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Dream 1

I had this dream when I took a nap on the living room couch last night after work.

Unfortunately I can not remember most of the dream, but I think that it took place inside a building that had fictional version of The BP Library that was possibly combined with a store and maybe an amusement park-like place that possibly had a hotel; I do know that whatever the library was connected to felt familiar like maybe I had a dream about that place recently.

Looking For Something At A Vehicle Place / Junkyard?

I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of the end of my last dream, and the end of the dream took place during either late in the afternoon or early evening in a fictional place.

My mom called a vehicle place / junkyard / and / or something like that where we had something / an object there that was possibly being fixed and/or something like that, maybe an automobile or something like that, and the owner who was a thin man with whitish colored skin with a Southern American (USA) accent said that they were closed for the day.

Getting Murdered By A Firefighter

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I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for part of one dream, during one part of the dream I remember being outside during the day in a slightly fictional version of my parents’ yard, and my male cousin DE was with me.

My parents’ had a fictional customized carport that combined two carports into one carport that had walls and so it was closed off like a house, this carport was connected to a one-story house area, this house area was connected to a larger version of the two storage buildings in my parents’ yard that were now connected, and the combined storage building was connected a small business owned by the people who customized these buildings for my parents’ I think.

I took my cousin DE on a tour of these connected buildings starting with the carport which was mostly a whitish and grayish color, it was nice and clean and private inside, and the roof was very tall with light coming through the materials used throughout the carport because they were designed to let some light through.

We then walked into the house area which was a nice spacious one-story area with nice somewhat modern furniture with a few sunken areas (maybe the living room and family room), it looked better than my parents’ house, and it was possibly slightly larger than my parents’ house or about the same size with a better use of space.

I wanted to spend more time in the house area but I decided to continue the tour and we walked through the storage building where my parents’ hoard/store things, and then we walked into small business that was owned by a somewhat older married couple (husband and wife) who both had whitish colored skin with graying hair and/or grayish/whitish colored hair.

The husband and wife were standing behind a counter and in front of them was a sunken lobby, it is possible that they rented out some rooms in their small business like a hotel because I saw some people hanging out in the lobby like it was a hotel lobby, and they also did customizing of buildings.

I greeted the husband and wife and I probably introduced them to my cousin DE, after this I do not remember seeing my cousin DE again and so maybe he left, and then I remember walking across the lobby to leave when I was approached by maybe a middle-aged woman with whitish colored skin with reddish colored hair who looked somewhat like PS BO.

I think that the woman needed help with something and I agreed to help her, we walked outside like I was probably helping her find/reach a certain location/area like maybe she was lost and/or something like that, and oddly there was a parking lot outside instead of my parents’ yard in this area.

Next to the parking lot was a sidewalk next to a street and there were businesses/buildings along the sidewalk, we started to walk toward the sidewalk when suddenly the woman stopped and she started having what seemed to be a medical emergency, and so I called emergency services.

At least three male firefighters were the first to reach us with the firefighter in charge having whitish colored skin with maybe a slight tan and he spoke with a masculine / macho maybe New York accent / New Jersey-like accent when he spoke English, and the other two firefighters had dark brownish colored skin with one of them being an older man.

The woman could not talk at this point and she probably vomited and then she collapsed to the ground, the main firefighter angrily told me to stop standing around and do something, and he started insulting me which surprised/annoyed/angered me.

I picked up the woman to carry her to the sidewalk and the younger firefighter with dark brownish colored skin bumped into me, I apologized even though it was him who bumped into me, but he got angry and he started insulting me as well and smiling/laughing at me and threatening me and the older firefighter did the same.

I laid the unconscious woman down on the ground and she started to spasm and/or have light seizures and/or maybe something like that, I was annoyed/angered by the firefighters behavior but I was focused on helping the woman, and people were starting to crowd around to see what was going on.

The ambulance probably arrived and they probably started helping the woman, I began arguing with the firefighters (they started arguing with me), and the younger firefighter started acting like he wanted to fight me and he threatened me and he pushed me and I probably pushed him back; and I was so annoyed that I was ready to fight back, but he walked away to my surprise.

I turned my back to see how the woman was doing and while my back was turned the young firefighter had walked off and got his pistol, he then walked up behind me and put his pistol to the back of my head while everyone else was focused on the woman, and he forced me at gunpoint to walk with him further away from the crowd.

I probably told him that using a gun was on someone from behind like this was cowardly and if he wanted to fight me that he should fight me in hand-to-hand combat, but then he shot me in the back of my head instead of fighting me; and I died.

I remember seeing a newspaper report showing that the firefighter got arrested for murdering me, and then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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