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A Fair In The Woods (Forest) / Country (Countryside)

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Last night I can barely remember my last dream, which took place during the day, in a fictional woods (forest) / country (countryside) area near the city of D at a fair-like event.

The fair-like event normally took place in D, but for some reason they decided to try the fair-like event way out in the woods/country; which led to a bit of a disaster.

The vendors did not have the proper things needed to sell and / or cook things, many people did not know how to find the area out in the woods / country, many of the rides & booths could not be set up and/or run properly, and there were various other complaints from the people there.

I remember looking around & talking with a few people, and the fair-like event was not going well for many people and so everyone gathered to talk about the situation; and something happened and I remember a convoy of us moving to a new location, but we stopped at some point.

I was riding with my dad’s friend ST in his car and we stopped with the rest of the convoy in an open area by concrete & maybe water, and there was a long wait; and ST and I talked about the situation, and we agreed on a lot of things to my surprise.

For some reason the convoy had stopped, maybe there was a debate about where we should move the fair-like event or something like that, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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August 27, 2011 | Dream Fragments | We Need To Feed

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Last night I had a lot of dreams, but I can only barely remember a few parts of a few dreams, because having so many dreams can make dream recall a lot harder in my opinion.

One dream involved my family and I driving into the countryside to a fictional unknown house that was either a bed & breakfast and/or a house apartment; it was just an old house out in the middle of the woods, and several people shared the house & each person had their own room.

The owners of the house were two women with whitish colored skin and blond colored hair, and they both were very nice, and everyone who lived at the house seemed to be nice as well.

They had a few extra rooms that we could move into and I was given the key to my room, and they told me that all I had to do was clean out the room, and it would be ready for me to move into.

The house was old and the door to the room was old with an uneven keyhole that was at an almost forty-five degree angle instead of being straight, and inside the room there was a lot of old stuff that once belonged to the person who used to live in that room & the room & stuff was/were dusty.

The room had at least two bedrooms, a living room, and probably more; and so it was like its own apartment that could hold at least two to four people; I remember looking around at some of the old stuff in the room, and some of it reminded me of things from my childhood.

Sometimes in dreams, I will find items from my childhood that are in storage in a dream world, and this might have been one of those times or at least it reminded me of one of those times.

Each bedroom had an outdoor entrance/exit door on the outside of the house (like a motel) and one in the inside of the house (like a hotel), and my family were moving their automobile outside of my door and/or their doors; so that we could start unpacking our stuff once we cleaned out my and/or our rooms, but that is all that I can remember.

The only other dream or dreams that I can remember took place in my parent‘s yard & my grandfather’s yard & my parent’s house & my grandfather’s house in the day and during the night, but I can not remember what happened in most of those dreams.

I just remember being outside in my parent’s yard several times during the day & several times during the night, almost like I was camping outside or something maybe, and so I did several things outside & I remember something happening outside during the night.

During one night two young people/vampires/beings came out of my parent’s house telling me that they needed to feed and that they were tired of Human food & that Human food was not enough or something like that, and they specifically said that Human food like chicken nuggets/et cetera were so nasty to them that they would probably vomit if they had to eat another chicken nugget or any Human food.

They seemed a bit weak & hungry & sad & tired & I somehow knew them, and I treated them like they were my little siblings or kids or something, but I do not think that they were; and I knew that they were not Human.

I held them in both arms like I used to hold my brothers D&D when they were kids and I actually felt the emotions of caring about the well-being of the two young people/vampires/beings, I was acting like their older brother and/or parent or something, and I felt responsible for their safety & well-being.

One of the young people/vampires/beings looked like a younger version of Jessica Hamby from the TV show True Blood and I think that the other was a boy at first but then later it was a girl.

I held them both as I sat on the steps of my parent’s house and I tried to comfort them, and I told them that I would try to find them something that they could use to feed/energize/sustain themselves with; and I started trying to think of what they could feed on/be feed without harming/killing anything and/or with the permission of whoever/whatever would give the food/energy/sustenance, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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An Elderly Bicycle Rider

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Last night I barely remember one of my dreams, which took place in the day on the outskirts of a fictional version of D I think; and I do not think that I was in the dream, but I could be wrong, either way I was not the main character of the dream.

There was an elderly man who would ride his bicycle almost everywhere, and he was riding his bike down the highway that was out in the countryside (country).

He went to a building out in the country somewhere, it was a place that his dad used to take him to as a kid, and he would still visit the/this building/place several times a year; even now as an old man.

The building/place seemed to be a small tourist-like educational attraction that talked about crystals (it seemed, but I could be wrong) with a person/guide who would talk & show people around the building, there were real crystals for people to see & take/buy(?), there were videos that people could watch, there were exhibits, et cetera.

The elderly man stopped outside of the building and he looked at the ground where several clear crystals were in/on the ground, some with various natural shapes & some that appeared to be artificially cut, and he picked up a crystal that he remembered from his childhood; and he then had a flashback of some of his memories when his dad used to take him to this building/place, as a kid.

Other people were arriving to tour the building/place, the elderly man then put the crystal back on the ground & he started to walk closer to the building, and a worker came out of the building & he picked up the crystal that the elderly man had looked at; the crystal was autographed by someone, and then the worker called to the elderly man & he told him that he could keep the crystal.

The worker knew the man, after seeing him visit the building/place for many years, and he stopped to talk with the elderly man about some of his memories from the past; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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An Elderly (Old) Frank Sinatra?

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I just remembered a dream fragment or something from a few weeks ago, and it took place in the day.

I was in a car with an elderly Frank Sinatra and maybe one other person, and I think that we were lost on the side of a road out in the countryside near a building or something like that; and I think that I was driving, and we stopped to ask a security guard or police officer at the building for directions.

The security guard or police officer recognized Mr. Sinatra (I am not sure if I had known that he was Frank Sinatra or not until this point in the dream) and he asked him for an autograph, and he told Mr. Sinatra that he had an old piece of memorabilia that his father used to own; and he showed the object to Mr. Sinatra, and then Mr. Sinatra started to tell us the story about the object and he shared some old memories with us. (I think that the object was an old framed photograph of Mr. Sinatra, but I could be wrong)

After the story, the security guard or police officer gave the item to Mr. Sinatra as a gift, and he thanked Mr. Sinatra for the autograph & he thanked him for taking the time to talk with him; and he gave us directions for where ever we were going.

Mr. Sinatra thanked the man and he said good-bye, and then Mr. Sinatra appeared to be in a daydream or thinking of a memory from his past, as we drove off; but then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂