Getting Ambushed And Holding Hands With A Stunt Double / Actress

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I did not get enough sleep last night because I went to bed too late but I did sleep well and I probably slept pretty deeply, but I had to get out of bed quickly to get ready for work so I did not have time to organize my memories of my dreams so now I barely remember part of maybe one dream from last night.

Several parts of this dream or these dream took place at probably the same fictional college campus on the outskirts of the campus where there was a parking lot by a field with some buildings, and each part of the dream or each dream took place starting from the day until the evening or night.

My parent’s were probably in one part of the dream or one of the dreams that took place in the parking lot during the day, but I can not remember this part of this dream.

In another part of the dream or another dream maybe during the afternoon there was maybe a semi-indoor / outdoor one-story building between the field and the parking lot, and I remember walking through this building which probably had some shelves and various obstacles and turns.

Inside the building in the distance I saw a woman with light-color skin and her overweight teenage(d) son who also had light-color skin who seemed a bit suspicious, and they were walking around also so I tried to keep them in my sights.

At some point they were in a blind spot when I made a left turn at a corner and the woman and her son were waiting for me to ambush me, and the boy had a spray bottle with a clear liquid that he tried to spray in my eyes but he missed or I dodged it.

One of them then tried to attack me (probably with a weapon) but I blocked or dodged the attack because their alcohol in my eyes attack had failed, and once I realized that they were not joking around I quickly and easily defeated them but I can not remember if I killed them or not as I defended myself.

I just remember learning that the clear liquid in the spray bottle was rubbing alcohol, and that this mother and son were probably responsible for various random attacks on people in the city that was reported in the news but no one had known who was carrying out the attacks.

I assume that they would kill people, I have no idea why they were doing this, but they seemed to enjoy this and they had their own strategies for attacking people but they made a mistake when they decided to attack someone like me who has better defensive skills and awareness than the average person.

The next parts of the dreams are unclear so I am not even sure if I was myself or not during parts of this, during the next part or the part after it I was possibly a Tony Stark-like man, but I can not remember.

I just remember the previous attack on me being reenacted by maybe some actresses and actors and stunt doubles, and so I am not sure if I was myself or if I was a Tony Stark-like man who was part of the reenactment of the attack on me that was being filmed and was probably going to be used on the news to show what had happened during the attack on me.

The actress and / or stunt double playing the mother was fitter and shorter and smaller and thinner than the real mother, I or me as the Tony Stark-like man joined the reenactment, and I remember body slamming (scoop slamming) the actress / stunt double who played the mother during the reenactment (she was okay, it was part of the reenactment).

After we finished the filming of the reenactment of the previous attack on me, I remember talking with the actress / stunt double who played the mother, and we both seemed interested in getting to know each other so she probably invited me to an event so we got dressed up in formal wear (she had a nice long white dress) and she walked me to another part of the campus where an outdoor event was taking place during the evening or night.

Everyone was dressed up and some important people were there so this was a formal event, I remember seeing a woman with medium-color skin with short hair who I later learned was the mayor of the city, and I remember a helicopter dropping someone off at the event.

The actress / stunt double and I held hands as we walked around talking at the outdoor event, we both seemed to be interested in each other, and we were having a good time and a good conversation.

At some point the woman told me that she wanted to show me something, and she led me to a one-story building that was in the field near the event.

I needed to defecate so when we got inside the building I asked her where the bathroom was so that I could defecate before she shows me whatever it is that she wanted to show me, and then she led me to a room that she said was the bathroom and there was a toilet in this room so I sat on it to defecate and she left (maybe to the lobby or wherever).

As I was defecating people started walking into the room, first it was probably the mayor who looked at me like maybe the actress / stunt double had set me up and led me here on the mayor’s orders for a meeting or something, and the mayor probably said something to me or looked at me smiling before either leaving the room or staying.

I quickly learned that this seemed to be a college classroom and that students and their professor were arriving for class, and they probably started their class as I sat there on the toilet defecating.

I wanted to leave but they had caught me in the middle of defecating and I had no privacy, and so sitting there until maybe they leave or until I finished seemed to be my best option.

I wondered why was there a working toilet in a classroom, and I wondered if the actress / stunt double had really lured me here as a set up for the mayor and why would the mayor and / or her want to embarrass me like this.

This was a pretty uncomfortable and annoying situation, I was a bit angry, but I actually handled it well as I sat there trying to figure out what to do next but I woke up.

So for the second night in a row I had a toilet dream with feces, strange.

The end,

-John Jr

Dashie’s (Charlie Guzman’s) Mom Dies?

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Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons

*This was just a dream and I have no idea why I even dreamed of something like this, and I hope that this dream does not offend anyone.*

I had problems sleeping last night and I was/am still sore from heavy weight lifting injures from Thursday (hurt/sniff/sore neck on the right side, hurt/sore left elbow, and possibly hurt penis (hopefully not a hernia again, I was born with an inguinal hernia or more than one & I had to have surgery when I was a baby but still, how did I possibly hurt my penis lifting heavy weights? 😀 ), and so I did not go to sleep until about 3:Something AM.

I somewhat remember part of one dream that took place during the day in a fictional city, and I remember being at a fictional college campus a few times during the dream; and I went outside some dorms with parking lots and in a field in front of those dorms was a small group of semi-indoor/outdoor cabin-like dorms like the cabins at C State Park, and I probably was trying to decide which dorm that I wanted to stay in.

At some point I remember leaving and going to a fictional house where my family lived except for my brother CC, it was in a fictional version of a fictional neighborhood that is sometimes in my dreams that usually has a field in the neighborhood with flowers/plant & a small wilderness area, and the house was on land that was up higher than the rest of the land in the neighborhood; and so one floor of the house was underground, but there were at least two windows to the outside because the land was still above-ground.

Dashie (Charlie Guzman) and Sport from YouTube were there along with maybe one or more people who I can not remember, I am guessing that I met them at the college and invited them over or something like that, and so my brothers D&D/my brother GC/I played video games with them/talked with them/et cetera; and we probably ate some food and had something to drink, and everyone was having fun.

At some point I think that Dashie got a call that something was wrong with his mom and that they needed to take her to the hospital, and so some of us left to the hospital; but I can not remember what happened during this part of the dream, all that I remember is later in the dream where I was riding in the back seat of a car being driven by Sam Burke with his partner Twitch in the passenger’s seat from Spawn: The Animation.

We were in a rush from the hospital it seems, we had Dashie’s mom’s brain in a plastic container without liquid in the back seat with me, and we were rushing to get back to my parent’s fictional house to get Dashie’s mom brain to Dashie so that we/he could take it to another hospital maybe or something strange like that maybe.

I am guessing that Dashie’s mom had been stabilized at the hospital earlier in the dream and that after waiting with her for a while Dashie probably went back to my parent’s  house to take a break along with Sport & some of the others, but later he probably got a call that his mom’s situation changed & that she was going to die unless her brain was taken to another hospital in time or something crazy like that maybe; and I am guessing that I happened to be in the area to help pick up his mom’s brain, and somehow Sam & Twitch were involved or got involved.

I remember Sam driving very fast and moving through traffic as Twitch tried to direct him, and I tried to make sure that Dashie’s mom’s brain did not fall or get damaged; and at some point we made it to my parent’s house, I climbed through the back window of the underground floor where Dashie & the others were, and I had Dashie’s mom’s brain in the plastic container.

Sam opened it and said that Dashie’s mom was dead, I was shocked and asked was he sure & how did he know that, and Twitch probably confirmed that she was dead; and Dashie looked inside it, and he looked shocked/sad/serious/et cetera & he did not say anything.

I was still shocked/confused/saddened & felt like I had failed a friend, I was still talking out-loud a bit wondering if it was true & how could it be true when we tried so hard to save her & I did not want to believe that there was no hope & I explained the situation & how we tried to save his mom, and I wanted to tell Dashie that if he needed my help with something then all he had to do was ask; but I am not comfortable trying to talk to people after someone dies and I am the type of person who likes my space to deal with death alone & Dashie seemed to be in no mood to talk, and so I did not bother him.

My dad entered the room and I quietly told him what happened, he tried to give some words of encouragement to Dashie that involved him talking about the United States Marine Corps & life, and while he did this I was still in shock; and I could not stop thinking about the situation and feeling bad about it, and at some point I did not see Dashie or Sport; and I heard an old man from the neighborhood talking to someone outside the front window, and so I went outside to see if Dashie & Sport was outside.

I wanted to at least tell Dashie that if he needed some help that all he had to do was ask, but when I got outside Dashie & Sport were gone; and so I walked to the back window trying to clear my mind and I noticed that the back window was a security risk for the house because there was a small ladder under it that allowed you to climb inside of it to reach the underground floor, but we had a wooden board that could be put behind it & the window had frosted window film for privacy.

The wooden board could easily be moved though and so I tried to think of how we could better secure the window, but the possible death of Dashie’s mom was still bothering me; and so I drove back outside the college dorms to try to clear my mind, and to try to decide which dorm to live in.

I wanted to go inside an empty room at each dorm to see what it looked like on the inside of each dorm, but I woke up before I could do this.

The end,

-John Jr

7-24-2013 | Dream Fragment | 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.

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5-18-2013 | Dream Fragment | A Spartacus: War Of The Damned Inspired Dream

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I remember part of a dream from last night that was pretty long and it had several parts, but I forgot a lot of the dream; but I know that it was inspired by the Starz TV show Spartacus: War Of The Damned, the episodes where Spartacus and his people plan to take over a Roman city, and then they take it over.

It took place partly in a slightly fictional version of D and most of it took place on a small fictional island/dock city/commercial area where there was a college, hotels/motels, many types of businesses where you could buy almost anything you want, entertainment areas, tourist areas, et cetera; and this island/dock city was near D, you had to use a boat to reach it usually, and many people from D & tourists seemed to visit it but not many people actually lived there.

The dream is unclear to me in some important parts so it will not make much sense but I remember a man who was like Spartacus, and he was leading poor/lower-class/low-income people & maybe even slaves/prisoners (in a way most of us were/are like slaves/prisoners so in the dream the distinction was not clear or not there) in a revolution(?) or a plan to change their lives by fighting the system & starting their own or something like that.

Being poor/lower-class/et cetera myself, they happened to be plotting in areas where I happened to be, and so I got to over-hear some of their meetings/et cetera; but I did not join them, I decided to be cautious to see how they decided to go about their revolution(?), and then decide if I should join them or not.

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4-24-2013 | Dream Fragments | AH Gets Seriously Injured In A Parking Lot At A College

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I barely remember part of three dreams, all of which involved college, and maybe all three dreams recycled the same dream world with only a few minor changes.

The first dream involved me returning to college unprepared (probably a community and/or technical college), and so I started having some of the same problems that caused me to not finish college years ago; such as problems with social anxiety & depression leading to problems with concentration, inspiration, memory, isolation, fear, confusion, and more.

I remember going to one class that was either an English or Math class taught by a male professor with whitish colored skin with long whitish & grayish colored hair & beard, I could not concentrate or figure things (along with many other problems/issues/things/feelings/thoughts/et cetera) out as the teacher showed something on the wall with a projector, and I was not sure what we were supposed to do/write/et cetera; and for some reason I did not think or want to ask the teacher (probably due to the many negative side effects of my problems), and I felt like canceling the class & maybe canceling several classes or canceling the entire semester before it was too late.

It felt like I had signed up for the semester suddenly without preparing or even testing myself to see if I was mentally/emotionally/socially ready, I wondered why did I do that, and I felt bad about another possible failed return to college; and so I tried to think about what I should do, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

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