I was awakened from my dream where I was in the middle of a conversation with a dream character, by my alarm clock, but I managed to remember some of my dream fragments & that conversation with the dream character.
My dreams took place in the fictional country that has been in a few of my dreams in the past, the one that is usually an island or islands (though the country does not seem island-like when you are there and it is not tropical at all) that is/are usually controlled by one or more groups of people who seem to be from various places in Asia (India, Iran, China, and more) & a few other countries & sometimes there is evidence of a bit of past conflict or current minor conflict among the groups of people & the fictional country always has tourists visiting & I am always a tourist too, and this dream was no different.
This was probably one dream with various parts that connected, and in one part I was in a professional tennis tournament; sometimes I dream of being at a professional tennis tournament and/or being in one, but I usually am not at the tournaments for long for various reasons.
The tennis tournament was in the fictional country and various professional tennis players from around the world were there, and somehow I was in the tournament; and this was my first professional tennis match, and I did not know how to serve properly/well/good, like in real life. 😀
I do not remember seeing any tennis players that I know but I remember part of my tennis match, which was against an unknown experienced professional tennis player with black hair & whitish colored skin wearing a white tennis shirt with white shorts & white shoes, and I remember being a bit nervous.
We had a crowd in the the stands watching us, not a huge crowd since we were lower ranked players, but it was a big crowd for someone like me & I hate being watched (social anxiety).
I did not expect to win but I was going to try, and I remember not being able to serve hardly like in real life; and my opponent was acting like a jerk, and he would make fun of me.
I remember acing him once, because he was not used to very slow & sloppy serves 😀 , and I remember him acing me several times because I would stand too far in front of the baseline since I like to volley (I can not serve to save my life but I am pretty good at volleying for someone untrained 😉 ).
I remember my opponent telling me that I stood too far in front of the baseline, which was true, and so he kept taking advantage of that to defeat me.
My opponent made me a bit mad/frustrated/annoyed/sad with his constant making fun of me & trying to get the crowd to make fun of me, but I managed to finish the match trying my semi-best; and that was good enough for me.
I lost the match so I was kicked out of the tournament, one loss & you are out, but I was happy with my performance. 🙂
I left the tournament to tour the fictional country, and I rode an open train-like machine with other tourists as the tour guide pointed out different areas around the country & told us information about various places.
The tourist parts of the country were the nicest, and then we went to the poorer parts of the country; which was interesting.
We saw farms with animals, crops, dirt, mud, people with turbans & Middle Eastern-style clothing & various other styles, people with brownish – purpleish colored skin, open markets, various languages & cultures, et cetera and a few people on the train-like machine were locals of the country; and I spoke with one of them who knew a bit of English, not much, but a bit.
The woman had dark brownish – purpleish colored skin and her accent reminded me of someone from India & like someone whose main language is Hindi, and we spoke a bit; but she only could understand & use a bit of English, so she could not understand me sometimes.
During our tour there must have been a TV or something on the train-like machine, because I remember a news report showing that a politician from The United Kingdom (maybe England) had been put in charge of a group of probably Special Forces soldiers stationed in the fictional country.
For some reason the UK had a military base in the fictional country, maybe as a peace keeping/engineering/assassinating/training/spying force or something, anyway the female politician was in charge of the soldiers or something like that.
I remember the news report showing the female politician and there were clips of one of the soldiers who was getting ready for bed, he had the older DPM camouflage & no body armor & he looked unhappy & I predicted that they were under-funded; but the news report tried to make the soldiers sound élite/happy/glamorous/well-funded, but it seemed like propaganda to me, so I wanted to go talk to some of the soldiers myself later to get the facts. 😉
As our tour continued we reached a building and we stopped to explore it and maybe buy some souvenirs, but a man who looked & acted like Alec Baldwin as his character on 30 Rock (which I have never seen an episode of) offered some of us tourists jobs.
Mr. Baldwin was wearing a suit and he had a son who he put in charge of our group, his son was the son Seth Gold on the TV show Hardcore Pawn, and our group was a new business idea that Mr. Baldwin wanted to try.
Our group was supposed to invent/create/come up with a product idea/invention, figure out how to make/manufacture the invention, figure out how to advertise it, et cetera and Mr. Baldwin would take care of the rest on a small-scale to see if it is profitable; and if we failed on our first try to have a profitable invention, we would probably all get fired. 😀
Mr. Baldwin’s character was funny & easy to get along with even though he was a bit of a stereotypical business guy who acted overconfident & like a jerk, but he was funny & cool about it. 😀
Mr. Baldwin left and our group went to a room to come up with ideas, and our group was an interesting mix of people; and we had a pretty good time and we got along well.
Our group members were the son Seth Gold from Hardcore Pawn, a fake slightly overweight uglier version of Prince Harry with a big head, a fake slightly overweight uglier version of Chris Hemsworth with a big head, a fake Eric Pumphrey, several women but I can not remember what they looked like for some reason, and I.
At first we were having too much fun hanging out and some of the members even had friends come visit, but then we started trying to think up ideas; but that was not going so well, and so Mr. Baldwin came to talk to us.
Mr. Baldwin walked us around the building near the souvenir shops, I guess he owned some or all of them, because we started have a fun fight/fake fight with some of the souvenirs; and I remember getting shot by a toy gun or something, and I laid on the ground pretending to be dead as the others continued fighting.
It was fun and at some point Mr. Baldwin called an end to the fun, which he was a part of & which he probably started, and he gave us a theme to help us come up with ideas “children toys” & he gave us a bit of encouragement: “If you fail, you are all fired, now get back to work! *smiles, and walks off*” 😀
We all went back to think up ideas and we started to realize that we really would all get fired if we did not get this right the first time, and so we started thinking hard to come up with ideas; and I was the first to come up with an idea, and so I started to tell our team leader the son about my idea.
My idea was a simple toy kit where a few durable enough but cheap to produce pieces would be sold, and the pieces would be put together to make the toy; something more complicated than Legos but not too complicated.
I tried to sell/convince the idea to our team leader the son mentioning the low-cost to produce it & the simple manufacturing needed to make it & we did not even have to put the toys together since the buyers would have to do that, that schools could buy/use them & kids could practice their motor skills/et cetera & I mentioned various other things as our team leader listened closely calculating it in his mind.
He seemed close to accepting my idea and I was about to ask the group to help think of what material we could use to make the pieces & I was going to ask them to think of some other things, but my alarm clock woke me up.
The end,
-John Jr 🙂
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