Tourists Bicycling Through The City Of D

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I think that I remember hearing the song Ne Rien Faire by Pauline Croze at some point in this dream.

At some point in this dream I was riding a bicycle along the highway that leads to the city of LC, I was returning to a slightly fictional nicer version of the city of D, and as I was entering the city I noticed a group of tourists (several adults with light and medium-color skin, and several little girls with light-color skin) from different countries riding bicycles along the highway behind me.

Leadership | Bicycling | Affairs? | Realistic Defecation

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I went to sleep on the living room couch and I had dreams that I did not record, I got awakened because I got too hot because someone turned off the air conditioner so I lost those dreams, and then I got in bed and I had more dreams but I was too tired to record some of them so I only recorded part of several of these dreams and sadly I did not record the others.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that several different leadership styles and / or leaders were shown, and you had to choose one; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Riding A Bicycle In The City Of LC

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Dream 1

Last night I remember part of two dream fragments, with the first dream fragment involving some professional athletes at a house and several women who worked as prostitutes who regularly were at the house, but the dream was just a lot of talking & regular hanging out, there was no sex; and I remember that one woman looked like K, and she was talking about her life & how she knew the professional athletes & stuff like that.

Dream 2

The second dream involved me riding a bicycle during the day in downtown LC, and I rode the bicycle near the civic center where an event was going on, and construction work was being done on the area where the tennis court should be; but the tennis court was destroyed, like they were going to build something else in its place or build a new one.

A Bicycle Turns Into A Clothes Hanger?

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Last night I remember some of the end of my last dream, which took place in a fictional version of D during the day, and I was leaving somewhere riding on a bicycle near where SW is.

Across the street where a bank should be, there was a river or body of water with a walkway going down toward the river or body of water, and so I rode my bike down the walkway; but something happened, and I fell over the rail on the walkway with my bike.

Fortunately there was some concrete on the other side of the rail, which prevented me & my bicycle from falling into the river or body of water, and so then I had to struggle to pull myself & my bicycle back over the rail & on the walkway.

Once back on the walkway, I turned to look around while I had one hand on my bicycle, but when I turned back around my bicycle was gone; and in my hand was a reddish colored clothes hanger. 😀

I was confused and I looked around for my bicycle, but it was nowhere to be seen, and so then I started to check the clothes hanger; and then I tried to make sense of the situation, but I still did not realize that I was dreaming.

I wondered if someone had stolen it, but that did not seem likely, and I did not see anyone around that could have stolen it.

It did not fall into the river or body of water and I did not see it anywhere, even though I was still holding it when I turned to look away for a few seconds.

I then wondered if the bicycle had somehow turned into a clothes hanger, which made no sense, but I started trying to see if I could ride the clothes hanger and/or turn it back into a bicycle; but obviously that failed. 😀

After failing to make sense of the situation, I decided to just walk home, and so I started to walk down the sidewalk until I reached downtown D; and I saw some of my former classmates like KW, and some older former classmates of mine playing basketball.

I stopped to play basketball with them and I remember trying to figure out ways to avoid having my shots blocked, and I remember us having a lot of fun; but then I woke up.

I had more dreams, but I can not remember them.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

On The Set Of Battlestar Galactica

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Last night I had many short random dreams, but I only remembered part(s) of about four of them.

Dream 1

The first one that I can remember started with me on the set of Battlestar Galactica or some project involving it and the cast of the show.

I was sitting next to the two men that played the characters Admiral William Adama and Colonel Saul Tigh.

We were all sitting on separate small couches in the corner of a room that appeared to be a break room and it looked & felt like we were on the Battlestar Galactica spaceship.

The two men were relaxing and talking, it appeared that either Battlestar Galactica was finished or they were working on a project somewhat related to it.

They were talking about some of the good and bad times they had during all the episodes, so I asked them what were some of the things they did and did not like about starring in/on Battlestar Galactica.

They both were in a relaxed and reflective mood, and were acting somewhat like the characters they play, during moments where their friendship is shown.

They started to answer my questions, but all I can remember is Colonel Tigh’s reponse to one question.

He said that one thing that he did not like about playing his character was that he felt that his character was not free to make his own decisions that often and he was often forced to make decisions due to circumstances & his position as Colonel.

I asked him what kind of character would he had rather played, I told him that my guess was a rogue character that traveled around space and got to be a lot more free than the other characters on the show.

Then he told me, that actually, he was thinking he rather play The Pope; then we all started laughing.

In the corner of my eye I think the camera people were shooting some scenes in the room outside of the break room, but the place felt realistic like we were on a battleship.

It was an interesting moment just relaxing and listening to different stories those two men were telling, but then the next dream started.

Dream 2

The next dream was in D, and my brother CC & I were riding bikes from the park back to my parent’s house.

On the way we saw other bike riders, walkers, and maybe some skateboarders.

It seemed to be in the evening maybe and it was getting closer to being dark.

As we passed a busy area with a lot of bike riders, suddenly there was an accident and one bike rider started laughing.

I am not sure what kind of accident happened but it did not seem too bad, somehow a police officer heard the bike rider laughing and came over to talk to the crowd of bike riders.

My brother CC was close enough to the group that the police officer stopped him too, and the police officer asked him some questions.

He then gave one of the bike riders a ticket for laughing and charged him a fine, and warned the others, including my brother CC.

We then rode home and I told my other brothers what happened, but then the police officer from earlier knocked on the door. (Actually this dream ended here and these parts happened after my dream about me cutting plants in a fictional D neighborhood)

Dream 3

I went to tell my parent’s and so my dad went into the living room, and I went in there a minute or two later.

I thought the police officer had come to give CC a fine, but when I got into the room I was surprised to see that the police officer was giving him money & apologizing.

The police officer apologized for stopping him earlier and for warning him, because he found out that he was not part of that group of bikers.

The police officer also decided to give CC $24, which was how much he fined/charged that one biker for laughing; then the dream switched to another.

Dream 4

The next dream took place in a fictional version of D and I was outside somewhere with branch cutters, cutting plants in my neighborhood that were growing too big.

My mom was on the phone with my former bus driver back when I was in school, Mr. G.

Mr. G was selling mobile homes and/or RV’s, and wanted to show us some.

I was busy so he asked for my phone number to call back another time, so my mom asked if she could give the number to him, and I said yes.

I started back cutting branches and plants as some kids in the neighborhood walked by; then I woke up.

The end,
-John Jr 🙂