A Leader Ritual Ceremony?

Lazy overview of my dream:

In this dream I was at The E House with some of my family, some of my mom’s side of the family, Cher or a Cher-like woman wearing a 1980s leather outfit with 1980s big hair, a group of people with light-medium color skin who were part of the same culture (maybe an island culture), and the young son (I am not sure if he was half human & half whatever the powerful male entity was, but I do know that he seemed weak; and like he still had growing to do before he would gain his powers, or it was not clear if he would ever gain his powers or not) of a powerful paranormal & supernatural male entity (I am not sure if he was a god or what he was).

We were clearing some things out of the house, and then we went outside to meet in a field for some kind of ritual ceremony-like thing that seemed like something that we possibly did annually or something.


A Strange Ritual With My Mom?

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that my mom wanted my dad and I to go to what I assumed to be a church event that we and / or she had been to before in the past, and so I went with them to a building that I assumed to be a Christian church.

There was a man with dark-color skin who I assumed to be the preacher there along with some women & other people who I assumed to be church members, they were all standing up, and they were wearing some kind of unknown ancient traditional clothing (maybe African) that was not very covering like it was ancient hot weather clothing.


A Strange Test At An African Immigration Office?

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, and I was outside near a park when several other people and I found a lake.

We started fishing, and at some point some children with light-color skin from the countryside approached me.

The children told me that some people they did not recognize were fishing in a pond across the street on private (posted) property.

I wondered if this lake was private property too, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it was maybe evening, and I went inside The E House.

In the hallway by the kitchen my male cousin ME was there with a woman, it seemed that they were finishing having sex, but I could be wrong.

We briefly talked, then they left, and as I was about to leave my male cousin DE entered the house acting unstable and talking about cleaning the house.

DE would not leave, and so I walked to my parents house and I told my mom; and then my mom called someone.

I then walked back to The E House to see if I could lock DE out of the house, but when I opened the door he was still inside messing up the place by putting things by the door and he had taken the door of its hinges.

DE was talking to himself and was definitely unstable, then he went outside, and I did not see him; and so I climbed on the roof to hide, and look around for him.

At some point I realized that maybe the police or someone else would be coming soon because my mom had called someone, and so I needed to quickly clean up the house and lock it to avoid getting partly blamed for DE getting inside in the first place.

I went to jump down but it was higher than I thought, and so I used a combination of climbing and jumping and I reached the ground but I woke up.

Dream 3

This dream took place during the day, I went inside a building, and there was a man and woman with light-color skin working there who were working for the state government.

They started to perform a graduation ceremony for me, I am not sure for what though, and at some point they paused the ceremony because they had to ask me a question.

The question was whether I wanted to pay into a state health insurance plan or not, I knew nothing about this plan, and so I tried to learn more about it before making a decision; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.


After work I took a nap on the living room couch, I had several dreams, but I only recorded part of the end of my last dream.

This dream lacks context, and so it is pretty unclear; but it was possibly inspired by me watching this YouTube video called Steve Harvey Discovers The Truth About Africa While Searching For A Home by the YouTube channel African Diaspora News Channel before going to sleep:

In the dream it was evening or night I think, I seemed to be somewhere in Africa standing outside among two long lines of mostly or only men and boys with medium-to-dark color skin, and we were by a courtyard outside a one-story building.

The courtyard had some benches and a few other things, we were possibly outside of an immigration building or something, but that is my wild guess because I can not remember the rest of the dream that led up to this.

At some point an African woman with dark-color skin with short black hair walked out of the building, maybe she was some kind of immigration officer/employee or something, but that is a wild guess.

The woman was mean and she ordered me inside the building and she probably pushed and pulled me inside while being mean to me, and she seemed to be throwing around her authority and like she liked to dominate people.

Inside the building there was a lobby with some female employees working behind glass, and there was an open window with no screen or glass that had stutters that could be closed to keep it closed.

The woman started ordering me around very meanly, she told me to take off my clothes, and some other commands.

I was not going to do this at first, I responded to her commands verbally but that failed, she seemed to have the power to determine whether you were allowed into the country or not or whatever this was about, and so I decided to try to play a long a bit.

The woman possibly started trying to take off my clothes, I was going to resist, but then I felt determined to see if I could survive her attempts at dominating and embarrassing and torturing me without letting it bother me much.

I am not sure if she took off my clothes or if I did or if it was a combination, either way I was naked at some point in the lobby, and she started ordering me around trying to embarrass and demean me after maybe briefly examining me; and I remember joking about it was nice that I was getting a free physical (which was me showing that I was going to resist letting this bother me).

She had me move around in the lobby maybe doing a few exercises, then climb out the window to the courtyard where the others could see me, and the entire time she was taunting me and demeaning me.

I stayed strong, I remember her trying to joke about my penis and I partly joked about it being cold and that it was partly still shriveled up after only recently taking my clothes off (which was true), and I said that it would return to normal size once I move around a bit and heat up a bit (which it did); and so that attempt by her failed.

Then a woman with light-color skin and a woman with dark-color skin sat on the bench in the courtyard, they did not see us, and the woman ordered me to move over to the bench behind them as she continued trying to embarrass and demean me.

Her attempts at demeaning, embarrassing, dominating, et cetera started to become a bit sexual in how she was approaching this as I continued to resist/survive to her surprise and delight; but those were my thoughts because she seemed to enjoy dominating someone who was naked and vulnerable.

I moved to the bench behind the two women, their backs were facing us so they did not notice that I was naked, and the woman ordering me around sat next to me.

We had a verbal exchange, she then made me do some jumping jacks or something, and at some point I started to laugh once I no longer felt worried about being naked.

I then started to have fun, and she started to have fun.

The woman then revealed that I had passed, this was a test or something, and it seemed that she was trying to help me overcome some fears of being vulnerable, naked, judged, et cetera.

She told me that she had been trying to help free me of those things et cetera and/or something like that, and I did indeed feel free now.

She was happy about me freeing myself of this and she stopped treating me badly, it even seemed that maybe she kind of liked me, and then I thanked her because I actually felt better now.

At this point it felt like this dream character was possibly my subconscious or just a dream character whose job had been to try to help me through this rough tough love kind of approach.

We walked back to the building, I saw some boys standing in line who had what looked like loincloths on, and I asked the woman about the loincloths because I felt like maybe wearing one a bit to test out my newfound comfort level of walking around mostly naked.

She started to explain what they were called, the various parts, and the history behind them in this unknown African country.

But I woke up as she explained this as I stood there still naked.

The end,

-John Jr


A Necklace Ceremony (Ritual)?

Even though I did not get enough sleep last night I had several interesting dreams that I had remembered in detail but I went back to sleep without voice recording them and someone was talking loudly when I went to voice record them, and so I forgot some of them and I forgot some of the parts of the dreams that I do remember.

One of the forgotten dreams was possibly important, maybe even a lucid dream, but I can not remember but I did remember to set my intention to lucid dream and of the Eiffel Tower when I was in bed but I did not try hard enough.

Dream 1

This dream was among the forgotten dreams, it took place during the day mostly outside on the outskirts of the college that was possibly in all of my dreams, and this was possibly a dream that I remembered part of and that I told another dream character about in my last dream but I can not remember; and that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

Parts of this dream were forgotten, the dream took place during the day at a college, and some of the forgotten dreams took place here as well.

Some of the forgotten dreams and the forgotten parts of this dream took place at various parts of this college and involved various situations at this college, and the end of the dream took place after maybe a class where I walked into a room where I ended up talking to a strange version of Batman who was possibly 18 years old and was in college and was wearing a version of his costume that I probably have not seen before.

This version of Batman was positive, overly relaxed, overly flirty, overly sexual, overly joking, inappropriate, probably bisexual or homosexual, and was a playboy who seemed to be hinting that he was attracted to and / or had sex with young men who were younger than him (possibly almost illegal aged and / or illegal aged in some cases).

I was trying to talk to Batman about something as we walked around a room, he was probably leading me to various areas talking about things that were off-topic and things that seemed inappropriate, while I tried to keep the conversation on topic.

He hinted that he preferred them young and male, and he hinted that he possibly had some romantic and / or sexual relationships with various Robins and that he was possibly interested in Nightwing and was possibly in a sexual relationship with him.

I remember Batman rolling on a bed at some point and continuing being off-topic, it was annoying and a bit creepy and awkward, and I probably made some comments about this and questioned the legality of this.

There was more that happened, maybe one of the Robins and / or Nightwing showed up and maybe he made some comments about Nightwing’s body and what he would want to do, and maybe the Robin acted jealous but I can not remember.

This was annoying and I was not really getting anywhere with trying to keep the conversation with Batman on topic, I can not remember if I ever got the information that I needed from Batman and / or that I needed to give to him before I left, and that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day at the same college that was in all of my dreams, and I remember being in a large room with my dad and a lot of other people.

Most or all of the people in the room were men, many seemed to be part of separate fight clubs and / or martial arts clubs and / or  whatever with fighting experience, I think that the leader of one group who all had dark-color skin got into an argument with maybe the leader of another group.

A fight started between them and then their groups started fighting, and then everyone in the room started fighting with various groups using different fighting styles from boxing to street fighting to wrestling to kick boxing et cetera.

My dad was closer to the outside of the crowd while I was closer to the middle, my dad and I decided that fighting along the outside trying to reach the exit was the best approach, and so we started fighting to reach the exit and I fought to reach the outside where my dad was so that we could help each other fight our way to the exit to leave this.

My dad, some other people, and I got caught up in this fight even though we had nothing to do with it.

I remember fighting my way to the outside of the crowd until I got stopped by the leader of a group who all had light-color skin and who all seemed pretty athletic and jock-like and like maybe their fighting style was maybe kick boxing mixed with wrestling, the leader was wearing a sleeveless burgundy shirt and he had light-color skin with brown hair, and I told him that I was just trying to leave and that I was not involved in any of this but he attacked me anyway.

I remember the leader of this group being the toughest person that I fought so far so I had to use a combination of punches, elbows, knees, kicks, throws, takedowns, locks, et cetera to mix things up and I was winning or at least I was holding my own against him so his group jumped me.

My dad was lost among the sea of people fighting, he was on the outsides of the crowd so he was in a better position than me and I hoped that he was okay, and so I was all alone as I fought this entire group of men who were bigger and more athletic and more trained and experienced than me.

I was doing pretty good but there were too many of them, I can not remember what happened, I just remember being outside of this room now which led to the outside to a covered catwalk that was connected to several other covered catwalks where many college students would cross.

I was probably hurt and needed help but people did not stop to help me, but eventually a woman with light-brown skin wearing traditional clothing (like maybe a sari) and a head-covering / scarf / shawl (like maybe a dupatta) who was possibly from somewhere in Asia and / or Africa like India or Pakistan or somewhere in parts of those two continents commonly known as The Middle East stopped to help me.

I can not remember how she helped me or where she took me, I assume that she treated my injuries and probably gave me food and drink and shelter and directions, but I can not remember.

I just know that before I left to go find my dad, the woman gave me a beautiful necklace that she was possibly wearing, and the necklace looked maybe traditional (cultural and / or religious).

The metal of the necklace was a gold color and most of the necklace had pink gemstones along most of the necklace, most of the gemstones were probably tear shaped and they were cut and probably not smooth, and the style of the necklace possibly somewhat / slightly looked like the image that I used for this post but I can not remember.

I do not know why the woman gave me the necklace, I did not want to accept her necklace because it seemed like a personal and important object to her and I did not see why I deserved such a beautiful necklace, but the woman insisted so I accepted her gift and she put the necklace on me and I thanked her and I left to find my dad.

I am not sure if I ever found my dad or not or what happened, I just know that at some point in the dream I returned to find the woman who had helped me because I wanted to thank her and give her something in return for helping me, and I was curious to learn more about who she was because I did not even know her name.

There were students walking around but I could not find her, I did not even know where to look for her other than to walk the path that I had previously traveled until I reached the spot where I first met her, and I remember seeing a man with light-brown skin who somewhat reminded me of Salim from the television show American Gods.

This man was probably selling some objects and he looked like he might know the woman because I hoped that maybe they were part of the same social group and / or religion and possibly knew each other, and so I asked him if he knew the woman and where I could find her.

He knew the woman I was talking about but he probably did not know where to find her or he did not say, he saw the necklace that I was wearing that she gave to me, and he told me that the pink gemstones are what the women wear on these necklaces in their culture and / or religion I assume and that the men wear red gemstones so I was wearing the wrong gemstones and he offered to replace the gemstones with the correct ones for men.

I accepted his offer, we sat down on the concrete under the catwalk, and I guess we had what felt like a necklace ceremony / ritual from his culture and / or religion.

I do not know what culture and / or religion he was part of, it seemed to be the same as the woman, except to me it seemed that maybe he was a follower of Islam and maybe the woman was a follower of Hinduism but I had no idea and that was just my guess based on how they dressed and some other factors.

The man was calm and at peace, he sat on his knees I think facing me, and he removed the pink gemstones one-at-a-time and he replaced them with red gemstones that he had which were probably among the objects that he sells.

I was not sure if these were real gemstones or fake ones, I assumed that they were fake, but I had no idea.

The red gemstones seemed a bit bigger and / or he was putting more on because the necklace was looking fuller and heavier as he replaced the gemstones, and for some unknown reason this necklace ceremony / ritual made me emotional and I started to cry or almost cry.

At some point the man probably finished the necklace ceremony / ritual, all of the gemstones for women were replaced with the gemstones for men in their culture and / or religion so now it was ready for me to wear the necklace properly by their cultural and / or religious standards, and he probably put the necklace on me which felt heavier and was probably less comfortable to wear than before.

I was still emotional and I thanked him very much, I still wanted to find the woman, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 4

All that I can remember of this dream is being inside a room at the same college from all of the other dreams, there were other people there including some of my former classmates like my former female classmate AW, and we were standing and talking among shelves so this seemed to be the college library.

We were waiting for a presentation to start where there would be one or more guest speakers, I remember talking to my former classmate AW, and I remember telling her that I had a dream about her that took place under similar circumstances.

This was probably one of the forgotten dreams, I told her that in the dream we were talking in what seemed to be the same room in the same location, but in the dream we were talking about different topics and there was something else that was different.

Before I could finish telling her my dream we got interrupted because it was time for us to take our seats so that someone could talk to us, my former classmate AW sat on the row in front of me, and my former male classmate WT sat to the right of me.

I wanted to sit by my former classmate AW so that I could finish telling her my dream, but she was in front of me so we could still talk that way so I did not change seats.

After someone explained the order of the presentation to us, we were moved to another building and room, and the presentation started in this room.

The first speaker was a large man with long curly brown or dark-hair with light-color skin who I recognized as a former schoolmate of mine and as someone who possibly used to ride the same school bus as me who was older than me, but I am not sure if he is a real person from real life or from a fictional memory.

I just know that he looked similar to Penn Jillette, and he was successful now at a maybe engineering / technology / computer-like business.

I remember him giving a variety of graphs and charts during his speech / lecture whatever, one of them gave an example of a computer that had 612 GBs (gigabytes) of RAM (random-access memory), I had never heard of a computer having that much RAM so I was confused and wondered if that was a typo or just a fictional example.

Several other people in the crowd were shocked and confused and amazed by this as well, and they were going to ask him about it once he finished talking but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


A Military Murder Mystery

I remember part of one dream last night that became a murder mystery, I remember that my former classmate JC, maybe SS, and I either signed up for the military or we were in the military some how even though we did not really want to join really but we did for various reasons that must have been pretty serious (maybe serious economic reasons, and more), and then we arrived at basic training; this took place in the future where I was a bit older, whether it was days/weeks/months/year(s) in the future, I am not sure how far in the future but it did not seem too/that far.

All of us new recruits waited uncomfortably in our combat uniforms in a cafeteria & JC & maybe SS were sitting next to me at the same table, waiting for the drill instructors to pick which groups of us new recruits that they wanted to train, and I remember most of us trying to sit straight & quiet while trying to decide where to put our hands (I was trying to decide whether to put my hands on the table or under the table); and the first drill instructor entered the cafeteria, and most of us got nervous & even more quiet & still.

The drill instructor was a man who was only a few years older than us and he had medium-light colored brownish skin with a bald head & he looked like one of the characters from the film Drumline, and he walked in the room looking serious & he looked around to decide which table of new recruits to pick; and he chose our table/group.

He leaned in to talk to us and he told us a few things seriously, but then he quietly told us that we would mostly be playing basketball; but that he did not want us to tell anyone, and he made us each promise to not tell anyone about the basketball part & we each had to shake his hand several times while looking him in the eyes while promising to keep the secret.

I remember going through the promise ceremony, which he was serious about, if we did not do it he would not let us in his group; and everyone at our table did the promise ceremony.

I remember that we felt very hopeful once we realized that we had a cool drill instructor, who was going to teach us the basics required, but he wanted us to have fun mostly; and so we anticipated a very good basic training experience.

We walked outside to an area under trees with shade and it was a very nice day outside, and we met our other drill instructor (who might have been the real main drill instructor for our group) who looked like Charlie Sheen wearing a colorful headband and the old woodland military combat uniform; and there was an attractive woman with whitish colored skin with short-medium blond colored hair with him, who might have been a military medic assigned to our group & who seemed to be in a relationship with Mr. Sheen probably.

Mr. Sheen looked like a fake soldier or a military veteran who was now anti-war(unnecessary war)/anti-unnecessary violence/against the current policies of the military/government and/or unorthodox compared to the normal military culture and the woman seemed like that as well, which was interesting, and that made me feel more comfortable.

Mr. Sheen and the woman introduced themselves and they talked with us, and Mr. Sheen told us that we would be taught the basics so that we could pass basic training and so that they could keep their jobs as drill instructors (since they would lose their jobs if they only focused on having fun only instead of teaching us and we would not be ready and we would fail basic training); but we would spend the rest of the time having fun, except when the higher-ups came to check on our progress and/or if they felt that we were being watched.

Doing/learning the basics, exercising, playing basketball, and having fun when done properly could have us fit enough to pass basic training & be ready; and so it was not all about fun & games.

Mr. Sheen said that we would start with learning to march, then we left to practice marching, but the dream jumped in time to after marching practice; and we were walking to a special event in town.

I think that Mr. Sheen and the woman were activists & active politically trying to improve things but somehow they managed to keep their jobs in the military, the promise ceremony/their teaching style/and blending in when necessary seemed to have been what allowed them to survive so far; we learned more about them and their beliefs & activist activities, but I can not remember those parts.

The woman was gone and she had probably left to town earlier, and we walked into a town that looked like a slightly fictional D during the day and we walked through downtown; and on a quiet street we found the dead body of a woman with probably some of her clothes off, who we were guessing was the woman who was probably a military medic, but her body was damaged by what seemed to be acid or some kind of liquid/chemical so we could not exactly identify her.

Who ever killed her had left clues/messages that seemed to indicate that the killer was a military veteran who had probably killed her because of her activism & political activities that were not orthodox to military culture, this shocked and angered us; and we started trying to investigate and Mr. Sheen & the other drill instructor probably called the police, and they told us to go ahead to the special event.

We wanted to stay and help, but they wanted us to attend the special event and they did not want us to have to continue to see the dead woman in that condition & they wanted to look out for our mental/emotional health; and they told us to stay together in case the killer was trying to hunt all of us.

We left and walked near where the H Funeral Home is and where the church should be there was a courtyard and a one floor building were the event was, and some politicians/military veterans/security/Secret Service/press/et cetera were there.

The press were mostly outside in the courtyard, where some people were eating and drinking, and security let us inside the building after verifying that we were military; and the inside was crowded with tables of people eating and drinking.

I saw local business people, high level School Board members, a few military veterans who were mostly now successful civilians, a few politicians (one of which I think was Mitt Romney with Secret Service protection, security was pretty high for a city like D), high level police officers, and other local elites I guess you could say; and my group did not feel very comfortable or fit in, and we were still focused on finding the woman’s killer.

I had a strange feeling that the killer was at the event and that the killer was a man who was a member of the local élite and/or élite and who was a military veteran, and so I kept a close eye on the people around the event looking for threats and/or the killer; and I felt almost like a Secret Service agent watching everyone, and constantly on alert.

It was a bit annoying watching and listening to all the elite-types who we did not have much in common with, but they were enjoying themselves; I might have seen Mr. Romney sitting down eating & talking across the room while Secret Service agents were protecting him, and he was having a good time it seemed.

I also noticed one or two men wearing dress shirts with ties and slacks/dress pants with dress shoes, and I think the man and/or men were military veterans who now were civilians with good jobs; and the man or men gave off a vibe that made me think that one of them were the killers.

I felt that there was only one killer but one or two men at the event seemed suspicious, and one or both of them even looked at me with a smirk like they were letting me know that they were the killer; my memory is unclear, but I think that the man who I thought might have been the killer had somewhat dark-colored short hair in a business style haircut with whitish colored skin & he seemed to have a good job of some kind.

I am not sure if we talked, maybe, but I do know that I watched the man or men very closely for clues.

I remember the other soldiers with me talked about various things, one of which was why did SS’s dad not recommend the military to him earlier since he was a military veteran, and SS said that his dad was against him & his brother joining the military so they had never considered it until now; my guess was that SS’s dad did not want them to experience unnecessary wars like the ones that he had to fight in.

I gathered as much information about our murder investigation that I could while at the event, and at some point we left early; and as we were walking through the courtyard I noticed one or two suspicious people approaching, and something happened & one or both of the suspicious people got shot.

I think that security shot one or both of them when one or both of them pulled out pistols and started shooting in the courtyard; but I am not sure what happened exactly & I might have helped stop them, but I do know that they were not the killers of the woman.

The dream jumped a year in the future during the day and I was walking to the grave of the woman for the anniversary of her murder and the rest of my basic training group were supposed to arrive as well, and her grave was not far from the murder site; and it was next to a building that might have been a church.

There were some large concrete blocks around the grave that formed a partial wall-like structure that were some ruins of a structure that was knocked down in the past that you could also sit on, and my former classmate KC was there since he knew the woman even though he was not a solider; he knew her personally since she lived in his neighborhood.

KC was still angry about her murder as well and he also wanted to find out who murdered her, her murder was still unsolved, and so I told KC about what I had seen at the event a year earlier; and I shared with him all the information and evidence that I had gathered in my year of investigating the murder, and I even had the woman’s smart-phone that had a video of her pointing her phone camera at something/someone who you could barely see hiding behind something & she was saying something about him following her or something.

The video was unclear but the person that was mostly hidden behind something appeared to be a man with whitish/grayish colored hair with a long bear wearing shades & he looked like a biker gang member who was a military veteran, but I could be wrong; and so I told KC to keep an eye out for anyone who fit that description, so we could investigate them.

KC was so excited that he left instantly to find anyone who fit that description, and I hoped that KC would not attack them.

Then some of the soldiers from my basic training group started to arrive to the grave site, and so I greeted them; a year had passed, so we were no longer in basic training, but I was awakened by people being annoying in the real world again.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂