The BP Library & Roaches & A Garden

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, I remember being at work at a fictional version of The BP Library that was possibly several connected small buildings, and some of my coworkers were there like my female coworkers JB & MA & a fictional tall thin male coworker with red or orange hair with glasses.

JB & MA left at some point after only minimal interaction between us, maybe they left to work temporarily at another library branch like the M branch, and I was left babysitting a group of kids & young adults.

Les Leroux?

This dream or these dreams from last night had many transitions back and forth between various things without me noticing the constant transitions between often different types of dreams.

I remember the song Utopia by the music group Goldfrapp, and so maybe I heard that song or thought about it in one of the parts of the dream or in one of the dreams and/or when I was waking up but I am not sure.

Westworld & Health Care (Healthcare)

This dream from last night was partly inspired by the HBO television series Westworld, which I watched an episode of last night.

I can not remember most of this dream, especially the parts of the dream that were like the television series Westworld, but I think that the dream had some parts of it that were in the western themed Amusement Park from Westworld or one like it and some parts looked modern.

A Man Wants A Bag Of Dried Shrimp

I had several dreams last night but I overslept and there were possibly one or two short power (electricity) outages and I failed to voice record my dreams or think about them throughout the day, and so now I can only barely remember part of my last two dreams from last night which I will type as one because it was a dream within a dream.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day inside my parent’s house, I remember being alone in my brother GC’s bedroom, when I heard a knock on the wall from the outside.

There was a bathroom cabinet with a mirror front on the wall next to my chest of drawers, I opened it and then I slid open the wall behind it so that I could see who was outside the wall, and it was a fictional man with dark-brownish colored skin who had the top of his head covered who was one of the people (walkers) who would often walk down our street and across our field each day and he was even poorer than us it seemed.

The man asked for something, I think that he wanted a bag of dried shrimp, and I remember briefly talking to him about his situation and why he wanted that; and I told him to wait for a moment so that I could go find my parent’s to ask them if I could give him what he wanted or not.

I walked down the hall toward my parent’s room but something happened where I woke up in another dream in my bed, I was not sure if it was the real world or a dream (it was a false awakening dream) and I even said this to myself, and so I looked out the window to see if the man was still there but he was not; and so I walked into the dining room to look out of the front porch window toward the street to see if I could see him.

I did not see him at first but as I was closing the curtains I noticed him walking toward our street from the direction of the dead end sign so I ran to the kitchen, I grabbed a small bag of dried shrimp that was in a small clear plastic bag with reddish colored letters on it, and I ran outside across the yard toward the fence to greet the man and give him the bag of dried shrimp.

I ran to the double gates near the dead end sign, I greeted the man, I still was not sure if this was a dream or real life so I tried to make this situation less strange by letting the man know that this might sound a bit crazy; but I am not sure if I told him about my dream or not, I probably did not to avoid seeming like I was crazy, and instead I probably told him that someone had told me that he needed some dried shrimp.

I told him that I was not sure if this was true or not but that he could have it if he wanted it, I told him that the bag of dried shrimp was fresh and never opened and that this was not a trick and that it was not tampered with, and that it was free and that he did not owe us anything.

The man looked a bit confused and surprised but my cautious approach worked, he accepted the bag of dried shrimp and he thanked me, and he mentioned some of the things that he could cook with it; and then we said goodbye, and I remember feeling positive.

I still was not sure if this was a dream or not but I did manage to not seem as crazy, but I woke up in the real world this time; and so that had been a false awakening dream where I woke up from one dream into another dream (a dream within a dream).

The end,

-John Jr

Press It

Daily Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Press It, and the question was:

Give some love to three blog posts you’ve read and loved in the past week, and tell us why they’re worth reading.

And this is my answer:

Here are four posts instead of three posts that I have read and liked and commented on in the past week: Sleep Paralysis, New Theme: Twenty Sixteen, Turbulent Emotions, and Dream Journal 12/6/15.

I think that Sleep Paralysis is worth reading because it provides details about an unique and scary sleep paralysis experience that is unlike any sleep paralysis experience that I have had so far, I think that New Theme: Twenty Sixteen is worth reading because it lets the public know about the new default WordPress theme Twenty Sixteen which is a general purpose theme that I think is just good enough for that role to consider using, I think that Turbulent Emotions is worth reading because it shows a long and detailed response to a Daily Prompt compared to mine, and I think that Dream Journal 12/6/15 is worth reading because it provides details of a somewhat rare unbalanced and very negative dream compared to my usual dreams.


I can only barely remember part of one unclear transitioning dream from last night that I did not voice record which took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I think that I was at my parent’s house working on or trying to fix a computer; and my parent’s were at the house.

At some point I realized that I had left my wallet at my uncle WC’s house in  my cousin CC’s chest of drawers, and so I left to walk down the street to go get my wallet before someone else finds it because I was afraid that someone would steal my money and other things inside my wallet.

I noticed that my dad’s work van was parked in or too close to the yard where my aunt JE’s house is supposed to be and so I was going to move it once I got my wallet, and I remember walking down the street outside my uncle WC’s house and I remember thinking about my wallet; but I can not remember if I got it or not, I just remember walking back up the street at some point, and I moved my dad’s work van by parking it near where the garden used to be by The G House.

The next thing that I remember is that my former male schoolmate GR lived in the house where my aunt JE’s house should be, something happened where my former schoolmate GR got angry and he started threatening someone in my family and/or I and other people in the neighborhood, and then he brought a gang of men with him to force his will over the neighborhood.

The dream then became a bit like the video game Fallout 4 and I remember gathering all the people in the neighborhood together to unite them so that we could stand up to my former schoolmate GR and his gang to let them know that they were not going to force us to do whatever they wanted, I remember inspiring everyone with speeches and eventually some of us got weapons, and we waited until my former schoolmate GR and his gang returned so that we could face them and stand up to them.

We stood up to my former schoolmate GR and his gang but I can not remember if we fought them or not, probably not, and I think that my former schoolmate GR and his gang backed down; and so I guess my plan worked, and the next part of the dream that I remember took place in a fictional field near a building near the neighborhood where my great-aunt RC used to live that some people call/nicknamed The Old H’s.

My parent’s were there with me behind a fictional building that was probably not far from the B Electric building, I remember my dad mentioning a job and/or about me getting a job, and I remember him getting angry and there was a bit of an argument between us; and I remember my untreated social anxiety disorder and maybe generalized anxiety disorder being mentioned and effecting / affecting me in the dream.

I remember my anxiety levels going up (especially generalized anxiety, and my social anxiety when thinking about various possibly future social situations and various possible futures and my current situation) and I remember feeling afraid just thinking about the job and some other things that my dad mentioned and some other things that I thought about, I realized that things were worse than I thought, and that I probably should try to get some help with my anxiety disorders again after things failed the last several times that I tried to get help.

This part of the dream was negative and I was lost in my negative thoughts and feelings, feeling weak and pathetic and like a loser and mostly hopeless because I could not see/find a path/way out of my situation that was positive, as I tried to think about my different options and as I tried to predict the possibly future outcomes of each option and as I thought about the past and what my dad said et cetera; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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