Playing Practical Jokes On / At A College Building

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I forgot all of my dreams last night except for part of one dream that I can barely remember, the dream took place over the period of several days/weeks/months with jumps in time, and it took place in a fictional LC-like city at a fictional M-like college that I was attending along with some of my former classmates like DH / JC / MT / JB / DS / et cetera.

I remember having one or more classes on one or more days at a college building that seemed to be combined with a narrow multi-story house that was in a hidden area of the building, and I went to this hidden house-like area one or more times during the dream; and this hidden house-like area seemed like it was a physical representation of part of my brain/mind where certain old memories are stored, and so this house-like area was very comfortable to me & I wanted to explore the old objects/memories hidden inside it.

This hidden house-like area was so hidden that I could not find it directly usually, I usually would found it by accident when searching for it and/or when a teacher/professor would send me to get something somewhere else in the building, but unfortunately I can not remember much about it; but I do know that it was old & a bit dusty & mostly made of wood, and one of the upper floors was like an attic with a window as probably the only source of light & this is where some old objects/memories were stored.

I usually did not get to spend much time in the hidden house-like area because usually a teacher would call me back to class or whatever, I forgot to mention some other things about this college building: this college building had mostly teachers & students who looked & sounded like they were from one or more countries in Asia, one or more hallways had a few apartment/dorm-like rooms where people could hangout/relax & maybe live, and this college building had several floors with lots of rooms & various areas.

I can not remember any of my classes that I went to in the dream but I know that one or more of my teachers were women, and at some point probably during the summer semester or during the end of a semester after we finished our classes or during a break between semester my former classmates JC/DH/MT/JB/DS & I would sometimes go back to that college building where we had most of our classes; and we would play pranks or practical jokes on teachers/et cetera for some odd reason, which is not like me/us at all, but fortunately we only did small/minor pranks that I can not remember.

There were time jumps over an unknown period of time with us playing pranks on/at the college building during each of these time jumps, it seemed that this was a tradition of ours to meet every-so-often to play pranks on that same college building, and I remember part of one of the days that we played a prank on that college building.

I think we all met up as part of our tradition on the college campus somewhere & talked about what we were going to do/what pranks we were going to try & we talked about other things and we drove to a parking lot not far from the college building, we walked to the college building, we went to the hall with apartment/dorm-like rooms to hangout/hide in one of the rooms using it as our temporary headquarters/hiding spot between pranks, and we started doing pranks around the building together & we would hide in one of the apartment/dorm-like rooms and/or somewhere else in the building.

At some point we split up to do our own pranks around the building alone and I also went looking for the hidden house-like area but I could not find it, at some point some of the teachers/workers/et cetera go tired of our pranks and they called for campus security to come stop us, and so we met up in the building again to decide what to do; and we decided to play hide & seek with the campus security because they were not very good at their jobs, and we had fun doing this but at some point the campus security called the police.

We got scared at this point and we ended up having to split up to run & hide as the police/campus security/teachers/workers searched for us/chased us around the building, and things go so bad that we were not able to meet up again to escape together; and so I ran around trying to avoid getting caught while trying to find the others to come up with an escape plan.

I could not find them and I could no longer keep avoiding getting caught for long, so I decided that I would escape back to the parking lot, but before I could leave the building an almost over-weight female student with whitish colored skin with long blond colored hair asked me if I was looking for my friends (I hesitated for a moment to decide if I could trust her & I felt that I could) & so I said yes; and she said that she saw some of them still running/hiding, and so I asked her to give them a message if she saw them again & she said that she would give them a message.

My message was something like: “We need to escape, leave the building to the parking lot where we parked and/or a certain spot that we often meet, I will be there waiting for you; and once we are all there we should drive away from the college campus.”.

I thanked the woman, who I think probably was in one of my classes and/or we would see each other in the halls on our way to our classes, and I escaped the building; and I ran back to the parking lot where we parked, but none of the others were there.

I got into my automobile to wait briefly, then I drove to several spots where we would often meet but they were not there either, and then I drove not far from the back of the college building hoping to see some of them escaping the building eventually; but I heard police sirens coming in the distance, and so I was going to wait only briefly & then drive away from the college campus alone but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


A Russian Spy / Assassin?

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I forgot most of my dreams except for part of one, due to being awakened by people being annoying as usual, and I forgot the beginning of the dream.

I just remember being in a fictional mall-like place that has been in one or more of my past dreams, and I was on the upper floor that over looks the first floor of the mall; and in the dream I recognized this place from my past dream(s) and I even walked around comparing my past memories with how it looked now, and it looked about the same but I do not think that I realized that I was dreaming or the dream just did not go lucid for some reason.

I even saw my former classmates CS and his fictional girlfriend who were in the last dream of this place, and I greeted them & I briefly talked with them & then we said goodbye, and then I went down one of the stairways and/or escalator(s) to see the first floor to see if it looked about the same; and it looked how I remembered it.

I then went back to the upper floor area to go to class, I was in college and one or two of my classes were on an area connected to the upper floor, and I remember knowing where to go & having past memories of some of my classes; but I wondered what my schedule was & where it was, and I wondered if the semester was just starting or not, because I felt that I had not been to one or two of my classes in a while & I was worried about failing that class or those classes.

I might have went to one/another class first, but I can not remember, but I do remember going to one or another class somewhat clearly; and this class felt more realistic than classes normally do in my dreams, usually classes in my dreams are very short & not much of the class is shown.

In this dream I got to class and sat down with my fellow classmates and the teacher came in a few seconds after I did and he introduced himself to the class, and I think that he looked like the comedian Steve Harvey (but I could be wrong).

I remember thinking about if I had a class schedule or not somewhere in my book-bag and wondering how did I know which classes to go to and I wondered about the one or two classes that I was afraid of failing since I had no memory of going to them in a while, as I listened to the teacher introduce himself, and then I got my notebook ready to take notes; and I remember the teacher lecturing/teaching as I took notes, and then he would stop sometimes to tell us helpful life advice & he would allow us to ask questions & comment.

I think that I asked a question and/or made a comment, and I joined in the classroom discussion of whatever life topic the teacher was talking about; and I remember enjoying the class, and being impressed by how the teacher combined education/comedy/class discussion/life advice so well.

The class ended at some point and I might have briefly talked with the teacher telling him how I thought that he did a good job, and probably asking him if I was failing his class or not; I think that he said that this was the first day of class and so I was not failing, yet, jokingly.

I then said goodbye to him and I might have started a conversation with a classmate, and the two of us walked & talked all the way outside; and outside we were in a fictional city during the day that has been in a few of my past dreams I think.

We walked & talked between a somewhat wide alleyway with concrete everywhere between buildings that had a canal/sewer drain/water run-off/whatever you call it on the right side, and this area was nice & quiet away from the streets.

In the canal we could see fish that were bigger than normal, in my dreams fish are usually bigger than normal for some reason, and it was nice seeing so many big fish in the canal.

At some point there was a man walking ahead of us as we were about to cross a street to a sidewalk headed toward a park-like area, but then another man came from behind us & he passed us quickly like he was trying to catch up with the man in front of us; and they both disappeared behind a pillar that was blocking our visibility, so that we could not see them, the first man did not even know that anyone was behind him.

Once we got around the pillar we saw the first man on the ground dead, and the second man was trying to walk off like nothing had happened; but I stopped him to ask him what happened, but he pretended to have not seen the dead man or what happened.

I did not trust him and I noticed that he had one hand in his coat/jacket pocket, he was wearing a sport/soccer/rugby-like zip-up jacket with two front pockets, and in the pocket I could see the outline of a pipe/pen-like object that I was guessing was a single shot pen/pipe-like gun that used air/pressure to shoot quietly; basically an assassin weapon, and I felt that this man was probably a Russian spy/assassin for some reason(s).

I asked the man what was in his pocket and he lied & he said that he had nothing in his pocket, and so I took the object out of his pocket; and I was correct about what it was, and so I grabbed him & told the person with me to call the police / campus police.

I held the man and his weapon until the police or campus police arrived, they handcuffed him, and took him to a small storage-like building; and then they went back outside to the crime scene as the ambulance came, and I told them to call the FBI and/or CIA and/or The United States Department Of Defense since I felt that this man was a Russian spy/assassin & so they did I think.

I remember waiting in the storage-like building with the man, because no one was watching him & he kept trying to escape, and I was afraid that he would kill me and/or my family and/or someone else if he escaped; and so I kept stopping him from escaping, and the police or campus police were acting like they did not care/were lazy/were bribed to let him escape/or something.

After waiting & stopping the man from escaping for an hour or more, time jumped so I am not sure how long I waited, an older man arrived who seemed to be a CIA interrogator/torturer; I was afraid that he might torture the man, which is against my beliefs, but he was probably CIA so I was not going to get in his way unless I saw him torturing the man.

I went outside or something, time jumped a bit, and then the CIA interrogator/torturer-looking man came outside; and he told the police/us that he would be back later or something like he had failed to get any information/like he did not care/like he was really a Russian/or whatever country spy as well/or something, and so I went back in the storage-like building to check on the man.

He looked like maybe he had been lightly tortured, nothing too serious, but I was not sure; and he once again tried to escape, so I had to keep stopping him as usual.

I remember feeling that I did not trust the police or campus police or the CIA-like man or the possible Russian spy/assassin, and that it seemed that maybe they all were working together/in on it; and so I wondered if I should leave, and the man would escape since no one was watching him/cared but I still feared for my safety & the safety of my family since I knew what had happened & I feared that they would kill me/us because of that information/knowledge.

I considered making a deal with the man, asking him to agree to not have me or my family or anyone else killed & for him to leave the country & not come back, and I would leave/not stop him from escaping/(maybe not publicly talk about the murder/assassination that he did, but probably not since that is against my beliefs normally).

Before I could finish thinking about my deal idea, I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr