desk that had a window behind him, and you could see a full moon through the window, but I could not see what he was working on exactly.

There was music playing in the background with a choir singing in a way to build suspense, like something big was going to happen or explode, and then the man raised his hands in the air and said: “I’ve finished, I’ve finally finished it!” (Or something like that); as the choir sung in a dramatic way.

As this was happening you could see two screens in the windows flashing some other clips from the film, but the trailer ended with a dark screen with text and a voice saying: “Coming soon, and mentioned the year it was coming out (which I forgot.)”; then I woke up.

That was interesting, I actually remembered the name of the film from the dream, Demi-Gog (what a strange but interesting name).

The name was said several times so it was no mistake, it was Demi-Gog not Demi-God, I only know one other Gog and that was Gog & Magog in the Christian bible.

But I have never seen the words Demi and Gog together like that, how interesting.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂