Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it possibly took place during the evening and some of my family, my parent’s and one or more of my brothers, and I were going to an event.
I am not sure what kind, it could have been a play or film or something, but I have no idea.
We were at an indoor auditorium inside a building, and we had to walk through various halls and parts of the building to reach the auditorium.
There were various people inside the small auditorium, which had stadium seating with a stage at the back of the room.
There was at least one windowless open window on the wall by the stadium seating like a castle wall with an open window and looking out this open window you could see that we were up several stories high.
At least from somewhat higher up in the stadium seating area on the right side, where my family and I were.
The event had not started yet so people were talking, sitting, standing, walking around, et cetera waiting for it to start.
As I was sitting, there was a man with light-to-medium brownish-colored skin who reminded me of a neighbor who lives on the street in front of MZ Baptist Church across the field by my parent’s yard, was sitting not too far behind me with a little girl who was probably his daughter.
She was running around my area and other areas playing which was somewhat annoying, she was just a kid, so it did not bother me too much.
As we waited, I started to maybe sense that something was not right.
I probably started to sense danger, I started looking around the room trying to figure out why I felt this way, and I looked around for threats and for weaknesses in the security and escape routes.
There was only one way in and one way out unless you jumped from the window or windows to your death, and so any threats only needed to block the double doors to trap us inside.
I was all the away across the room near the window at the upper right mid-row of seating, so I would not be able to reach the doors in time.
I was in a bad area if I needed to escape, and while I was trying to find the threat I noticed a woman with brownish-colored skin with dark hair who potentially somewhat reminded me of a more villainous version of Gaia from the animated television series Captain Planet And The Planeteers and/or the comic book character Storm (Ororo Munroe) walking to the stage.
It seemed that she was the threat that I had sensed.
The woman walked up to the podium and microphone, and she started talking.
I can not remember what she was saying, but after talking she probably started chanting.
It seemed that she was doing a ritual of some kind from an unfamiliar religion or form of spirituality like she was summoning something and/or powering up like she could do magic and/or she had powers; and was also trying to summon greater powers and/or something/someone with greater powers.
It seemed that the doors possibly closed, possibly magic or powers or the wind, and/or were blocked or people were just too afraid and confused to run.
As the woman chanted and did her ritual or whatever, dark clouds and/or mist and/or fog or something started to gather like a storm was building in the room with loud rumbles and maybe thunder and other sounds and wind et cetera; and maybe a tornado-like cloud formed behind her.
You could probably feel the power building, it was pretty amazing.
People were definitely afraid and shocked at this point, and it seemed that the woman really had magic and/or powers and was possibly really summoning something.
The dark clouds or whatever behind her in the air formed a giant version of her head in it.
She was probably talking through it with a loud and powerful voice, with maybe a glow in her eyes on the giant version of her head in the clouds.
I went to the open window to try to see if there was anyway that we could escape through the window before she could finish her ritual or whatever.
I saw no way to escape from these heights, and when I turned back around I saw that most of the people gone already and the rest were leaving through the doors.
It seemed that someone realized that they could escape through the doors or figured out how to open them, and then when people realized that they could escape, they quickly started doing so.
Soon people stopped being as afraid or afraid, and either this caused the woman to start losing power or this was all fake, or it interrupted her ritual, or maybe she messed up with her ritual or something.
I am not sure what happened, but it was clear that what ever she was doing started to fail or failed at this point as the storm and the giant version of her head in the clouds disappeared.
My family and I decided to start leaving now, we did not leave in a hurry because people were mostly no longer afraid at this point.
The woman on the stage looked and acted like she had failed at her ritual or something, and she was probably yelling at us but was being ignored like she was just a crazy person.
So she probably started talking out-loud to herself about how she had failed, and she was probably trying to figure out what went wrong with her ritual or whatever.
She was probably disappointed in herself and angry and maybe a bit sad.
Maybe she cried a bit, and maybe she yelled out to whoever/whatever she was possibly trying to summon.
After this, she probably was going to keep trying her ritual, but we were not going to wait around to find out.
I remember us walking through various halls and parts of the building on our way to escape the building, but I woke up.
Dream 2
My memory of this dream is very unclear.
I am not sure if I was the main female character in this dream during part of the dream or all the dream or just at the end of the dream, or maybe was I not her at all.
Perhaps it just seemed that way during part of the dream, and I am not sure if this dream was connected to the first dream or not.
All that I can remember of this dream is that the main character of this dream was a woman.
Something had happened that I can not remember, maybe she survived something and had saw something, maybe the attack from the first dream, but I can not remember.
She probably felt that someone would probably try to kill her after surviving and witnessing whatever had happened.
So the woman was taking steps to try to protect herself, she had some weapons, she was on alert, et cetera.
Either she was considering telling the police or she had just finished talking to the police about what had happened, I can not remember.
All that I can remember is that she was just leaving from somewhere, and maybe she was talking with a female friend on her mobile phone, or she had just finished talking with her female friend on her mobile phone.
The woman was walking back home during possibly the evening when it was starting to get darker, she crossed some train tracks where there were some parked trains, and her one-story house was on the other side of the train tracks near an area where one or more 18 wheelers were parked.
I can not remember the exact series of events, but I remember her entering her house, and a man who looked somewhat like a villainous assassin version of the actor Brandon Routh and/or the actor Zachary Quinto in maybe a Superman or Superman-like superhero-like costume with cape entered her house or had hidden in her house approached her with one or more melee weapons (probably a sword or two swords) to murder her.
The woman pulled out or grabbed a maybe long katana-like sword that she used offensively and a shorter curved scimitar-like sword that she used defensively.
Basically she was dual wielding, and the man there to kill her seemed like a dangerous emotionless killer who possibly had some superpowers, so the woman was afraid but still ready to defend herself.
The assassin attacked her, forcing her on the defensive, with it seemingly like she was close to losing the fight until the woman yelled that she had just finished talking to the police and had told them everything.
The assassin paused for a moment, and then perhaps I was the woman, or it seemed like I was her now.
She/I adjusted her/my fighting stance for defense and offense, paid attention to her/my surroundings, trying to use it to her/my advantage and to his disadvantage.
She/I probably tried to figure out how to call the police and/or someone for help and/or to record what was happening to her/my mobile phone; and prepared to fight with a new strategy and to run if that failed.
The assassin and her/I circled the room a bit, adjusting our stances and looking for openings to attack, as the assassin tried to decide if he believed her/me or not; and whether he should kill her/me or not.
She/I moved between backing away and moving forward, trying to keep the advantage in my favor based on our stances and location in the house; mostly the living room and the entrance area by the kitchen, and barely part of the kitchen.
The assassin decided to not kill her/me for now, and he said a few things to her/me that I can not remember.
Then he left and she/I tried to follow him to see where he was going to see if we could try to identify him and maybe get some video and/or audio of him to show to the police and others as evidence.
Maybe she/I had some other reasons for following him.
Like perhaps, she/I was considering dealing with him and whoever he was possibly working for ourselves, but I can not remember, but I woke up as she/I was following him.
The end,
- John Jr
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