All that I can remember of this dream is that I was working inside a fictional larger more modern and nicer-looking version of The BP Library, and someone or something seemed to be using mind control on several other people including a woman with most of her hair cut off who looked like or was Kristen Stewart and I.
I remember the mind control or whatever was negatively impacting my memory, I kept experiencing missing time, I probably kept feeling like I had lost consciousness several times, it was impacting my sleep in the real world and the dream itself, et cetera.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place inside a multi-story windowless school building where I was a student with a class of other students, including a few of my former classmates like my former male classmate BM, and our teacher was a man with white skin.
I remember my class walking to move to another classroom on an upper floor, at some point we reached a classroom but we possibly got separated from our teacher and/or part of the class, and we were not sure if we were in the correct classroom or not.
I remember us talking and waiting until some of us decided to investigate so I left to find our teacher and/or the rest of the class and/or the correct classroom, and I remember walking into another classroom of students where I met a few of my former classmates like maybe my former female classmates PP and SM.
But that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that there was more before, during, and after this.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day and I was attending a mercenary training camp for some unknown or forgotten reason(s), the mercenary training camp offered at least three different levels of the camp with each level having a certain name and being taught or led by a certain instructor whose names were written on the sign that I was reading next to the names of each level of the camp, and I assume that the three levels were basic and intermediate and advanced but those were my guesses because the names were more like code-names.
There were a variety of people there outside and inside several buildings but I do not remember seeing any women but I could be wrong, some had mercenary and/or police and/or military and/or security et cetera experience, but some of us did not.
This training camp was probably very condensed but probably got longer as the levels rose and was probably focused on quickly getting rid of the people not fit for mercenary life, and so the basic course was mostly tests it seemed.
It seemed that most people did not make it through each level so finishing each level was a rare thing and finishing all the levels would gain you a lot of respect and look good on your résumé and would increase your chances of getting jobs, and the training got more dangerous each level so some people would get hurt and killed at increasing rates each level.
The basic level instructor that I remember was a man with white skin who seemed to be a former special forces soldier, one of the first tests and questions was about if we had killed anyone or anything and how and why and we had to prove it, and maybe we had to kill someone or someone or we were tricked into thinking that we were.
They were clearly trying to let people know that the mercenary life is different and that you would need to be ready and able and willing to kill and that the normal rules and morals did not matter, and so this test caused most people to quit; but someone how I made it through probably by talking my way out of it, but I can not remember.
I can not remember the rest of the basic course or how long it was, it seemed very short and mostly focused on narrowing down to people who were ready for the next level, and somehow I finished the basic course and I signed up for and started the intermediate course which was taught or led or started by a somewhat thick man with light brown or yellow-white skin who seemed to be from an island country or Hawaii.
We started inside one of the buildings on an upper floor with some windows as the only source of light in a classroom, our first test was a mental and emotional and social et cetera test where we were to visualize a woman whose only son (child) had just died and we were to put our hands on her head as she cried about the death of her son and we were to smash-in her skull with our hands and smash-up her brains with our hands, and then after visualizing this he asked each of us several questions while watching and listening closely to each of us respond looking for reasons to fail us (being too emotional, hesitating too long, lying, et cetera).
I remember not wanting to do this and hesitating but I did this visualization exercise, which was not easy, and then I answered his questions.
I remember almost crying and my voice breaking a bit but I calmed myself, I was honest about not wanting to do it and not liking it and feeling emotional after, but that I was able to calm myself.
In my visualization I remember seeing the pain and horror and tears and sadness in the woman’s eyes as I smashed in her skull with my hands and smashed up her brains with my hands, it was terrible and I felt terrible during, and afterward.
I gave him very detailed and honest and interesting responses to his questions, he was going to fail me at first because of my emotional response but my responses interested him and he seemed to see some potential in me, and so he passed me on to the next test and exercise; but many did not pass.
The next test and exercise was outside where there was a tall wooden wall where most of us had to stand on while one person stays on the ground as each of the people on the top shoot an arrow or crossbow bolt attached to a rope or cable at the person on the ground, and the person on the ground had to catch the arrow or bolt to pass the test.
This looked very dangerous and difficult so I guess most people would probably quite, fail, get hurt, or die during this test; but I woke up as we were starting to climb to the top.
Dream 3
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was inside a house talking with my mom and brother GC when I saw a small insect fly in front of them on the floor, it looked like a baby cockroach (roach), and so I asked my mom and my brother GC if they saw it.
I found it and it seemed to be a baby roach so I tried to kill it, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 4
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was at a swimming pool during the day that looked somewhat like the MS University swimming pool, I was standing near the pool ladder/steps talking to a man who was in the water, and after talking to him I was going to swim so I walked to a bench to take off my clothes and put them on it.
I had swimming trunks on but I realized that I had several layers of T-shirts on oddly so I started removing them until I got to the last T-shirt when something happened that I can not remember, and I ended up walking to a hallway behind a door to talk with a woman.
We got attacked by a strange very aggressive rat-like animal or creäture that bit the woman on the arm, I knocked it to the ground and I stomped on its head and my foot decapitated its head, and then the man in the swimming pool and a male lifeguard with white skin ran over to see what happened.
I told them what happened and that we needed to get the woman medical attention and get her to a doctor because the rat-like creäture was probably infected with something, but I woke up as the woman was bleeding from a small bite wound on her arm.
Last night I barely remember some of my last dream and I can not remember how it started, I just remember being with a group of men & women who were traveling with a man who I think was from Africa & he had dark brownish color skin with short black colored hair; this man had a special ability and he could not hear normally, he could only hear things in a distorted way so he could not hear normal spoken language like we could, it is hard describe but I was able to hear things how he hears them a few times in the dream.
We were in a fictional city and I think that we might have arrived by bus to a building, I think that the man from Africa was close to unlocking/discovering something with his special ability, and so we were on a quest to help him or something like that; and he was leading us to something.
We found a woman who also had a special ability, I think that she was an oracle, and she had whitish colored skin with short brownish color hair; and she seemed to be a kind woman.
The woman could see & dream of visions of possible future & past events & other things or something like that maybe, and she had the ability to allow others to see certain things too; and the oracle and the man from Africa could use their powers together to unlock/discover something new, something major/big that I think could help the World or something.
It was almost like there was a legend or plan or that their powers had led them to meet together, because they both needed each other to unlock/discover something, and so this was a major moment for them & us; and everyone was excited.
The oracle went to unlock some visions in the man from Africa, but something went terribly wrong, and the man from Africa started to scream in pain as he was seeing visions that the oracle had unlocked or shared with him; and the oracle and the rest of us became very worried & confused, as the man from Africa screamed in pain.
We rushed to figure out what was going on, and I suspected that someone in our group had sabotaged the oracle & the man from Africa’s power so that they could not unlock/discover something to help the World; and for some reason I suspected that poison was used or a chemical or some kind.
As we tried to make sure the man from Africa was okay, we decided to lock-down the building, and begin an investigation; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The next dream took place at a nice fictional house in front of my aunt JE’s house in D, and my former classmate HT’s family & him lived there, and HT invited me over to swim in the pool in their backyard.
The pool was clean but I wondered if any snakes or other animals could be hiding in the pool, a common fear of mine, but I convinced myself that was not very likely & we began to swim; things were going well, until something scratched and/or bit me and/or HT.
I saw something in the pool and I started trying to pull it out of the pool, but it scratched and/or bit me a few times as I fought it; and eventually I think that I ended up having to kill it to avoid having my fingers bit off, it was a small alligator I think.
I pulled it out of the pool and we were shocked, and I wished that I would have checked the pool before we swam; and HT’s mom came outside.
I was bleeding a bit on my hands but I was okay, and then I woke up.
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