Getting Ambushed And Holding Hands With A Stunt Double / Actress

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I did not get enough sleep last night because I went to bed too late but I did sleep well and I probably slept pretty deeply, but I had to get out of bed quickly to get ready for work so I did not have time to organize my memories of my dreams so now I barely remember part of maybe one dream from last night.

Several parts of this dream or these dream took place at probably the same fictional college campus on the outskirts of the campus where there was a parking lot by a field with some buildings, and each part of the dream or each dream took place starting from the day until the evening or night.

My parent’s were probably in one part of the dream or one of the dreams that took place in the parking lot during the day, but I can not remember this part of this dream.

In another part of the dream or another dream maybe during the afternoon there was maybe a semi-indoor / outdoor one-story building between the field and the parking lot, and I remember walking through this building which probably had some shelves and various obstacles and turns.

Inside the building in the distance I saw a woman with light-color skin and her overweight teenage(d) son who also had light-color skin who seemed a bit suspicious, and they were walking around also so I tried to keep them in my sights.

At some point they were in a blind spot when I made a left turn at a corner and the woman and her son were waiting for me to ambush me, and the boy had a spray bottle with a clear liquid that he tried to spray in my eyes but he missed or I dodged it.

One of them then tried to attack me (probably with a weapon) but I blocked or dodged the attack because their alcohol in my eyes attack had failed, and once I realized that they were not joking around I quickly and easily defeated them but I can not remember if I killed them or not as I defended myself.

I just remember learning that the clear liquid in the spray bottle was rubbing alcohol, and that this mother and son were probably responsible for various random attacks on people in the city that was reported in the news but no one had known who was carrying out the attacks.

I assume that they would kill people, I have no idea why they were doing this, but they seemed to enjoy this and they had their own strategies for attacking people but they made a mistake when they decided to attack someone like me who has better defensive skills and awareness than the average person.

The next parts of the dreams are unclear so I am not even sure if I was myself or not during parts of this, during the next part or the part after it I was possibly a Tony Stark-like man, but I can not remember.

I just remember the previous attack on me being reenacted by maybe some actresses and actors and stunt doubles, and so I am not sure if I was myself or if I was a Tony Stark-like man who was part of the reenactment of the attack on me that was being filmed and was probably going to be used on the news to show what had happened during the attack on me.

The actress and / or stunt double playing the mother was fitter and shorter and smaller and thinner than the real mother, I or me as the Tony Stark-like man joined the reenactment, and I remember body slamming (scoop slamming) the actress / stunt double who played the mother during the reenactment (she was okay, it was part of the reenactment).

After we finished the filming of the reenactment of the previous attack on me, I remember talking with the actress / stunt double who played the mother, and we both seemed interested in getting to know each other so she probably invited me to an event so we got dressed up in formal wear (she had a nice long white dress) and she walked me to another part of the campus where an outdoor event was taking place during the evening or night.

Everyone was dressed up and some important people were there so this was a formal event, I remember seeing a woman with medium-color skin with short hair who I later learned was the mayor of the city, and I remember a helicopter dropping someone off at the event.

The actress / stunt double and I held hands as we walked around talking at the outdoor event, we both seemed to be interested in each other, and we were having a good time and a good conversation.

At some point the woman told me that she wanted to show me something, and she led me to a one-story building that was in the field near the event.

I needed to defecate so when we got inside the building I asked her where the bathroom was so that I could defecate before she shows me whatever it is that she wanted to show me, and then she led me to a room that she said was the bathroom and there was a toilet in this room so I sat on it to defecate and she left (maybe to the lobby or wherever).

As I was defecating people started walking into the room, first it was probably the mayor who looked at me like maybe the actress / stunt double had set me up and led me here on the mayor’s orders for a meeting or something, and the mayor probably said something to me or looked at me smiling before either leaving the room or staying.

I quickly learned that this seemed to be a college classroom and that students and their professor were arriving for class, and they probably started their class as I sat there on the toilet defecating.

I wanted to leave but they had caught me in the middle of defecating and I had no privacy, and so sitting there until maybe they leave or until I finished seemed to be my best option.

I wondered why was there a working toilet in a classroom, and I wondered if the actress / stunt double had really lured me here as a set up for the mayor and why would the mayor and / or her want to embarrass me like this.

This was a pretty uncomfortable and annoying situation, I was a bit angry, but I actually handled it well as I sat there trying to figure out what to do next but I woke up.

So for the second night in a row I had a toilet dream with feces, strange.

The end,

-John Jr

My Former Classmate JC’s Hand Gets Injured And A Woman Manipulating People

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Last night I barely got any sleep for various reasons so I almost did not dream at all until the last hour maybe, I probably got no more than an hour of sleep if that, but I am not sure.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, I remember being inside what was supposed to be a classroom or school setting, but it did not look like it.

There were other people standing around in this room including my mom, our fictional female teacher who had whitish-color skin with yellow hair, my former male classmate JC, and a fictional woman with whitish-color skin with long yellow hair who looked a lot like my sister-in-law JC but it was not her.

At some point I was talking with my mom and our teacher when the woman who looked like my sister-in-law JC walked my former classmate JC over to us, and she told us that a man named Joe had twisted my former classmate JC’s hand injuring it.

My former classmate JC showed us his hand, two fingers were on one side and the other three fingers were on the other side, and in the middle where there was a split is where most of the damage took place and he said that he was in a lot of pain.

My former classmate JC was clearly suffering and was in pain, we felt that he needed to go to the doctor or hospital to have his hand checked, and the woman explained how Joe had abused my former classmate JC.

I started to get angry and I wanted to go find this Joe and see him and confront him myself, but then I started to notice strange things about the woman who was telling us this.

I started to notice that she phrased her statements in a way to get you to jump to conclusions and she seemed to be constantly trying to manipulate people, and I saw how she was manipulating my former classmate JC and the others and I.

She mentioned that Joe had his own group, he seemed to have his own type of school that was more like a small poor countryside outdated community who also wore outdated clothes, and she said that he only would use white books; and I assumed that Joe’s group was some outdated racist white supremacist-type group.

In my mind I saw Joe and his small group laying around outside in the countryside on the ground by a campfire relaxing, but I am not sure if these were flashbacks or what they were.

What the woman was saying seemed to be true at first but then I noticed her there with Joe, and she was manipulating him as well and it seemed more like she was in control.

I started to see that Joe was possibly not as bad as she made him out to be, and maybe she manipulated him into attacking my former classmate JC.

I wondered what was this woman’s agenda/whatever, and I tried to figure out why she kept manipulating people.

I no longer trusted anything that this woman said, I tried to figure out what was true and false on my own, and I tried to figure her out while keeping an eye on her to see what she was up to.

I did not want to reveal what I knew to her, I pretended that everything was okay so that I could have time to figure things out, and decide how to deal with her and help my former classmate JC; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

A Teacher Worried About Her Lesson Plan

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After doing my normal routine yesterday I spent most of the rest of the day trying to finish a blog post, and so I got in bed way too late and I did not get enough sleep last night.

My mind was still more focused on other things, and so once again I almost forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of one dream.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it involved a female teacher with whitish-color skin who was worried about her lesson plan, and how the students and others would feel about it.

The teacher kept going over her lesson plan looking at it and making changes while trying to predict the various ways that her students and others might respond to it.

I am not sure if this happened or not, but it is possible that the teacher went to her class at school and had her students look over the lesson plan so that they could give their feedback on it so that she could improve it before starting class for the day.

This dream was probably inspired by my focus on trying to finish my blog post, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

An Arm Gets Stabbed Through My Chest And Gillian Anderson Is My Teacher?

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Forgotten Dreams

Last night I got in bed after 5 AM, it seems that I almost immediately had a dream after going to sleep because I remember waking up suddenly from whatever I was dreaming about like something unusual and/or shocking and interesting happened during the dream, and when I woke up it felt like I had just went to sleep.

I remembered what ever I had just dreamed about because it was short because I woke up suddenly because of whatever was happening in the dream, whatever happened was interesting enough that I wanted to get out of bed to voice record it so that I would not forget it because I wanted to share it, but I accidentally went back to sleep without getting out of bed.

After accidentally going back to sleep I had another dream almost immediately it seems that also caused me to suddenly wake up from whatever was happening, whatever happened in this second short dream was also interesting enough that I wanted to get out of bed to voice record it so that I would not forget it because like the first dream I probably remembered almost everything, but I once again accidentally went back to sleep without getting out of bed.

After this I possibly had one or more false awakening dreams where I recorded my dreams not realizing that I was still dreaming, I probably kept trying to remember both dreams during these dreams, but eventually I woke up again and I unfortunately forgot the first two dreams except maybe one of them involved something school-related and one more thing from one of them.

I am not sure if either of those dreams went lucid or not or if I did a reality check in either one, I just remember maybe an arm being stabbed through my body from my back and it came out the front of my chest, but instead of blood and pain et cetera that you would expect from something like this I think that the arm went through my body like the arm and/or my body was not solid or physical like it was in a ghost/spirit/non-solid/non-physical form or something strange like that but I can not remember.

I am not sure if this was part of a reality check or sleep paralysis or lucid dream or if it caused me to realize that I was dreaming or what happened, but that is the only thing that I could remember of either of those two dreams after struggling to remember anything from those two dreams after accidentally going back to sleep several times without voice recording them and after possibly having to deal with false awakening dreams and normal dreams messing up my memory which led to me forgetting those dreams.

This is very disappointing because I remembered most or all of both dreams, I wanted to record and share what happened in those dreams because something interesting and strange and shocking happened that I really wanted to remember and share like it was something that was possibly somewhat important, but now I can not remember those two dreams or the possibly false awakening dreams or the normal dreams except for part of my last dream. 😔

Remembered Dream

All that I can remember of this last dream from last night is that it took place in the morning, I was with my former male classmate JC, and we seemed to be hanging out and having fun while getting ready for school inside a house.

I remember us leaving by automobile and I think that I was driving, and we drove to our school which was a small building in the city of D near where maybe Taco Bell should be.

The school building was probably just one classroom with a small parking lot, we went inside the building to our classroom, and we sat at desks among other students including our former male classmate LT.

The actress Gillian Anderson was our teacher and she probably spoke with her English (British) accent, during the class I think that some of the students were disrupting the class like our former classmate LT, and so Mrs. Anderson had to stop the class to talk with them.

While this was happening I noticed that I was wearing my black synthetic jogging pants (sweatpants) that are torn in the groin to almost butt area, and so I wanted to go to my automobile to see if I had any other pants to wear.

I wanted to let Mrs. Anderson know but she was busy dealing with the rude students and I did not want the entire class to know, and so I decided to just quietly leave outside and hope that no one notices.

My classmate JC sneaked out with me but the door made a noise as we were sneaking out, and then our teacher Mrs. Anderson walked over to us angrily and disappointed in us.

I remember Mrs. Anderson standing very close to us lecturing us, she incorrectly assumed that we were trying to sneak away to skip school for the day, and so I tried to explain the situation to her.

I remember feeling disappointed in myself for not just telling Mrs. Anderson first like I wanted to, I was disappointed that she was disappointed in me because I was one of her good students it seemed, and so she was extra disappointed in me because she did not expect something like this from me.

I remember explaining the situation to Mrs. Anderson and trying to convince her that I was telling the truth, I reminded her that I had never lied to her before and that I would not do something like that, but I woke up as I was doing this or after this when I was looking in my automobile trying to see if me and/or my former classmate JC had any pants that I could wear.

The end,

-John Jr

Having Class In The MZ Baptist Church Parking Lot?

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I can only remember part of the end of my last dream from last night, and the dream took place during a gray day in an outdoor/somewhat indoor classroom with desks and maybe a partial wall in the parking lot of the MZ Baptist Church.

I was a student in this class of children and adults including the actor Patrick Stewart, Ice Cube (O’Shea Jackson Sr.), maybe my former classmate DH, a man with whitish-color skin with medium-to-dark color hair who was probably from somewhere in Europe, an under-sized girl (who the teacher probably nicknamed Little Suzy) with whitish-color skin with yellow hair who wore glasses who probably had a physical disability and learning disability, and more.

Our teacher/professor was an attractive model-like tall thin woman with whitish-color skin and long slightly curled yellow hair who spoke with an accent and who could speak another language that sounded like maybe she was from somewhere in Eastern Europe (Eastern European), and she somewhat reminded me of the actress Tricia Helfer at first but her appearance slightly changed during the dream to where maybe her hair got slightly darker or something like that but I can not remember.

During the entire class there were some students in the back of the classroom who were being rude and were talking non-stop as the teacher teached/taught, oddly the teacher never did say anything to them, and I remember our teacher walking around the room and by our desks as she taught.

Our teacher and one of the students, the man who seemed to be from somewhere in Europe, seemed to have some kind of relationship and they kept looking at each other and the teacher would call on him often and they would sometimes talk to each other in an Eastern European or some kind of other European language but I am not sure what language it was.

The under-sized girl in our class seemed to have difficulty understanding things so she kept asking questions a lot because she was often confused, I remember our teacher talking to the man from Europe asking him to help Little Suzy (which I think was a secret nickname that they both had for her), and this nickname and the way that they talked about her seemed a bit like they were making fun of her and like the teacher was tired of having to keep trying to explain things to Little Suzy so she wanted the man to help her so that she could focus on teaching the rest of the class.

At some point our teacher started talking about something with a strange-sounding name, I had no idea what that was or what the word was, and so I let our teacher know this.

She seemed disappointed like everyone should know what that meant and she explained that the word that she had said was Pre-fall, I explained that I thought that she had said a strange word or name that started with a G, and she explained that Pre-fall referred to before World War II.

And then she continued her lesson, I was interested to hear what she was saying, but I could barely hear what she was saying because of: how far away she was from where I was sitting, the rude students who would not stop talking, and because of her accent that made it a bit harder to understand her.

I remember Patrick Stewart looking angry and annoyed at the rude students, he could barely hear the teacher either, and he kept looking back at the rude students and looking at the teacher hoping that either they would be quiet or the teacher would tell them to be quiet but she never did tell them to be quiet so we both struggled to hear her lesson.

To make things worse our class got interrupted by Ice Cube and someone else riding bicycles and/or motorcycles and/or go-karts through the classroom while goofing around having fun and making a lot of noise, and this seemed to be them acting because this seemed be a scene for a film or commercial or music video being filmed.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr