My alarm clock woke me up from this dream, causing me to forget most of it, especially the most detailed parts, so unfortunately I only remember part of the end of the dream now.
This dream took place in another country, maybe India or Bangladesh or another country, and it involved people lying to start conversations with people.
During this COVID-19 pandemic the Hanes clothing company kindly donated some free cloth face masks to the city of DeRidder / Beauregard Parish, and the mayor / city / volunteers / et cetera distributed them throughout the parish at drive-through pick-up locations.
Up until that point I had wanted a reusable face mask, but I could not find any particular brands or model that were recommended by the government / media / et cetera.
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All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that my baby nephew CC was at my parent’s house during the day, and we were babysitting him.
The next thing that I remember is that my mom possibly sent me to donate some old stuff (toys, books, and more) to some Goodwill-like store in a city like you are going to the city of L, and maybe my brother GC went along with me for the ride.
While we were out driving our mom probably called us asking us to stop at one or more grocery stores and stores, and so we went to some other stores as well for her.
Off and on throughout this dream I would sometimes see something in my mind, it would become my main focus, but I could still see what was going on in the dream and I could still do stuff as I saw this in my mind.
I am not sure if these were flashbacks, daydreams, dreams within dreams, thoughts, remote viewing, or what it was that I kept seeing off and on throughout the dream.
Whatever they were they all involved a man with light-color skin with maybe dark-color hair and a woman who seemed to be the actress Sigourney Weaver, it seemed that the man had recently met Mrs. Weaver, and it seemed to be maybe slightly futuristic or it just seemed that way because they were often in luxurious places that used the color white a lot along with modern minimalist furnishings.
Slowly they were building some kind of relationship, I assumed that Mrs. Weaver was married, and so I wondered what was going on because it seemed that maybe their relationship had become sexual but it was never clear if that was true or not.
I am not sure when I started seeing this in my mind in the dream, I just know that my brother GC and I went to the BB Grocery Store on Southside, and there we saw my former male coworker Mr. CG from The BP School Board Computer Department and a man with light-color skin with medium-length hair (maybe an orange-brown color) wearing sunglasses who seemed to be his new partner on the job.
The partner of my former coworker Mr. CG seemed to be possibly blind and maybe even deaf and maybe even dead or zombie-like, he never talked and he always had the same unclear expression on his face, and I am not sure if we ever got to see him walk or stand or not so it probably reminded me of a scene that I saw on YouTube from the film Weekend At Bernie’s.
The next thing that I remember is my brother GC and I standing outside the abandoned Dairy Queen building, and I was seeing another scene in my mind about the man and Mrs. Weaver.
They seemed to always meet at maybe her house, I just remember an all white room, and when they would go out they would travel either in her private jet or be driven around to fancy places around the world as Mrs. Weaver bought designer clothing in Europe in places like Italy et cetera and went to fancy restaurants et cetera.
Instead of just once scene I would usually see many scenes like a montage of short scenes showing them together as time passed, and after those scenes ended I started driving my brother GC and I to a Goodwill-like store combined with a grocery store in a fictional version of the city of L or a fictional city near the city of L.
We either donated the items to this store earlier in the dream or we donated the items when we arrived this time, and I remember us walking around the store.
At some point as we were walking near the cash registers we saw my former male coworker Mr. CG and his partner again, they were possibly sitting down, and we walked over to greet them.
Once again his partner was wearing shades and did not respond the entire time like he was possibly blind and / or deaf and / or dead and / or zombie-like and / or had a mental disability or something, we briefly talked with my former coworker Mr. CG, and then we continued shopping.
Near and in the toy section of the store I found some of the toys and items that we donated to the store, I even found a book of home remedies that we had donated, and as I was looking at the items I started to see some of those scenes in my mind again.
The man and Mrs. Weaver’s relationship had progressed it seemed, and now she had him running errands for her sometimes around the world buying designer clothing and other items around Europe (Italy was one country) and other places in her private jet et cetera.
I would see brief scenes of him being flown and drove around the world shopping, and bring back bags of stuff to Mrs. Weaver.
They still spent some time together but they were spending less time together because of him being sent out to shop for her, and this seemed to be annoying him a bit and Mrs. Weaver seemed to be acting more pushy and controlling.
After those scenes were over, in the store I noticed a woman with light-color skin with long yellow hair shopping with her young son who also had light-color skin across the walkway on the opposite side from me, and I was by and / or in the toy section so I felt strange being there without a kid.
I was worried about what the woman would think seeing a man near or in the toy section without a kid, and so I remember picking up either a toy that looked like a baby or my actual nephew CC (oddly I can not remember if I was just pretending to hold a baby or if it was a real baby 😀 ) while I was looking at the items that we donated.
But I woke up.
This morning in the real world my parent’s returned home with my nephew CC for us to babysit him and spend some time with him, I had no idea that this was going to happen this week, and so I think that it is interesting that I dreamed of us babysitting him last night.
The end,
-John Jr
Today, the Official YouTube Blog had a post called Can We Chat? Hello Super Chat!, and at the end of their post they announced that they will be discontinuing YouTube Fan Funding:
As we welcome a new tool for fans and creators, we bid farewell to an old one: Fan Funding.
We launched Fan Funding in 2014 to let viewers make voluntary payments to support creators directly.
While we were really excited about Fan Funding, it never achieved widespread usage outside of live streams, where we saw the majority of revenue.
Fan Funding will stop accepting new sign-ups today, but can continue to be used on enabled channels until February 28, when it will be discontinued.
What is YouTube doing, and what are they thinking?
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it started late in the afternoon, I was inside a house and my mom told me that Mr. JH had died, and she gave me some money and some of his belongings that she wanted me to take to the male preacher/minister/religious leader of the place of worship (church/mosque/temple) that he attended before he died to donate the money and his belongings to his place of worship.
I left and I went to his place of worship, a small building of an unknown religion that seemed like maybe a combination of Protestant Christianity/Jehovah’s Witnesses/The Nation Of Islam/Islam, and I asked someone if the religious leader was there and this person told me that he was inside so I walked inside the dimly lit building.
The religious leader was a friendly somewhat short and somewhat older man with maybe light brown skin with short hair who was wearing very relaxed summer clothing, he greeted me, and I explained to him why I was there and I gave him the money from my mom and some of the belongings of Mr. JH which were to be donated to this place of worship.
The religious leader thanked me and briefly talked about Mr. JH, the donated belongings, and his religion and some of his experiences at this place of worship et cetera.
At some point I left, later that evening or night most of my brothers and maybe someone else and I drove back to this place of worship because I wanted to get back some of Mr. JH’s belongings that we donated, and so I was going to sneak into the place of worship and steal them back which is not something that I would do and is not like me at all and it makes no sense to me that I would even consider doing something like that.
We drove up to the side of the building, I opened a window and I climbed inside the place of worship and I stole back some of the donated belongings of Mr. JH, and then we slowly drove away looking around trying to make sure that no one saw us.
We saw a man sitting at a wooden picnic table in a small park-like area not far from a house or mobile home, we waved at him trying to not look suspicious, but then I realized that the man recognized us and I barely recognized him as a thinner and less muscular version of my former schoolmate male SW so I drove over to talk with him to not seem suspicious.
I sat at the table talking with my former schoolmate SW trying to act like everything was normal like we were just passing through from somewhere else, and then we were going to leave.
I probably woke up as we were leaving, and it seemed that we were going to get away with.
I still can not remember why I stole those donated belongings of Mr. JH back, that was so shockingly bizarre and confusing and so not like me, and so even I am confused and disappointed by my actions in this dream.
The end,
-John Jr
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