Jennelle Gets Arrested

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All that I can remember of this dream is that I was probably at The BP Library talking with my coworker Mrs. JM, and I remember telling her a story that showed what seemed to be an example of discrimination/racial disparity/et cetera.

I told Mrs. JM a story about a woman with dark-color skin with black hair named Jennelle who had gotten arrested by the police for no clear reason, it was a mistake by the police that seemed to have happened because of the woman’s skin color/assumed race (for those who believe in that, I do not)/et cetera, and she was taken to jail.

Jennelle was in jail for possibly days or weeks before I found out, when I found out I called Jennelle’s mother who was a lawyer or who at least knew the law pretty well, and so Jennelle’s mother went to get her daughter out of jail.

It was day and for some reason a female police officer with light-color skin had Jennelle in a police car that was parked along a sidewalk, and Jennelle’s mom walked over to the police car and knocked on the door to get the police officer’s attention.

Jennelle’s mom explained who she was, why she was there, that the police had made a mistake, and that they were to release Jennelle immediately.

There was some yelling/arguing back and forth, the police officer pulled out her pistol and pointed it at one of them, and another police officer arrived and pointed his pistol at Jennelle’s mother.

Jennelle’s mother did not back off and eventually she managed to get the police to let Jennelle go, and Jennelle and her mother left to start preparing to sue the police/city/et cetera and force them to admit their mistake and apologize et cetera.

After telling Mrs. JM this story I probably got a mobile phone call from a man with light-color skin named Chris, he was someone I used to work with and/or go to school with it seemed, but I could not remember him exactly.

Chris told me about a situation that was the same as Jennelle’s except the police did not bother him or arrest him or anything.

Chris invited me to come visit him at an apartment that he was moving into in maybe a fictional city, I accepted the invitation, and then I told Mrs. JM about what Chris had said and how he was treated completely different from how Jennelle was treated even though they both had been in the same situation; and then I left by automobile to visit Chris.

I drove to the fictional city and I probably stopped at a store to get something as a gift but I can not remember, and then I arrived at the parking lot of the apartment that was outside his small one-story apartment building.

Chris greeted me and invited me inside the house, he had another man there with him who had light-color skin and who seemed to be his boyfriend, and they had some male and female friends there visiting and helping with the move in.

I felt a bit out of place, I only somewhat remembered Chris by feeling that I had briefly knew him in the past and I was not sure if he was a former classmate of mine or not, and I wondered how did he have my phone number and why would he call me years later and invite me to hang out.

The apartment was larger inside than you would think with a taller ceiling, it had an interesting somewhat rough modern slightly futuristic look to it, and it was pretty empty because they had not moved in much stuff yet.

Chris introduced me to everyone and I listened and talked a bit with them, at some point we sat down at a table talking, and Chris and his assumed boyfriend started to talk about how they were huge fans of Ricky Martin and they seemed to hint that they found him to be very attractive et cetera.

One of the men did not get the hint so he asked what they meant by that, I said something in response to give him another hint at what I assumed they had hinted at/meant, but I woke up after the conversation continued.

It was not until after I woke up that I realized that Chris was probably a slightly fictional version of my former male coworker C from The L Binding Service and his assumed boyfriend was probably a slightly fictional version of my former male coworker S from the same job who was probably C’s boyfriend back then.

The end,

-John Jr

Stranded At A College

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All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that the dream took place in a fictional LC-like city, in the early parts of the dream a president or someone like that was probably visiting the city and maybe there was a parade and/or event involving this visit, and there was something that happened that I can not remember that involved a man with dark brown or black skin; but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Later in the dream I was with my mom and my brother GC still in this city, at some point maybe we dropped my brother GC off at a fictional large S Technical Community College-like college for some classes that he had and we were going to pick him up later, but eventually I remember us telling our mom that she could go and we would leave the city later.

My mom left the city to return to the city of D, while my brother GC was probably still at his college classes I went exploring the city on foot I assume, and at some point I was far away from the college and I needed a way back once I realized that we were stranded in the city now that my mom left because either I did not have my automobile or I forgot that I had it parked somewhere in the city.

I decided to take a taxi back to the college, a male taxi driver with dark brown or black skin with short black hair who spoke English with an African accent of some kind who was probably from a country in Africa was my taxi driver, and he got a call on his mobile phone that sounded like an emergency involving a woman who I assume was his wife or girlfriend who was possibly having a medical emergency (maybe she was having a baby, but I had no idea and that was my wild guess).

*In the real world my sister-in-law JC and my brother CC gave birth to their first son (my first nephew) CC or CCC (Triple C 😀 ) today*

*Thank you Sissh for nominating me for the Liebster Award.*

As the taxi driver was talking on his mobile phone he suddenly started driving very fast trying to hurry so that he could deal with the emergency, maybe 100 mph at his fastest, and eventually I heard police sirens and I saw their lights behind us so the taxi driver slowed down and started to pull over but the police cars drove past us to our surprise.

The taxi driver drove me to a quiet country highway or back road outside the back of one of the very large college buildings, he did not have time to take me to the front and he charged me $14 and something cents, and I gave him $15 and said goodbye and wished him well and he drove away quickly.

This college building was so huge that I could walk through it to reach the next highway so that is what I did, I walked up some stairs and I walked through the huge college building and probably stopped to ask some students and professors for directions, and I probably talked with some professors who I either knew or recognized or who interested me in some way.

Eventually I reached the front of the building and the next highway, my brother GC was probably just finishing his classes and was on his way to meet me, and now we needed to figure out how we would get home without an automobile.

A taxi would be too expensive, my mom was gone back to the city of D, and so I hoped that my automobile was maybe parked somewhere in the city and that I had just forgotten about it during the visit by the president or who ever which probably stopped traffic and forced me to leave my automobile parked somewhere.

I hoped that was the case because it would not make sense for me to tell my mom that she could leave if we did not have some other form of transportation, I was confused and wondered why I could not remember if I had my automobile or not, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr