Tourists Bicycling Through The City Of D

I think that I remember hearing the song Ne Rien Faire by Pauline Croze at some point in this dream.

At some point in this dream I was riding a bicycle along the highway that leads to the city of LC, I was returning to a slightly fictional nicer version of the city of D, and as I was entering the city I noticed a group of tourists (several adults with light and medium-color skin, and several little girls with light-color skin) from different countries riding bicycles along the highway behind me.

My Tongue Gets Bit Off | At The Library During The Purge | A Toddler And A Flood

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Dream 1

This was a dream that I remembered but then forgot, but I barely remembered part of it right before typing this dream.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that I was staying at maybe a two-story house with some of my family in a quiet neighborhood that was possibly near the outskirts of town.

There was a street in front of our house, a field behind the back yard with a forest behind that, a river and / or body of water / ditch system went through part of the neighborhood, and we possibly had one neighbor on the right and one of the left but there was a good amount of space between us.

This house was larger and better than our real house, we finally were not surrounded by houses, the neighborhood was better and quieter too, we had more access to nature, et cetera.

I can not remember what happened in the dream other than something involving a balcony and / or patio and / or porch that went along a good portion of the house, something involving the body of water and some of my family members and maybe some kids in the neighborhood, something possibly involving insects (maybe mosquitoes) and / or some kind of other animal(s), and maybe me walking inside and outside like we had only recently moved into this house.

But that is all that I can remember now that this remembered dream got forgotten, and then remembered later in the day.

Dream 2

This dream took place during the day, I am not sure what or how or when this happened in the dream, but I possibly somehow bit off more than half my tongue or something strange like that.

I put the separated part of my tongue back in my mouth somehow and eventually it seemed that I forgot about it or something, and at some point during the dream I went to a multi-story hospital to maybe visit a family member and / or coworker or someone.

While walking through the hospital lost I stopped at a large desk to ask a nurse for help, I had to wait in line, and while I waited I noticed two young men (one with light-color skin and one with dark-color skin) who were celebrities (actors in this case) who were talking.

Then a man with light-color skin walked by and signaled to me and said for me to follow him and that he would show me the way, and so I followed him and the two celebrities followed as well.

I am not sure where the man went but the two celebrities and I ended up walking and talking together through the hospital, we possibly briefly stopped by the hospital room to visit whoever I went to visit, and then the two celebrities invited me to their house so we left.

I remember us going to a neighborhood that was not that far away, they possibly lived in a multi-story house in a nice neighborhood with their parents, and we hung out and they rode bicycles and goofed around.

At some point a man in a truck stopped his automobile in the street and just stared at them goofing around like he was wondering what in the world were they doing, and the man was Mel Gibson who had come to visit them.

Mel Gibson was one of their celebrity friends, they greeted each other and I greeted Mr. Gibson, and we started talking.

After this I realized that my tongue was bit off so I took out the bit off part, it felt and looked real except it was larger and the bottom probably looked more similar to the top than it should, and it was starting to look slightly discolored in some areas like the tissue was dying and / or starting to rot so I felt that I needed to get to the hospital to see if there still enough time to save my tongue by reattaching it or something.

I wondered how could I have forgotten about my bitten off tongue, how was I able to talk, how long has it been like this, can it be saved, et cetera.

But I woke up.

Dream 3

This dream was inspired by the television show The Purge that I watched an episode of before going to sleep.

This dream took place during the evening and / or night, I seemed to be in a larger more modern fictional version of the city of D, and I was inside a fictional larger nicer more modern BP Library where I work that possibly was connected to a multi-purpose building with various businesses.

I was inside the library with my coworkers, and The Purge was taking place now and we were possibly working and / or hoping that the library would be a safe zone but we had no weapons or armor or security (I do not remember our security guard / coworker Mr. CF even being there) but the doors were possibly locked.

At some point some people ran to the library wanting help so we let them in, I kept the main automatic glass doors unlocked hoping to save more people, and I wondered if it was safe enough to keep them unlocked.

I looked around into the darkness cautiously looking for threats and wondering what to do if threats did show up, I was worried, and we were not prepared and I wondered why were we even here during The Purge and why we were not prepared.

As more people were running for the library I wondered if any threats would be hiding among them so I looked around for threats among them as they ran inside, and while doing this I noticed a man in a black ski mask running toward me threateningly and before he reached me he said something that I could not understand while pulling out a revolver so I attacked him before he could point the revolver at me.

I disarmed him and I took him down to the ground and I beat him with the handle of the revolver until he was unconscious and / or stopped resisting, and not long after when he woke up or started talking the man took off his ski mask and was angry about me attacking him.

I looked inside his revolver, it looked strange and at first I thought that it might be pellet gun, but then after asking him and looking at the rounds I saw that it was a poorly taken care of revolver with .22 short rounds with discolored rounds so the ammunition was old and poorly stored as well.

I told him that I thought that he was about the kill me, he claimed to have told me that he was not a threat during the part where I could not understand what he had said, but I did not believe him so we argued.

A fictional female coworker of mine walked over, the man knew her, and he complained to her about me attacking him and I tried to explain the situation and we argued until we went our separate ways but I possibly kept the revolver so that I could use it against any other threats.

I possibly woke up and went back to sleep somewhat continuing part of this dream, but most of it had changed.

Dream 4

My fictional female coworker and the ski mask man from the previous dream were possibly at the beginning of this dream, the man was still angry with me, and I still did not believe him and so there was still negativity between us but The Purge was not going on and it was day now.

My fictional coworker had a toddler who was a boy who looked a lot like my nephew CC but with shorter hair, I somehow got to hold the toddler, and I walked around with him.

I am not sure if the library was even in this dream, I just remember a large multi-purpose building with various businesses and other things like a casino, and at some point I could not find my coworker so that I could give her toddler back.

I remember going outside and then riding a motorcycle up the street while still holding the toddler, it had rained and I realized that some areas were flooded, and I passed a school and several other places but I had to turn around when I could no longer see the street because of the water.

I tried to get back safely, I stopped at the school to ask some students something about the weather and / or if they had seen my coworker, and then I continued on to the building trying to get back before my coworker got angry and worried.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

The United States Has To Pay Lebanon Reparations For Blindness?

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I had more dreams but I only recorded part of my last dream that took place during the day, and part of the dream possibly took place in the past when I went to a fictional college in maybe a fictional version of the city of LC but I am not sure.

There was a route that I would often take when walking through the college campus that was to the left of a quiet street, there were several college buildings along this route with offices at the front of the buildings, and I would sometimes go inside one of the last buildings.

Most of the time I would walk under a bridge and make a left turn through some courtyards with smaller college buildings with offices at the front of them, and this area would often have bicycles laying on the ground (maybe because there were no bicycle racks, but I am not sure).

During the dream I traveled through this route several times in maybe the past, and then the dream went to the present when I was no longer attending the college and I went back to the college to show my mom and my former male classmate DH and maybe my brother GC around the college while telling them about various memories.

We took my usual route, things were the same and bicycles were still in the courtyards, and there were college students walking around.

I am not sure if we walked or drove, but the next thing that I remember is us going to a store that reminded me of a poorly lit under-stocked version of the Big Lots in the city of LC combined with a bare-bones budget medical clinic / hospital that is sometimes in my dreams.

The store was barely stocked and most of the store was dark with some dim light in the front like they only wanted you shopping in the front or something, and the only employee was a woman with light-color skin with yellow hair who was the cashier who looked like she probably also worked at a medical clinic or hospital and the cash register was oddly placed on the right side of the building.

At some point when we were at the cash register the cashier and me were talking when she told me that she worked at a medical clinic and / or hospital as well, and she told me that I should consider volunteering there.

Then she told me that I seemed to be friendly and personable, and she suggested that I consider taking part in the medical clinic’s or hospital’s annual telethon (fundraiser) because she felt that I might be a good fit for that based on my personality.

I thanked her for the suggestions and compliments, I started to explain that I do not think that I could handle something like that because of anxiety and shyness et cetera, but that maybe I could do something in the background at the telethon and / or volunteer sometimes.

There was a pause, I was actually getting nervous, and our conversation was holding up the line so I probably said goodbye and we left.

We drove to a shopping mall and when we got inside the mall we went to separate (maybe my mom and my brother GC went one way and me and my former classmate DH went another way) without picking a meet-up location, and I did not realize this until it was too late.

As me and DH walked I kept thinking about what the cashier had said about volunteering and / or doing the telethon, I was thinking so hard that I had a daydream and / or the dream jumped to my thoughts, and I was rehearsing for the telethon with one or more people.

After rehearsing I stopped to listen to an audio recording from a previous telethon, and it sounded like John Rosenstern was talking to another man during the telethon.

The Mr. Rosenstern-sounding man was telling the other man about how The United States government had to pay $5 per something that I can not remember, which amounted to $100-something a year per person, for anyone in Lebanon who was blind as a result of something that The United States had done and / or had some responsibility for in the past; and so I guess this was reparations.

I had never heard of this before so this was interesting and I was curious about this, and I wondered how much a year did The United States government pay in total and I was curious about the story behind all of this but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Wire Cutters Covered In Orange Gel-Like Stuff

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I am not sure if this is one or two dreams so I will type it as one dream, and it took place during from afternoon – night.

My parents, maybe my brother GC, and I were traveling to the city of LC down a fictional version of the highway to there by automobile.

Something that I can not remember happened where my dad and my brother GC left in the automobile without my mom and I, but I can not remember why et cetera.

My mom and I were on foot now along the side of the highway, and something strange happened where my former male classmate JC showed up by bicycle and maybe automobile.

JC offered us a ride on his bicycle and possibly his automobile if he had one, and there was something very strange that happened where a clone or something of JC showed up on a bicycle dressed and acting a bit feminine and comedic and he was goofing around on his bicycle and I remember him tapping me on the shoulder from behind and laughing and doing stunts on his bicycle.

The clone disappeared or something, and it seemed to be a trick that JC could possibly do where he could somehow summon a clone of himself as a trick that he liked to do for fun I guess.

As we were riding with JC a Jeep Wrangler-like automobile pulled over and a strange man with light-color skin who possibly wore glasses offered us a ride, we politely declined, and the man turned out to be a crazy serial killer or something and he tried to kill us.

We either killed him in self-defense or we defended against him and he tried to kill us again later at JC’s house but was killed by us in self-defense then, either way he was killed at some point, but I just can not remember when or the details of how.

I just remember us going to JC’s house which was a very small one-story house next to a small business that was owned by a small mafia, and this area was along the highway in a small drive-through town.

The business was a gas station / diner / convenient store / bar-like place, and some of the mafia members were there who all had light-color skin and who were all family members (I remember seeing at least two men and at least one woman) and they probably were stereotypes of people who live out in the countryside except a mafia version.

We had the body of the dead serial killer, for some unknown reason we did not call the police, and we possibly decided to ask the mafia for help.

They called for a cleaner to come deal with the situation, but for helping us we were probably going to have to do a mission for them that possibly involved taking out someone or some group that was who had supported / who sent the serial killer.

I did not like any of this, JC disappeared, and then the cleaner showed up and he was a rough short older man with light-color skin wearing a leather jacket who looked like he was experienced with this kind of stuff.

I walked him to where the body was but it was gone, and then JC walked in saying that he had taken care of the body.

I felt that the cleaner should have done it because he was a professional, and I wondered why did JC not wait for him as planned.

I apologized to the cleaner and I asked him to stay because we would probably need him to clean up after we finish our mission, and so he went to the small business to have a drink and talk with the mafia members while he waited.

We then left to do our mission, we possibly completed our mission and returned to let the mafia and their cleaner know, and I probably asked the cleaner to talk to JC about where he put the body of the serial killer so that he could clean that up and clean up the evidence in any other locations like JC’s house and any automobiles the body was moved in and the area where he was killed et cetera.

We probably thanked the mafia and none of us were to speak of this again and we were to forget that it ever happened and that we had ever met, and then JC took us home.

The next thing that I remember is having my automobile and having a bicycle that was maybe partly blue, and I wanted to drive to maybe Texas to maybe to a movie theater to watch a movie and maybe do some other things so I drove until I reached a road that was probably just grass and dirt that went through the yard of two properties with one being residential and one being maybe a church-like building.

It was late night so the gate that led to the highway had been closed by the police, they would close it sometimes when it gets late to stop people from driving into their state using this shortcut I guess, and so I parked near the church-like building and I left on foot somewhere maybe.

When I returned the bicycle I had been taken apart and was laying on the ground, and some parts of my automobile were taken apart so I could not drive it and the parts were on the ground too.

I wondered who did this and why and how was I going to get back home and what I was going to do about this, but then I heard someone under my automobile and it was my dad and he was the one who had taken everything apart.

My dad said that he wanted to add some shocks to the bicycle, it was an old thin simple street bicycle from my parent’s storage building, but he did not have the shocks yet; and so I wondered why did he take it apart now then.

I asked him why did he partly take my automobile apart, and he said that he was trying to clean it and check some things.

I looked underneath the automobile where he was, the bottom of my automobile was larger and stranger, and there was thick piles of dirt and entire plants and vines et cetera under it that were probably negatively effecting / affecting things so we started pulling out the vines and knocking the dirt piles down.

I wondered how did this happen under my automobile and how was it even working with all of that stuff under it and wrapped around various parts.

My dad asked for a certain tool but we could not find it, and so I went to ask to borrow one from the residential property that had a house and a shack that was open and I saw light coming from it and I heard a mother talking to her children who were running in and out of the shack playing.

I walked to the shack and there was a short woman with medium-color skin with long straight black hair who reminded me of someone or a combination of several people, and I greeted her and I asked her if I could borrow a tool from her shed.

She told me yes and she pointed to a tool that was hanging on the wall, and I picked it up and it was covered in a strange orange gel-like substance and it looked like maybe it had been there so long that it was mostly broken down into a rusty gel.

It looked like it would be useless, I did not want to be rude, and so I accepted it and I thanked her and I went to take it to my dad.

When I returned my dad did not need it, and so I used a water hose that was connected to the church-like building to wash the tool and to my surprise the gel-like stuff washed away and it revealed a pair of wire cutters that were in average condition to my surprise.

I had no idea what that orange gel-like stuff had been, I washed my hands to get it off because it felt nasty, and then I dried the wire cutters and I went to return them.

The woman was alone in the shed and oddly there was a full or queen size bed next to where she was standing, and I reached over it to hand her the tool while thanking her.

This looked awkward and one of her children walked in which made it even more awkward.

I then said goodbye and I returned to my dad to finish putting the bicycle and my automobile back together so that we could leave, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Working At A Library And As A Power Ranger

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*A storm knocked off the electricity when I was typing this dream earlier so I lost some of what I had typed and I had to wait until the storm calmed down to type this dream again so I am tired now, and so I rushed typing this post because it is late and I have work in the morning so expect missing and shortened details and errors*

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was working at a windowless, smaller, darker, fictional version of The BP Library where I work as a shelver.

My coworker Mr. CF, who is the security guard, was working as well and he was in a bad mood and he was complaining about some things that some patrons do sometimes and some things that he assumed that some of our coworkers had done.

There were some patrons on the computers, to the right of them on the wall was an area on the wall where there were Power Rangers related items (DVDs, books, magazines, audio books, et cetera) that people could check out, and to the right in the area between the doors that leads to the employee areas in the back was a glassed-in area on the wall with Power Rangers memorabilia.

In this dream I knew that I also worked as a Power Ranger, somehow I just knew this, but I did not even know which Power Ranger I was or how long I had worked as one and I did not even know much information about the Power Rangers or their television shows and movies et cetera.

I briefly talked to my coworker Mr. CF as he continued to complain as I continued working, when I was straightening the items on the Power Ranger shelf with items that patrons could check out, a few items fell because the right side was missing some bookends that were being used to support the items so I had to fix this.

After this my coworker Mr. CF left to patrol around the library, I walked over to the Power Ranger memorabilia, but then a patron who was my former male classmate ME walked over to me to talk.

We both had not seen each other since we graduated from high school years ago so he asked me about my job at the library, and then he asked me about my job as a Power Ranger.

I admitted that I did not know much about Power Rangers even though I worked as one, it seemed that maybe I would only work briefly during the scenes when the Power Rangers have morphed and are wearing their full gear with helmets, and so I probably only did fight scenes and had no dialogue but even in the dream I was not sure.

After this conversation I went in the back in the employee areas, I remember being in a small office with a thin young man with light-color skin and a woman with light-color skin, and they were both fictional coworkers of mine who were sitting at their desks which had computers.

The young male coworker was telling me about a situation involving another male coworker, the two of them did not get along and he hinted that they had gotten in a fight once at work, but he was being vague and quiet like maybe that coworker was near so he was trying to avoid him overhearing us.

There was another office next to us with a bald man with light-color skin sitting at a desk, so maybe he was the other coworker in the story, but I am not sure.

After this conversation I went back to the main library area where I got a call from my Power Ranger job, they were ready to start filming some scenes and I was needed, and so I left to do my Power Ranger job but this part of the dream was not shown.

After this not shown part of the dream I was done with work at the library and at my Power Ranger job for the day, and so I was leaving by bicycle during the day.

I remember riding along a highway in the countryside with forests on both sides of the road, at some point I saw two men with light-color skin riding bicycles as well, and we were riding across a walkway in a field with water and a bridge that led to the other side of the road.

On the right side of the road was an area where some soldier or recruits were exercising and training, we saw and heard their drill instructor(s) with one of them being a man with dark-color skin, and one of the men who was riding a bicycle got off his bicycle and left it in the field.

I was getting a bit tired so I stopped and I briefly watched the soldiers or recruits exercising and training, and in this dream it felt like maybe I had once been a soldier.

I decided to put my bicycle next to the other man’s bicycle, and I started jogging across the walkway and bridge to the other side which started to energize me and make me feel better.

The soldiers walked over to the bridge area and the side of the road to take a break I guess, a few automobiles parked along the road to stop to talk to them maybe, and I decide to turn around to get my bicycle because I did not want it to get stolen and because using it would make it easier and faster to get home or where ever I was going.

I waved and I maybe said a few things to the soldiers or recruits as I did this, when I got to the bicycles I was not sure which was mine, but I felt that my bicycle was the blue and maybe black one with handlebars that were up higher.

I lowered the gears on my bicycle so that it would be easier to pedal, and then I started riding my bicycle easier and faster this time without getting tired.

The short break and quick jog and seeing the soldiers or recruits which brought back some old memories had me energized and feeling good, and so I started riding the bicycle fast along the highway going around sharp corners.

It was amazing and fun, I was moving very fast, and I wondered how far I was from where ever I was going but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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