BLAME THE HERO – Ep 1: The Worst Ending

BLAME THE HERO – Ep 1: The Worst Ending

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Glasses + Mafias + Guilt + Insect Creatures = ?

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I fell asleep on the couch and had some dreams that I woke up remembering, but I forgot them before I could record them.

I got in bed and had more dreams that I did not record, and so now I can only remember barely part of 4 parts of my last dream.

Part 1

This part of the dream involved me looking at and comparing glasses (eyeglasses) online and maybe offline; which is what I was doing at the Zenni Optical and EyeBuyDirect websites before I went to sleep on the couch when I got too tired.

Out of curiosity I was wondering which of these two glasses frame colors does anyone reading this like better for someone like myself?

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Source: Zenni Optical

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Source: Zenni Optical

Anyway, that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Part 2

This part of the dream involved the mafia, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Part 3

This part of the dream involved a thin man with medium-to-dark color skin wearing glasses who was a doctor, and he was looking at a painting that either someone else had painted or that he had painted.

The man’s wife was also a doctor and she had light-color skin, and they had a son who was still a child.

The man felt guilt and blamed himself over something involving his son, the son was suffering from something, and he felt that it was his fault so he was feeling all this guilt and blaming himself and thinking about this as he looked at the painting.

The painting was possibly outside along a dock area during the day, but I can not remember.

While doing this he also realized that he had possibly accidentally released a insect-like creature or creatures earlier, but I am not sure.

There was also something about the mafia in this part of the dream as well that I can not remember.

The man possibly got a call from another doctor or therapist or someone who let him know that his son was just suffering from anxiety, which is something that the man and his wife had also suffered from, and so it was not really his fault and they could treat his son now that they had a diagnosis and one that they also knew how to treat.

The man could finally stop blaming himself and burden of this guilt finally started to lift, and so the man called his wife to tell her the good news and he left to meet her so that they could tell their son together.

But that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Part 4

The dream jumped to a multi-story apartment building that was owned by the mafia, and the security was handled by the mafia as well.

My female coworker DT was returning from shopping with a male bodyguard with light-color skin who was over the mafia security team at the apartment, and an assistant or friend who was helping hold her bags.

I wondered what and how was DT doing with a mafia bodyguard and why was she staying at a mafia owned apartment, and why did she seem like a VIP or something to them; but I am not sure if I was in the dream or not.

DT’s apartment room was on an upper floor and when they approached the door it was not closed all the way because earlier in the dream when someone went to close it something got stuck in the door which prevented it from closing all the way, but they did not notice this as they walked away.

DT’s bodyguard had everyone stop when he noticed this, he quietly signaled or called for some of the mafia apartment security team to come check it out, and two male mafia security guards with light-color skin wearing light bullet resistant vests with black submachine guns quickly and quietly walked over ready to clear the apartment room.

Hand signs were made and the two security guards burst into the room looking for threats, the head bodyguard stepped partly in the room, and then they saw a large insect-like creature moving along a wall so they shot it; and they shot one or two others.

They searched the room and eventually gave the clear sign, and DT and the others were able to enter the room.

The head bodyguard and the rest of the security team had no idea what those creatures were or where they came from, and so they sent out an alert to the rest of the security team and probably called for an exterminator and word was sent for the security to search the entire building for more and to secure any weaknesses in the defenses.

The head bodyguard also wanted to know why the door was not locked et cetera so he started an investigation into this, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


Oversleeping For Work | Getting Blamed At Work And Trying To Contact Great-Grandparents | Flying A Millionaire’s Airplane(s)

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that in the dream I woke up in the morning to see that I was late for work, late enough that there was no reason going to work for the day, and so I was going to have to call The BP Library to apologize and let them know.

I was not sure how I had overslept like this which confused and bothered me, I probably said something to my brother GC, and either I went back to sleep in the dream and I was going to call my job later or I called my job and then I went back to sleep.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was at work at The BP Library where I work as a shelver, I was working, and my coworkers Mrs. CR and Mrs. DT were working too.

The BP Library looked different, it was bigger, it was more modern, and it looked better.

At some point I remember my coworker Mrs. CR complaining to our coworker Mrs. DT and I complaining that my brother GC had snitched on her about something to do with some sauce that she had made days or a week ago that was meant to go on mashed potatoes.

I assumed that my brother GC was cleaning up, he works as the janitor at The BP Library, and that he probably found the sauce and was not sure who it was for or if he should throw it away or not so he probably asked his supervisor and others about it trying to figure out who it was for and what to do about it.

And so maybe for some unknown reason(s) Mrs. CR was angry about this, which made no sense to me even in the dream, but I am not sure what happened to her sauce.

Whatever happened there was no proof that my brother GC was involved, that was just the assumption of my coworker Mrs. CR who automatically blamed my brother GC for some unknown reason(s), and even if he was involved he was just doing his job and I saw nothing wrong with this and I said so.

The next thing that I remember is my coworkers Mrs. CR and Mrs. DT blaming me for something involving an item, but I can not remember the details of this now.

Once again they had no proof, and they were automatically blaming me on just their assumptions.

I probably did not know what they were talking about and I said so, but they still seemed convinced that I was the one to blame for this issue with an item.

The next thing that I remember is something involving me remembering some great-grandparents, one was maybe a man with light-medium color skin with very short hair, who were possibly the great-grandparents of someone I knew.

For some reason I started to think that maybe these were my great-grandparents too, and so I wanted to call them to see if they were my great-grandparents so that I could learn more about my family and my ancestors and learn things about them and from them that I could use for myself and to share with current and future generations.

All of my grandparents and great-grandparents were supposed to be dead so it they were really my great-grandparents too and if they were still alive, that would be my chance to talk to my oldest family members who are still alive, and so I did not want to waste any time because who knows how much more time they have before they die and there is so much I do not know about my family and ancestors that I want to learn.

I probably went to call them, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

I am not sure if I was myself or not in this dream, I was possibly a boy or girl who was a teenager or I was with one or both of them at some point, but I can not remember.

This dream seemed to take place out in the countryside of the city of D in an area on the way to GB that my former male classmate JC showed me and told me about as his father drove us to their old house in GB once years ago back when we were in either junior high school or high school.

I either thought of my former classmate JC in this dream and / or I actually got to talk to him during one part of the dream.

Those many years ago during our drive to their old house in GB, my former classmate JC told me about a male millionaire who lived out in the countryside of the city of D off the road that we were driving on, and he said that this millionaire had one or more airplanes that he would fly out here.

He told me that you could not even tell that the man was a millionaire because he lived a simply life, other than the airplane(s), and I was also surprised because I did not know that we had any millionaires in the city of D.

Anyway, in this dream I or me as a teenage(d) possible grandchild of the millionaire and / or the both of us was / were in the countryside during a nice sunny day on the property that belonged to the millionaire, and I and / or the assumed grandchild flew around in one or more of his airplanes.

I was told that this was okay, I can not remember the details, but I remember having a lot of fun and I remember feeling the sensations of what I imagine flying would be like (I have never flown or even rode on an airplane or helicopter before in real life yet).

The airplane or airplanes that we flew over the millionaires countryside property in were simple two-seater propeller airplanes, nothing fancy, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr


Getting Blamed For Things

I went to bed after 5:00 AM last night, during the night I woke up from my dreams and I went back to sleep several times without voice recording my dreams, and so I kept forgetting more of my dreams each time that I did this during the night until now I can only barely remember part of two dreams so they will not make much sense and all the good parts are now forgotten so what I remember of them is boring and unclear.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during a nice sunny day and I remember traveling by automobile with some of my family (my parent’s and possibly one or more of my brothers), I was possibly driving my own automobile while maybe the rest of my family were in another automobile, and we were driving on a familiar highway that is sometimes in my dreams where there are various small drive-through towns and neighborhoods on the right side of the highway that you can reach using various exits along the right side of the highway.

These drive-through towns and neighborhoods usually have at least one inn or motel or hotel or house et cetera that visitors (tourists) can stay in, and they usually have at least one store where you can buy food and drink et cetera.

My family and I were possibly on vacation and I remember us stopping in one of these drive-through towns/neighborhoods, we probably stayed at an inn or house, and at some point in the dream I met my former male classmate DH and his mom (Mrs. CH) was probably in the dream as well like they either lived in this town now or they were visiting someone and/or they were on vacation.

I remember talking with my former classmate DH and I was probably going to visit his mom, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this unclear dream is that the end of the dream took place outside during the day in an area that reminded me of the front of the D High School, and I was possibly not myself during some or most or all the dream but I can not remember.

I remember maybe an old short woman with light-colored skin with gray and/or white hair who seemed to be working outside with other people like maybe this was her job and maybe those other people were her coworkers and she was older than everyone else, and their assumed boss seemed to be a balding man with whitish-colored skin with medium-to-dark-colored hair wearing a white dress shirt tucked in and dark dress pants (slacks) with a belt and maybe dark-colored dress shoes.

I was possibly the old woman sometimes or most of the times or all the time or I was seeing things from her point of view, but I can not remember.

At least four times I remember the old woman/me getting into confrontations/arguments with her/my assumed coworkers, at least two of the times she/I was approached from behind by a coworker and they started the confrontation/argument and they blamed her/me for something we did not do and they reported her/me to our assumed boss, and at least two other times she/I started the conversation but they turned it into a confrontation blaming her/me for something and then reported her/me to the assumed boss.

My memory of this dream is unclear so it does not make sense to me, I possibly was myself and in the dream sometimes but I am not sure, I just know that it was annoying seeing and dealing with those coworkers who seemed to hate the old woman/me for some unknown reason(s) so they blaming her/me for things and reporting her/me like they wanted the old woman/me to get fired from the job.

The old woman/I tried to avoid the coworkers and do her/my job but they would not leave her/me alone, and at some point the boss approached the old woman/I about all the complaints that he was getting from the coworkers about the old woman/me.

He probably gave the old woman/I a warning, she/I probably tried to explain the situation to him, but he seemed to be on the side of the coworkers because so many of them were reporting the old woman/me.

The old woman/I possibly had special powers/abilities but I can not remember if this is correct or not, there were some more interesting things going on in this dream, but that is all that I can remember of this unclear and incomplete dream.

The end,

-John Jr


Getting Blamed For A Crime That I Did Not Commit?

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I barely remember part of one dream that took place in a fictional city probably during the day, but I can not remember most of the details of this dream.

The dream was somewhat long and detailed but I forgot most of it, unfortunately, and so it is very unclear.

I remember being at a building that might have been at a college, maybe I was a student but I am not sure, and as I was leaving the building something happened that I can not remember & I got approached by some police officers.

The police officers accused me of committing a crime that I said that I did not commit, I can not remember what the crime was, and I tried to prove that I was innocent; but the police officers would not listen to me and they seemed determined to blame me & arrest me and/or attack me and/or kill me, and so I think that I decided to run because I felt that I would be found guilty even though I was not.

I probably ran to my automobile and I was chased throughout the city by the police, most of the time I probably was moving around the city without being seen by the police in my automobile at first maybe & then I moved on foot, but they were always close to finding me.

I probably met several people who I explained the situation to, and at some point I even stopped among a group of people (maybe students) to explain the situation to them publicly; and I was tired of running and hiding, and I think most of the people believed me.

But during the dream I was being so calculated/plotting & planning so much/thinking about the situation so much/et cetera that I felt a bit like Rock (Rokuro Okajima) from the animated TV show Black Lagoon & because I ran from the police I started to wonder if I really had committed the crime or not; and I was not sure if I had or not during this part of the dream, but I did not think that I committed the crime but how I was acting made me feel a bit like a villain.

I stood outside publicly explaining my situation to all who would listen until the police came to arrest me as I talked to a crowd of people about my situation, and they took me to the police station maybe; and I was questioned, and maybe I was given the chance to pick a lawyer.

I remember talking with several lawyers until I decided which one I wanted to pick, I then probably called my family, and then maybe my lawyer helped me avoid having to stay at the jail until my trail; and maybe they were going to let me go home until the trial, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr