Trying To Murder My Dad Or A Bigger Conspiracy?

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Last night I remember part of my last dream, but the dream is unclear during some of the important parts.

I remember being in D during the day at my parent’s house but I am not sure how the dream began, but I think that people in my family would take turns going over to Pastor BW’s house (which is not really in our neighborhood in real life) near MT Church; and who ever would go over BW’s house would help Mrs. W for a few minutes or hours each day.

It seemed that Mrs. W needed help with small everyday chores due to old age and health problems, and so one of us would help her each day; but I do not remember seeing Pastor BW during the dream, but maybe he was in the parts of the dream that I can not remember, I am not sure.

I remember that one day it was my turn to go over to BW’s house to help Mrs. W, I probably did not want to go and/or I was not comfortable and/or I wondered how long would we have to keep doing this, but I went over to BW’s house to help Mrs. W regardless.

I remember that Mrs. W was sitting on a couch watching TV in the living room mostly, while I did some of her chores, and I brought her food & drink; and I talked with her a bit.

I probably helped her for about an hour or so, and then I went back to my parent’s house; but this part is very unclear and the important parts are unclear, but this is my wild guess about what might have happened:

“I think that my brother GC and I were the only people at my parent’s house at first, and I think that we talked about being tired and/or uncomfortable with going over to help Mrs. W everyday; and we talked about some other things that I can not remember, that involved things that we did not like or something, maybe.

I think that at some point we had the small .25 ACP caliber pistol for some reason and we talked about something that I can not remember, maybe a plan and/or how to use the pistol and/or something, and we might have even tested the pistol; but I am not sure.

My dad came home at some point but I think that only my dad, GC, and I were in the house now; I am not sure if GC and I talked with my dad or not, but I sense that a strange/uncertain/dark mood/or something was present during this part.

I think that it was almost like a scene from the movie The Godfather where maybe GC and I had planned to possibly murder my dad or something, I am not sure, and I remember GC and I looking at each other like we were trying to confirm if we were going to murder my dad or not, but I could be wrong.

I think that for some reason it could not be me to murder my dad and that I could not be inside the house to witness it, so GC and I exchanged looks with no words, and I went outside.”

When I walked outside for a moment it was almost like I snapped out it/like I realized that what was about to happen was wrong/like I was not in my right frame of mind at first/like I was not myself at first/like the part before this was a false memory/ or I realized that GC probably thought that I meant to go through with the plan but I actually meant to cancel it or there was no plan but GC mistakenly thought that there was a plan, and so I went back inside to stop GC; but I saw GC standing or kneeling over my dad, who was laying on the ground on his back, and he seemed to be dead.

I started to panic and variety of thoughts & feelings rushed through my mind, and I started to ask GC what had he done and I made other panic sounds while saying/asking various things; I remember telling GC that this was not supposed to happen and/or that if it did happen, why did he not shoot our dad in the head to make sure that he was dead.

I tried to see where my dad was shot or if he was shot, oddly I did not see GC with a pistol and blood was not all over the place, and GC would not say what happened like he was in a trance or shock or something; I thought that I might have seen an area on my dad’s chest where he might have been shot or injured, but I was not sure.

I wanted to call 911/emergency services but my dad seemed to be dead at first and I was not sure what happened exactly, so I paused trying to decide what to do, since GC and/or I could be suspected of murder; and I was worried about GC going to jail, and so I started trying to decide should I try to clean up the crime scene or something.

I realized that cleaning up the crime scene and lying was too risky, so I started trying to forget what happened before I went outside, and since I was outside at the time I had no idea what had happened exactly; and so I did not need to lie about what happened while I was outside, because I did not see or hear what happened.

I literally started forgetting things and trying to fill in the blanks with my guesses of what happened in a way that would not incriminate GC or me & that would seem real to me, that is probably part of the reason that I can not remember this dream well enough, but then to my surprise my dad was still alive; and he started waking up, to my surprise/relief/and horror.

Surprisingly my dad did not remember what had happened to him, and I questioned him to see if he would remember anything but he did not; and then I tried to get him to let us take him to the hospital but he refused to my surprise, and then my mom & my other brothers came home.

I was still worried that my dad was seriously injured or had a bullet in his chest or something and I was worried that he would remember what happened to him and/or that he heard me talking to GC while he was on the ground, and so I was worried that GC might have actually tried to murder him and I felt responsible for that, if that had happened.

I had a variety of conflicting feelings and thoughts & there was a feeling of doom/dread/a feeling of that it was my fault, and I felt very awkward/ashamed.

I continued questioning my dad and trying to get him to let us take him to the hospital, he still did not remember what happened and he refused to go to the hospital, but he did agree to see the doctor in a day or two thanks to my mom helping convince him; and he said that he felt pretty good, surprisingly, just a bit of pain or discomfort.

At some point in the dream my dad, GC, and I were outside of the D High School but I can not remember the parts of the dream leading to this part; but I think that we were investigating what happened to my dad, and he was leading the investigation.

Something strange happened and my dad said that he finally remembered what happened somewhat, that him and another man up/kidnapped by a group of unknown people, and they executed or tried to execute him and/or the another man; and that he was not really our dad, but he was the other man (who looked a bit like Mitt Romney, oddly).

He showed us a burned dead body partly buried at the D High School near the road, which he said was either his real body or our dad’s body, and he said that the group of people had executed them or tried to execute them & they burned & they buried their bodies or one of their bodies there; and that somehow he was now in a body that looked like our dad and/or he was now in our dad’s body or they had changed his body to look like our dad or something crazy like that.

He said that he remembered that one of them was taken away by the group of people, that they thought that he was dead but he actually survived, and that our real dad was probably the one that they took away but he was not sure; he only knew that we had to find those people to figure out what happened to our dad and/or to his real body, or something crazy like that.

All of this seemed like some crazy conspiracy or something, but the burned and dead body did look fresh, and so his story/memory seemed to be based on some facts; and I started to realize that this situation maybe was a lot bigger than I thought.

I started to wonder if someone had tried to make it seem that my brother GC and I had tried to plan to murder my dad, to trick us and my dad (the man in my dad’s body or the man who now looked like my dad), like maybe they did something to confuse our minds or something to cover up a larger conspiracy; maybe they needed us alive and confused about the situation through their mind tricks, instead of dead.

I also started to wonder if this part of the dream was just me trying to fictionalize/rationalize/lie/cover up what really happened, to avoid facing the thought that I might have made a  plan with GC to murder my dad; but I was not sure.

As I was thinking about this and exploring the evidence, I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂


Wearing A Suit In A Hospital

Dream 1

Last night I remember part of several dreams, with most of the dreams taking place in fictional locations, and the first dream that I remember involved soccer (football) I think.

Some of my former classmates and my former little league soccer teammates, and I started to meet up outside of a soccer field where some little league soccer games were taking place.


Drill Sergeant Dad | Henchmen

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Dream 1

Last night I remembered one dream and a dream fragment, the first dream took place in an open area on side of the road leaving D to LC.

I was standing with two women and another man, we seemed to be soldiers in training or something, and my dad was the drill sergeant.

The current training session involved submission wrestling and one woman & I watched as the other woman & man sparred against each other, and my dad was the referee.

The woman had red hair and looked somewhat like Scarlett from the movie G.I. Joe: The Rise of Cobra, and she was winning most of the match.

Every now and then my dad would look away at something, and the man would cheat by using a knife.

He would not stab her with it hard, but he would use the knife to get her to let go of her submissions.

One of the times my dad looked away the woman had the man in a submission and he tapped out, but my dad did not see it; the man then used the knife to make her let go of the submission and he used a kneebar to make her tap out.

The match was over and the woman told my dad that he had cheated, the other woman and I told him that the man had cheated as well, but my dad still would not change his decision.

He ordered us to be quiet, everyone got quiet except for me, and I started to argue with my dad.

He was being stubborn and would not back down, so I gave up, and then I woke up.

Dream 2

The next dream is just an unclear dream fragment, I just partially remember a situation involving a girl, but I can not remember the beginning.

I just remember three henchmen following the orders of some powerful/rich/important man, and I think the girl was his daughter but I am not sure.

I think she had run away from home and they were sent to find her, and bring her back; but I could be completely wrong, that is just a guess.

At some point they found her and somehow I was in the dream, and I rode in the motorized RV that the henchmen were driving; I did not seem to work with them, I guess I somehow had been at the place where they first found the girl and maybe I went along to make sure she would be safe, I have no idea.

The henchmen leader looked like a shorter version of Eric Northman from True Blood and the other two henchmen looked like the Wet Bandits from Home Alone, but they both were fat & not too smart it seemed.

At some point they were driving near a store when the girl jumped out of the RV and ran into the store to escape, so the three henchmen went inside to find her.

I was going to go help her possibly escape once I found her or wait until they found her and then help her escape somehow maybe, because I was starting to think that something was not right about the situation and there had to be a good reason that she did not want to go back to where they were taking her.

For some reason I only had pajama pants on, so I looked around the RV for some jeans or something, but I could not find any.

As I was still looking, some unknown kid came into the RV and started looking at stuff while talking on a mobile phone.

He acted like he did not see me and was looking around like he was trying to find something that he wanted to steal or something.

I wanted to go in the store, but I did not want to go in pajama pants, just like I would not do in real life; I then decided to wait until the henchmen got back, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂


John Jr Gets Bit By A Snake

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The other night I had my first dream where I got bit by a snake, that I can remember.

In the dream me and my dad were under a covered area outside somewhere, there was a concrete floor and a metal roof; but there were no walls.

There may have been some tables, but I do not remember, it could have been a covered patio at a park or something.

I think it was in a field or something, and my dad had a brown cloth bag with some snakes in it.

Some of the snakes fell out of the bag and I told my dad that we had to catch them, but he said that it was no problem.

All of the snakes looked non-poisonous except for one, it had a triangle-shaped head like a viper or something.

It was black with a bit of a yellow stripe on its back, my dad had a special tool to pick up the snakes with, and he started to put some of the snakes back into the bag.

I think I helped too, but he left the dangerous snake on the ground and I told my dad that he had to get that snake, because it looked poisonous.

He did not seem worried and he said that it was okay, and that it was no problem.

I told my dad that it could bite one of my brothers or someone else, but he still did not pick up the snake.

He still did not seem worried, so I threw a bag on the snake and tried to grab it.

The snake could not see me, but it had its mouth open and it was waiting to bite the first thing that moved.

I did not move because I was afraid it would bite me, so I told my dad to grab the snake with the special tool he had.

But my dad just stood there and he did not try to grab the snake, and the snake was slowly moving closer to the end of the bag.

The snake was feeling the side of the bag with its mouth open and it was ready to bite, I did not know what to do, soon it would be to my finger.

When the snake got to the end of the bag, by my finger, it bit the tip of my finger a little; and I grabbed the snake by the neck.

The snake’s fang was still in my finger so I had to slowly pull the snake off of my finger.

I told my dad that he should call the for an ambulance or take me to the hospital, but he did not do anything.

Then I woke up,

-John Jr 🙂