New Neighbors And A Mime?

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I had more dreams but I did not record them, and so now I can only remember the end of my last dream.

I am not sure what time of day it was because it was pretty gray I think, I just know that I was in the living room at my parent’s house, and I looked out the window by the back door.

Outside at the semi-abandoned house I saw what looked like a moving crew moving stuff out of the house and possibly cleaning, and so I assumed that our semi-neighbor T finally got kicked out after doing various things like damaging the house with a tree that he cut down for no clear reason and it fell on the house in real life last week. 🙈

Then I noticed a man with light-color skin with maybe brown hair who I assumed to be middle-to-upper class directing the moving crew but his back was facing the window so I could not see his face, they were carrying what seemed to be a nice classical(?) wooden armoire (wardrobe) and maybe some art and nice classical furniture, and so it seemed that they were also moving in things like we were getting new neighbors so I assumed that the man with light-color skin was one of them.

It also seemed that the moving crew were possibly remodeling the house as well, but even in the dream I was not sure at first but I guessed this in the dream; and later it seemed that I was correct.

I stopped looking out of the window because I wanted to tell my brother GC, and so I waited for him to enter the living room.

I looked back out the window and I saw a man with light-color skin with brown hair with his back facing me where you could only see part of his side (including part of the side of his face) standing in the backyard of the semi-abandoned house painting with a paintbrush while holding a palette with paint on it as he painted on a canvas that was on an easel, and his painting was an almost halfway done portrait of a woman with light-color skin wearing fancy old European-style clothing and the woman looked like she was from that older time period and part of the background had a nice blue color that I assume was part of the sky but I have no idea and there were some other colors as well in the background.

The color and style of the painting somewhat reminded me of a Claude Monet painting that I saw yesterday at work in the room of my coworker Mrs. S except more detailed and the colors were a bit brighter, I am not sure if the colors were watercolor or not, but the style was probably impressionism and maybe part realism but I am not sure other than it was probably mostly impressionism.

The man’s painting looked great so far and I was impressed, I assumed that this was one of my new neighbors, and I was excited for the possibility of finally having neighbors that you will probably want around and that you will probably want to talk to and who may actually improve things where they live and in the neighborhood instead of making things worse; and I was curious to ask him about his painting, and I hoped that maybe he would teach me how to paint.

My brother GC was in the living room now watching something on his laptop with headphones on so I waited for him to stop before telling him what I saw, and so I looked back out the window.

I am not sure when I first saw this but I saw a black and brown puppy that was possibly a Rottweiler or a Rottweiler mix, I possibly saw it in the semi-abandoned yard first but I can not remember, and now it was in our yard by the dogs.

Either before this or after this I looked out of the window again, and I saw a thin man with light-color skin with his face probably painted white or he was wearing white makeup et cetera like a mime and he was wearing a fake Queen’s Guard uniform (red coat) with hat (which was shorter than the real version so I knew that it was fake because of that) while standing in our yard right below the window that I was looking out of and he was looking up at me smiling and acting like a mime so he did not talk.

I was surprised by this and I felt awkward, I also wondered why the dogs were not barking at him (they seemed distracted by the puppy I guess), and it was slightly creepy.

I smiled and waved at the mime awkwardly, he smiled and waved back and he continued looking at me smiling, and I waited to see if he would say something or signal what he wanted but he did not.

The other man was still painting and the puppy was still in our yard, I assumed that the mime was possibly one of our new neighbors as well, and that maybe this was his strange artistic and eccentric way of saying hello.

I then stopped looking out of the window for moment because it was awkward, and I stopped to think about things.

I wondered how did these assumed new neighbors find out about the city of D and Eastside and why would they ever want to live in our poor neighborhood and our boring small city when they seemed to be middle-to-upper class, but I was glad that they did and it was nice to have some more diversity in the neighborhood and people who seemed to be about to improve things.

I never expected middle-to-upper class people to ever move into our lower class neighborhood, especially people who seemed to be artistic and who seemed to have some nice classical stuff, and I never would have expected them to move into an old simple house like that which is in need of repair and remodeling (especially after getting damaged by a tree recently).

I was excited about this and I wondered about the possibilities, who would thought that dream / ideal neighbors would possibly ever move into our neighborhood, I never did but I wished for it.

I started to tell my brother GC what I saw, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Irène (1897)

File: William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) – Irène (1897).jpg

What Is It?

The image above is of the 1897 painting Irène by the French artist William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

Here is the description for this painting:

Irene
William-Adolphe Bouguereau
Date: 1897
Style: Academicism
Genre: portrait
Media: oil, canvas
Location: Private Collection
Dimensions: 38.1 x 46 cm

Aircraft Trying To Assassinate Michael Jackson In My Parent’s Yard?

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I really do not feel like typing my dream today and I feel like giving up on blogging as the WordPress.com team/Automattic continues to move in directions that make blogging more annoying/difficult/less enjoyable/buggy/impractical/illogical/limited/et ceterea for me, and they continue to mostly ignore our feedback/et cetera; but I am making myself type this anyway, but I can only handle so much and so at some point I will probably quit blogging if things get too bad here on WordPress.com.

All that I can remember of this dream is being in my parent’s yard during a nice day and the dream started positive and it was probably partly inspired by Seepurple’s dream called Solid Black Fighter Jet? (which made me realize a weakness in my dream security, I do not really have any defenses against aerial/aircraft attacks in my dreams, and so my dream security and I would be mostly defenseless again such attacks), I was with my male cousin DE who acted like he used to act so things were good again and a person who I can not remember was with us, and we were near where my brother GC’s pet dog Cloud should be but my brother TD’s pet dog Jack (an American Pit Bull Terrier) was there instead.

The dog house probably looked a bit different and either connected to or near the dog house was a multi-story/floor tower that was possibly mostly made of tarp/canvas/whatever (at least on the outside, but maybe the entire thing was tarp/canvas but I can not remember), the ground in front of the dog house was sunken a bit so I walked on it, and as I stepped on it the dirt would push down deeper because the dirt was so loose/soft; and eventually I patted the dirt down with my feet until it was a hole that was probably taller/deeper than me, and so we decided that we would move the dog house and tower and Jack to a new location in the yard that did not have a deep hole.

We started moving the tarp/canvas/tower first, we took it down but it fell on the fence which poked a few holes in it and it got stuck on the fence, and so we had to carefully remove it; and then as we were moving it toward the middle of the yard the dead music artist Michael Jackson walked toward us in the yard like he had walked from the other side of my parent’s house maybe wearing maybe a mostly dark-colored outfit with fedora and an arm band/whatever like maybe a dark version of his outfit in the Smooth Criminal music video, and in the dream I did not remember that he was supposed to be dead oddly.

The tower/tarp/canvas belonged to Mr. Jackson and he helped us fold it and we each grabbed a corner to move it to another part of the yard together and then my mom walked outside to greet us and other people started to come in the yard from parts of the neighborhood and from inside my parent’s house (some of my cousins and other family members had been inside my parent’s house visiting, and some people in the neighborhood had been outside enjoying the nice day including my former male classmate DC) but then I noticed a dark-colored helicopter and at least two other aircraft slowly flying toward us in the sky from the direction of The G House, you could tell that something was not right, and that they were probably going to attack; and I assumed that they were going to try to assassinate Mr. Jackson.

I told everyone to run and I told my family and family members to run inside my parent’s house so everyone started running, the helicopter and the other aircraft flew over us and then they turned around to follow us, and I ran to the left side of the house near the back door watching the aircraft and the helicopter; and Mr. Jackson probably ran on the right side of the house, and then one of the aircraft hovered in the sky near The G House and it started shooting small missiles toward the right side of the yard and I heard explosions.

People were still running, screaming, hiding, and I could not see the missiles hitting that side of the yard because the house was blocking my view but I could feel the impact/rumbles/et cetera and I saw some of the debris/dust/dirt flying through the air; and I started crawling under the house as I became more afraid, and my family and family members were safely inside the house.

I hoped that being under the house would help protect me from the debris, I wanted to crawl back outside so that I could see if I needed to move my family from the house or not, but more missiles were being shot and we were completely defenseless against this type of attack; and this felt real and scary, and I could hear all the noises and feel the vibrations and see the debris as the missiles exploded each time that they hit things.

There was not as much space under the house like in real life so I could not fit in some areas, I started to hear explosions that sounded like maybe the house was being hit, and I heard my family trying to figure out where I was; and so I yelled to them to let them know where I was, and I told them to be ready to leave the house if necessary but do not come outside until I say so.

I started trying to crawl from under the house but my path was blocked by the areas that were too small so I needed to find another way out (maybe some of the explosions caused the house to move down a bit lower to the ground), the explosions were sounding closer and closer, and I started panicking as I tried to hurry to get from under the house fearing that I would be crushed by the house and/or that my family would get blown up if they stayed in the house much longer; but I accidentally woke up because my panic and fear levels got too high as I tried to crawl through the small areas.

This positive dream became terrible at the end, we were completely helpless being shot at from the sky by explosive missiles, and so I was right about this weakness in my dream security and that I am not prepared for this type of attack at all and I got to see/experience this in a way that was too realistic/terrifying; you would have had to experience this dream to really understand what it was like being this defenseless/helpless/unprepared/et cetera, getting caught by surprise, having no backup/help, and having almost nowhere to run/hide that is safe while having no way to attack back while your family and some of your family members and others and your property are/is in danger of getting blown up.

The end,

-John Jr