I slept well/solidly last night and I had several dreams but I forgot all of my dreams except that I barely remember part of the end of one dream, but maybe I will remember part of one or more of my other dreams later if I am fortunate.
The dream took place inside of a medium-sized (but large compared to what I was used and bigger than any church that my dad has pastored) Christian church I think and almost all if not all the people at the church had brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair, and I know that my dad and I were there but I am not sure if the rest of my family was there or not.
I barely remember part of two dreams from last night after getting awakened by an unknown female voice who/that called my name, I only remember the end of the first dream which took place in D during a cloudy grey day, and I was riding in an automobile with my parent’s on the highway to L near R Mobile Homes.
My mom was driving and she was driving us somewhere to show my dad something, but my dad did not seem interested; and he asked my mom to pull over to the right side of the road where a small fictional Christian church was located that my dad had been to before & I had fictional memories of this church as well, and a church service was about to begin so there were some kids & adults outside waiting for the church doors to be opened.
My mom pulled into the church parking lot which was only grass & dirt, my dad got out of the automobile wearing dirty/sweaty work clothes with a yellow colored rain coat & black colored rubber boots, and he told my mom that he was going to attend the church service instead of going to see whatever she wanted to show him; and so my mom tried to convince him to come with us but he refused, and so my mom asked how he was going to get back home & my dad said that he would find someone to give him a ride home or he would call us.
The church doors were opened by a woman who I recognized and who my dad knew, people started walking into the church, and my dad asked the woman who opened the door if they would be serving food after church (it was a joke/serious question); and the woman answered his question but I am not sure what she said, I just heard my dad talking about a complaint about the woman that he heard from someone he knew, and I recommended that he not say stuff like that out-loud in front of other people & the person who the complaint was about or talk about it at all.
My dad then started going into the church, and my mom & I drove off; but I woke up.
The second dream took place in a time period like on the Starz TV series Spartacus, and it involved the last battle of Spartacus & his people against Rome; and I was there oddly.
Spartacus split his forces so that most of them could escape to another country to be free, while he and a small group of his people like Gannicus / et cetera would fight the Romans to give the others time to escape to freedom/safety, and so he knew that this would probably be his last stand; but at least most of his people would be free.
The battle took place near a cliff/small mountain-like area with most of the battle taking place below it, and some of it on the top of it; but I am not sure if I fought or not, probably not, I remember being on top of the cliff/small mountain-like area watching most of this probably.
The Romans had them way out-numbered and they lost the battle as expected, but I am not sure if Spartacus escaped or not or if he was killed or not or if he was captured or not; but I know that Gannicus, some of the others, and I got captured by the Romans.
The Romans were going to execute/crucify us probably, but first they had a celebration/festival/whatever; and they took us to a villa as slaves/prisoners as they celebrated.
I remember being around Gannicus and the others as we waited to be executed/crucified eventually, and I remember a Roman citizen or slave who was a slightly thick/over-weight woman with somewhat large breasts with long black colored hair with whitish colored skin wearing a pink colored Roman-style outfit / dress / toga / stola whatever (who I was somewhat oddly attracted to inappropriately) entering the room to give orders/commands/instructions and/or something that I can not remember to some of us about something that I can not remember.
I forgot what happened during this part, but I do remember hearing the Romans having a good time as they celebrated in other parts of the villa, and I remember wondering if the others made it to freedom & I wondered what happened to Spartacus; but that is all that I can remember after being awakened by an unknown female voice that sounded like it came externally from in the real world near my right ear like someone was next to my ear who/that somewhat quietly said my name: “John…..” in a voice quiet enough not to scare me but loud enough & slow enough to get my attention & wake me up.
I woke up probably saying: “Huh!” (In reply to the unknown female voice), but I saw & heard no one in the room or the house; and so I have no idea who called my name since the house was empty since everyone had left about an hour before the unknown female voice woke me up, and so I assumed that maybe the voice came from the dream but sounded like it came from the real world but I still am not sure.
Either way the unknown female voice woke me up in time to get ready for a dentist appointment, my alarm clock had went off earlier but I turned it off to sleep a bit longer but I over-slept, and fortunately the unknown female voice woke me up in time for me to get ready & catch the dentist appointment just in time; and so I find this unknown female voice even more interesting/mysterious since it happened to wake me up just in time, strange, but I would like to say thank you to the unknown female voice for waking me up in time.
Last night I barely remember part of two dreams, with the first dream taking place in D during the day, and I remember slowly traveling my usual route from W Park to downtown D.
I probably met a few people along the way & did a few things, but I can not remember.
The next dream is very blurry & I remember being in a building or house, and I remember something to do with a Christian church service & I think that my dad was there; and we met a large man with medium-dark brownish colored skin with short black hair, who I think was a Christian preacher, like my dad & his wife was there.
After the church service or whatever, the man & his wife told us about a situation that they were trying to deal with, that involved Michael Jackson’s kids; I think that there was about seven kids or more.
They were worried about the money situation involving the kids, and the situation of taking care of the kids; and so they had called a gathering of all of Mr. Jackson’s kids, some of whom had probably never met before.
The kids were various ages and had various appearances, and they seemed excited to meet each other as they arrived at the building or house; a bit of a welcome party was thrown, where they all performed a few songs & dances together.
The man, his wife, my dad, and I were still talking about the various issues & situations & what to do about them as we watched them perform.
One of the performances got a bit loud & the lead singer was showing off a bit too much, and so the man & him got into an argument about that, and the man punched him; and then my dad & I tried to hold the man back, he was very big & strong, and so it was not easy.
A few other people helped, I was able to lock the man’s arms so he could not punch, but he was still strong enough to move; and so we had to talk to him to get him to calm down, since he was too strong.
He started to calm down & we started talking about what happened that made him lose control like that, and we walked to another area to avoid more conflict; the young man who he had punched, which was one of Mr. Jackson’s kids, was okay fortunately.
The man started to explain his frustration(s), but I woke up.