Safety First

Daily  Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Safety First, and this is what it said: “Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.”.

And this is my response:

Almost two weeks ago my brother GC told me that he saw someone outside The G House during the night who seemed to be throwing something at The G House and he said that it sounded like rocks hitting The G House, so at first I thought that it was just our male cousin DE throwing pool salt on The G House during one of his unstable moods because I had seen him doing this earlier in the day until my dad said that he saw two maybe thin suspicious young men or men with maybe dark-brownish colored skin wearing maybe hooded jackets walking down the street who had looked at The G House strangely, later that night I was walking outside when I saw an unknown young man or man in front of The G House who matched their descriptions of the two young men or men they saw earlier but our automobiles were blocking my view of him and anyone else who was with him and I heard what sounded like rocks hitting The G House so I realized that it was not my cousin DE but it was someone else who seemed to be throwing rocks at The G House so I went inside to tell my family before walking over to see what was going on, and my dad saw two young men or men running away when they heard him go outside.

So these two determined sneaky unknown rock throwers had thrown rocks at The G House possibly three different times during the cold night like they were trying to get my male cousin DE to come out of the house like they were specifically targeting him so I assume that they know him and that he knows them, my parent’s went to check on my male cousin DE but he would not answer the door even though they could see him laying on the ground on his mattress moving around, and after this I was on alert the rest of the night and for several days later hoping to figure out who these rock throwers were and what they wanted but I never saw them again.

This really bothered and annoyed and angered me because we had no defense against this, no cameras, no dogs on that side of the yard, no lookouts, no way to stop them from escaping, no idea who these people were or what they really looked like exactly or what they wanted or if they were armed with other weapons or not, and calling the police would not help because they would just run away before the police could arrive and not be caught; and something like this has not happened before and I do not like things like this, I do not like having our defenses breached and knowing that we have no defense against something like this, and so it made me feel unsafe because of our situation because the rock throwers have the advantage and there is not much that we can do about it except risk chasing/following them next time until we can figure out where they live so that we can report them to the police but their hit and run stealth tactics during the night would likely prevent us from being able to do this.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it was inspired by the television series Homeland, I watched the season finale last night, and the dream started during the day on the first floor of a fictional school in a classroom where there were younger students and older students in the same class oddly; and I was a student in this class, and some of my former classmates were possibly in this class as well.

An Islāmic terrorist group of armed somewhat relaxed men (college aged and slightly older) wearing Western (European, American, et cetera) style clothing who reminded me of the terrorist group from this season of Homeland entered our classroom and they took it over, and they took me and a boy with dark-brownish colored/blackish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who reminded me of the character Strika from the film Beasts Of No Nation combined with someone else hostage; and they chained both of us to two beds, and they forced us to lay on the beds or the floor all the time without being able to walk or stand up.

Oddly I never remember the police or anyone trying to stop them, they even probably let different classes take place in the classroom, but they continued to hold the boy and I hostage for days and probably weeks; and they even let doctors and nurses come check on us sometimes

This was a terrible experience because it felt pretty realistic so time moved slower in a more realistic way even though there were time jumps sometimes, I remember us getting physically tired and weaker and mentally and emotionally less stable as the weeks went by, and we were always forced to lay on the ground or on the beds so this was a terrible way to live for weeks; and we had to urinate in urinal containers/whatever, but I never remember defecating oddly.

Some members of the terrorist group would even leave and return sometimes, they always left someone to watch us and whichever class was taking place, and so this dream dragged on for weeks living like this; and it seemed that the doctors and nurses could only check us, but not help us so we were slowly deteriorating but I tried to keep myself and the boy as stable as I could mentally and emotionally and socially but it was a terrible experience so it was hard trying to stay stable.

I remember one of the doctors who would sometimes check us being a somewhat older balding man with whitish colored skin wearing glasses and a whitish colored doctor’s/lab coat and one of the nurses was a slightly overweight woman with whitish colored skin wearing nurse/medical scrubs, and I remember the nurse telling me that my lungs were weakening and that she wanted to do some more tests next time.

This dream was like torture laying mostly on your stomach on the floor or on a bed for weeks chained to a bed deteriorating slowly and only being given minimal food and water and having to urinate in a urinal container and either taking no baths or having to bathe with a bit of water and soap in a small pan while people have class around you as the terrorist group relaxed in the background, and no one was stopping the terrorist group oddly; and so I assumed that maybe they were having a standoff with the police/military that prevented them from saving us.

At some point the terrorist group got so relaxed that they left us alone briefly in the classroom with a class of students, Michael Jordan and a few of my former classmates were in the class, and the boy ended up buying and taking some drugs from another student because he was desperate to do anything to numb this hostage/torture experience; but the boy had a seizure and he lost consciousness, and I asked the other students to call for help but they were afraid that the terrorist group would kill them when they got back and I was worried that they were correct about this so Michael Jordan suggested giving the boy some Benadryl.

Mr. Jordan had found an old large box full of Benadryl and he gave it to me, I remember checking the boy’s pulse and I could feel his pulse and his heart was beating very fast, and so I was afraid to give him the Benadryl; and so I asked Mr. Jordan and the others if they could at least call my family to see if they could convince the terrorist group to let the boy go at least so that my family could take him to the hospital, and so one of them called my parent’s before the terrorist group got back.

My parent’s and maybe one of my brothers arrived in The BV (one of my parent’s automobiles) but the terrorist group had returned, the classroom was now an indoor and outdoor area at the same time which makes no sense, but the classroom was now combined with the parking lot by the swimming pool at W Park in the city of D; and I told my parent’s about the situation, and they went to talk to the terrorist group to see if they could convince them to let us go.

They used some papers to trick/convince the terrorist group to let us go or let the boy go, something happened that I can not remember where either I lost consciousness or I went to sleep or there was a time jump or somehow I missed this, but the boy was suddenly gone and my parent’s were suddenly gone like maybe they rushed the boy to the hospital but forgot me or they only managed to convince the terrorist group to free the boy so I was still a hostage unfortunately; but I was happy that the boy was free, and I hoped that he was okay.

Later in the dream the terrorist group left me alone briefly in the classroom again with a class who were watching a film and they had the teacher of the class watch me, the teacher was a tall thin man with whitish colored skin who wore glasses and a sweater vest and khaki pants, and somehow I was free of my chains or I got free from my chains; and I decided to try to sneak out of the class, but the teacher saw me and he asked me where I was going.

I told him that I was going somewhere that I can not remember, but I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it also took place inside a classroom, maybe inside the same school from the first dream, and I was in a class that had some of my former classmates in it like maybe my former male classmates JA and MJ and MW et cetera; and I remember some of them complaining that they were sick and they felt that it was because of them being kept inside a classroom for a long time, and so I assumed that they had possibly been in one of the classes that took place in the classroom where I had been held hostage in the first dream.

They seemed to have a stomach sickness or something like that because their stomachs were bothering them, and I remember some of them releasing body fluids like maybe vomit and/or something else; and I tried to convince them to go to the doctor, but they did not want to go.

So I asked them to at least consider taking some apple cider vinegar to see if that helps, they told me that they would consider it, and I once again told them to go see a doctor; but the next dream started or I woke up and went back to sleep and then the next dream started.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I remember seeing a commercial about what seemed to be an automated news stand/newspaper stand, the newspaper stand looked like it was outside near the highway at the edge of the field/parking lot of the BP TD’s area by the fairground, and then suddenly I was there during the day with The BV (which is one of my parent’s automobiles); and I remember driving into the highway on the right lane near where S’s Motel should be, and I remember an automobile moving to the left lane when they saw me driving this big slow automobile.

Then I realized that I was in the back seat but somehow I was driving The BV, which made no sense and I could see the real steering wheel in the front of The BV like it should be and I realized that I could not see well trying to drive from the backseat, and so I started to make a right turn to pull into a fictional parking lot of what seemed to be a restaurant that only had a few automobiles parked near the front of it; and I went to use the brakes but they were weak and not completely stopping The BV, and it turned sideways and it kept sliding toward the building and automobiles that were parked in the parking lot.

I tried to reach the front so that I could get in the front seat to the real steering wheel and brakes as The BV continued sliding toward the building and automobiles, the front seat was pulled up to where I was struggling to try to get in it, and so I could only barely get one foot on the real brake; but it seemed that I would not be able to stop in time to prevent from crashing into the automobiles and/or building, I started to panic a bit as I rushed to stop because this felt so real, but I accidentally woke myself up.

The end,

-John Jr


People Getting Shrunk? | A Michael Cera Trading Card And My Former Classmate JB Is On The Cover Of A Magazine?

Last night I went to bed after 3:00 AM feeling sick to my stomach, so I drunk some apple cider vinegar and I went to sleep, I woke up and I got awakened several times during the night, and I had to use the bathroom several times during the night.

I woke up several times remembering my dreams, but my mind/brain kept erasing/forgetting them as I tried to record them which was annoying/strange; and later I got somewhat stuck in a quicksand-like sleeping mode where I could not get out of bed, and I kept forgetting most of my dreams even as I thought about them and so I only barely remember part of two dreams.

Dream 1

I woke up remembering this dream but as I was briefly cleaning up the house and trying to voice record this dream my mind/brain went blank and erased most of it even as I was thinking about it strangely, and so all that I think that I remember is that people were getting shrunk in the dream; but unfortunately that is all that I can remember of this dream now.

Dream 2

The second/last dream is very unclear as well now after I somewhat got stuck in a quicksand-like sleeping mode and my brain/mind kept deleting/forgetting parts of the dream even as I tried to record/remember it/them, but I think that the dream involved my mom and I going out-of-town in her automobile on a trip during the day to maybe a fictional city that was somewhat like the city of LC maybe.

Once we reached this fictional city  at some point I think that I remember coming across a pile of trading cards, magazines, newspapers, pamphlets, pictures, et cetera with various images of people on them; and I think that I saw a trading card with the actor Michael Cera on it, I also think that I saw a magazine with my former classmate JB on the cover, and I saw one or more images of some celebrities and people I knew on some of the other materials in the pile.

There might have been some other people there looking through the pile of materials as well and I probably read some of the materials but I can not remember (maybe a woman talked with us about the Michael Cera trading card, and some of the other materials but I am not sure), and at some point my mom and I went to a building with other people inside eating/drinking/talking/et cetera; and a class of students and teachers who were on a class trip walked inside the building, and I saw several of my former classmates among them like my former classmate JB.

I stopped to talk with my former classmates and I told my former classmate JB that I had seen him on the cover of a magazine, maybe I had the magazine with me and maybe I gave it to him, and I told him that he should frame the magazine and keep it for memories; and I explained to him how it was important to save certain things to help you remember old memories/moments in time as you get older, and how these things can help save and bring back those memories/emotions sometimes when you look at them again.

I probably told him how I regretted not saving many things from my lifetime and that many of my memories have been lost because of that, and I did not want him to make that same mistake; and at some  point I said goodbye to my former classmate JB and my other former classmates, and I left with my mom but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


King Arthur Pendragon Dies And My Former Classmate RB’s Soccer (Football) Team

Dream 1

I had at least four dreams or two dreams with the first dream having three disconnected parts, unfortunately I forgot the main dream which involved my family and maybe some indirect family members, and it might have involved vampirism/vampires/zombies/magic/or something like that; but I can not remember this dream at all, except that I remember my brother GC told my mom that he had cleared almost everything off the from porch & cleaned it & sprayed it with apple cider vinegar to get rid of a nasty smell, but that is all that I can remember.

Dream 2

I remember the end of a dream that involved King Arthur Pendragon from the BBC TV show Merlin, King Arthur and some of his knights were having their last battle with the forces of probably Morgana Pendragon & probably Morgana herself, and they had been led into a trap by Morgana.

They were led into the woods (forest) into a cave and they fought probably vampires/zombies/magic-related things and many of them died and/or were turned into zombies/vampires in the woods & in the cave, I was in the dream at some point but I can not remember when or what happened, but somehow they barely won the battle & Morgana probably was killed; but only King Arthur, maybe a few knights or no knights, and I were still alive.

King Arthur stumbled out of the cave and I was with him, reinforcements from Camelot were arriving by horseback with a strange-looking thin man with a bald head who did not look like a knight (he looked like an assistant/servant/magic-user & so maybe it was Merlin in disguise or something), and they started cheering King Arthur’s victory; but King Arthur did not look well, he started coughing/gagging/or something, he looked like he would lose consciousness or die, he fell to the ground having almost seizure-like symptoms, and he died like he had been poisoned during the battle or something.

The reinforcements stopped their cheering in shock and the strange-looking man ran over to help King Arthur but he was dead, the strange-looking man announced that the king is dead, and he took King Arthur’s ring off his finger; and some knights loaded his body on a horse or carriage.

I did not hear any mention of there being a Queen and so I wondered who would become the new King or Queen, it seemed like there would have to be a meeting & ceremony to decide the new leader, and the ring would be given to the new leader.

They left with King Arthur’s body in silence, and I woke up or I walked back through the cave; and out the other end of the cave or another cave was a soccer/football match taking place in a narrow field, and my former classmate RB was coaching/leading a soccer team of some of our former classmates & a few other people.

RB had formed the soccer team, coached/trained the team, and probably played on the team as the team captain as well; and she was respected by her team, and I decided to join the team.

RB’s personality was stronger/more leadership-like and her voice louder than normal, but she still was her usual angelic/angel-like/beyond Human self; and so she managed to still have my attraction/respect/loyalty/and I still looked up to her, and so it was easy to follow her leadership & for her team to follow/respect her.

I can not remember if RB played in this match or not, I only remember her being on the sidelines coaching during the match from the parts of the dream that I remember, and I was talking with her & helping her; and I asked her to let me play defense/sweeper, which is what I was good at, and she decided to let me play even though it has been many years since I played or practiced.

Our team was losing but I managed to stop the other team from scoring, which allowed our team to score enough to take the lead, and then RB put me back on the sidelines to rest I guess; and she realized that I was her new secret weapon on defense.

Something happened that I can not remember, either the game ended or zombies/vampires/something attacked us, and everyone ran; and us survivors met up at the D High School parking lot near the bus stop area.

There I saw & talked to some of my former classmates from the team like AH, some of their parent’s like AH’s mom, and it was a nice sunny day outside.

RB probably survived and we all met to talk about what had happened, the future of our team, et cetera; but I woke up.

Dream 3

The last dream is very short and involved me walking through my grandfather’s yard toward the gate by the bus stop, but my brother GC’s dog C followed me; and he ran at something under my grandfather’s truck, and I heard him scratching the gravel but I could not see where he was.

At some point C came from under the truck as I was looking under the truck and then I saw the feet of someone entering the yard from the fence by me, it looked like my cousin ME with his MD’s work uniform, and then I heard/saw C running toward him; and so I stood up to stop C, but I did not see either of them.

I heard scratching under the truck again and so I looked under the truck trying to find them, but I could not, and then the scratching stopped; and I was worried that one or both of them were hurt/dead.

I saw ME’s feet walking out of the gate and so I got up & ran to him, grabbed him by the arm saying his name, and I asked him what happened; and he said that C ran at him like he was going to attack him.

I asked him if C attacked him, is he hurt, and is C hurt or dead; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr