Here are some quick text notes of one dream that I had:
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a building somewhere, there were other people there like my female coworker JB, and Dewey Caricatures (Mr. Dewey) was there drawing pictures of people.
There was something unique going on with Mr. Dewey’s drawing method that I can not remember, I do remember that he was drawing small images of people multiple times, and he even drew me several times.
Today at The BP Library where I work there was an event, and one of the things that you could do at the event was have a caricature drawn of you by the artist D3wey (Dewey) Caricatures for free; and Mr. Dewey was kind enough to draw a quick caricature of me when I stopped working for a moment to have one drawn.
My scan of the drawing above did not turn out as well as the drawing itself unfortunately, so the image above does not do the drawing justice, but Mr. Dewey did a pretty good job on the drawing so thank you Mr. Dewey.
I have probably been curious about having myself drawn for years now, and so I finally got the chance so thank you Mr. Dewey for making that wish come true and for being a part of the library event today and keep up the good work because we need more artists out there in our community doing things like this. 🙂
D3wey (Dewey) Caricatures has a Facebook Page and an Instagram Page where you can check out some of his work and he also accepts requests that you can pay for online:
https://www.facebook.com/Dewey.caricatures/
https://www.instagram.com/Dewey.caricatures/
The end,
-John Jr
I am not sure if this was one or two dreams, and so I will separate them as two different dreams.
Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the evening and / or night at this point in the dream, which was probably the end of the dream, and at some point I happen to meet my brother GC’s former male classmate C.
My brother GC’s former classmate C started talking to me and maybe eventually he started talking to Dashie (Charlie Guzman) and TPindell (Troy Pindell) from YouTube who also happen to be in the area, and C invited us to his house so we went to his house (maybe we walked, but I can not remember).
C lived in a very small and cramped abandoned-like one-story house across the street from my uncle WC’s house, and we sat at a table that assume was his dining room table and it was very cramped in this room.
I remember us having fun talking and playing games, like maybe board games and maybe cards, and we also played a drawing game where we would each draw something and compare them to see who had the best drawing.
I remember Dashie joking around and cheating, instead of drawing something himself he found a painting that was already in C’s house and he used that, and I remember calling him out as cheating and that he obviously did not draw that as we laughed and had fun joking about this.
I actually drew something but I can not remember what it was, we compared drawings but I can not remember who won, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
This dream was probably inspired by Episode 9 (A Priest Walks Into A Bar) of Season 1 of the television show Lucifer.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it also took place during the evening and / or night, at least the parts that I can remember, and the dream world was possibly a post-apocalyptic one where maybe the government et cetera had collapsed so many homes were probably abandoned like many people were gone and / or dead and gang / raider-like groups were free to prey on people and control various areas with no police / military et cetera to stop them but I could be wrong and that is just my assumption.
All that I can remember is that at some point in the dream there was someone named Maze who had been kidnapped by a gang / raider-like group, I felt that Maze was probably the character Maze (Mazikeen) from the television show Lucifer.
The kidnappers demanded a ransom but I can not remember what they wanted, I decided to help the people who wanted Maze back, and I joined them as they went to give the kidnappers what they wanted in exchange for Maze.
The people who wanted Maze back included a woman who had possibly once been kidnapped by the kidnappers and had maybe escaped them or been freed after someone paid the ransom (probably escaped them because I do not think that she wanted to be seen by the kidnappers), my former male classmate MT, at least two other men (maybe Lucifer Morningstar was among them, but I doubt it), and at least two other women.
We paid the kidnappers the ransom, the leader was a man with light-color skin and he smiled and laughed and he hinted that they had done something to Maze and they refused to give us Maze, and we briefly argued with him but he refused to give us Maze so we possibly returned to tell the others who were possibly hiding not that far away.
The woman who had once been taken hostage by them probably had inside knowledge of their headquarters because she probably helped us sneak into their headquarters, we found Maze and it was Maze (Mazikeen) from the television show Lucifer like I had expected, but she was unconscious and she would not wake up at first so the kidnappers really did do something to her.
I found an orange prescription bottle of muscle relaxers spilled on the floor in the corner of Maze’s cell next to what looked like hay, I did not know what the pills were at first, I told the others and I read the bottle and in the description written on the bottle I saw that they were muscle relaxers so we assumed that they gave a bunch of them to Maze so that is probably why she was unconscious and she would probably not be able to walk on her own.
We carried Maze as we sneaked to the house of the woman who had once been kidnapped by these kidnappers before, and she lived either in either the same house as my brother GC’s former classmate C from the first dream or a house to the right of where it should be and next to the street across from the church at the beginning of my parent’s street.
Maze woke up but she could not walk on her own and she probably went back to sleep after telling us that she would be okay, and we safely made it back to the woman’s house.
Most of the houses in the neighborhood seemed abandoned now, even her house seemed abandoned, and there was a fear that the kidnappers would come looking for us so we were going to leave eventually but we stopped to think up a plan as we waited for Maze to hopefully somewhat recover a bit.
Maze did not seem to have any of her demon powers because I doubt that any humans could kidnap her own their own because she is too powerful and tough for regular humans to handle, and I wondered if she was mortal now and / or if the muscle relaxers were to blame and / or if someone with powers had helped the kidnappers.
The woman’s house had three doors, one in the front, one in the back, and one on the right side in the kitchen that somewhat reminded me of that part of my deceased grandfather IC’s house.
As we came up with a plan we stayed alert and we looked through the windows often, at some point Maze was well enough to walk with help so we were about to leave, and I needed to urinate so I went to urinate in a toilet that was on the left side of the hall on the way to the front door oddly.
The toilet was just there in the open but I did not care, I went to urinate but my former classmate MT started trying to urinate in the toilet as well oddly, and so I backed off to let him urinate first.
While he was urinating I started trying to lock all of the doors, the back door could lock but it could easily be pushed open so I slid a heavy chest of drawers in front of it, the front door could lock and stay locked normally, but the side door only had some bent nails to keep it closed so I was going to have to move something heavy in front of it.
While I was doing this I found two framed photographs behind the heavy object that I moved in front of the side door, the photographs were possibly from the 1990s or 1980s and they showed an attractive woman with light-brown skin with maybe long rusty brown curly hair with a 1980s or 1990s fluffy(?) or big hair(?) look who seemed to be the mother of the woman living at this house, and the woman in the photographs seemed to be in either South America or Spain or Puerto Rico or somewhere else where Spanish is spoken (I forgot to mention that the woman living in this house possibly spoke English with a slight accent like she could also speak Spanish).
The woman living in this house walked over, she commented about the photographs and she said that the woman in the photographs was her mother, and she said something about her being happy back then and she said something about her career (it seemed that her mother possibly was working in media and / or modeling, but I am not sure); and it sounded like her mother was probably dead now.
The woman probably went outside and I remember asking a woman repeatedly about the doors and if they were secured enough now, but the woman would never answer my questions which was annoying so I kept checking the doors and then windows trying to figure out how to best secure them as the others waited outside.
Time was running out and we needed to leave, but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I could not tell what time of day it was because of the colors (maybe pinkish, reddish, light purple but who knows because I did not pay attention) and probably dream-like appearance or haze or cloudiness or fog or whatever of this dream world, maybe it was late afternoon or early evening, and this dream seemed to be taking place at maybe a nice resort by water.
An older version of either the actor Martin Sheen or Michael Douglas, in their old age they look too similar for me to tell them apart sometimes and in this dream he was even older than in real life so it was even harder to tell which of them it was but I assume that it was maybe Martin Sheen, was wearing a suit while sitting in a wheelchair on an upper area with mostly glass walls of the assumed resort to meet two women who had a girl with them.
The two women and the girl seemed to be from Japan (Japanese) but I am not sure and they all had probably black hair with light-colored skin (maybe yellow/white), the two women had a lot of make-up (cosmetics) on (maybe a combination of traditional and modern which made them look paler) and they were wearing strange maybe modern/traditional hybrid maybe Japanese clothing that looked like something from a fashion show like they were fashion designers or models and/or into art, and the girl was wearing maybe a more traditional Japanese outfit.
They greeted and presented Mr. Sheen or Mr. Douglas with a gift, I know that the girl drew or wrote some symbols and/or text and/or something (maybe calligraphy?) on Mr. Sheen’s or Mr. Douglas’s white dress shirt, and there was one pattern drawn or written down the middle of his shirt and a second pattern on the left side of his shirt and a third pattern on the right side of his shirt.
He somewhat confusedly thanked them and he asked them what did the symbols or drawing or whatever mean, I can not remember if they responded or not, but I do know that he was hard to understand now in his very old age and he needed the wheelchair to get around so his health was probably not very good.
This upper area had a nice view of the assumed resort, there were different parts to this building with balconies and areas that connected that allowed you to explore around the building and all the way to the dock-like area by the water, and then maybe the girl left and the two women pushed him in his wheelchair on their way outside to eat and drink near the water at an outdoor eating area (café or restaurant).
This was a nice-looking place, there was something medical that I can not remember that needed to be done to him every so often, and his health was probably pretty poor so he needed extra care.
As the two women pushed him in his wheelchair something happened at some point in the dream (maybe they had some difficulties with his constant health needs during their meal, but I can not remember) that I can not remember where at some point they ended up somehow having me temporarily hold the wheelchair with him in it, I assume that this was supposed to be only briefly while they got help or got something, and then the dream changed to where he was now my dead grandfather CE who was alive again and who was also in poor health and he seemed to be at the end of his life.
I now seemed to be stuck with taking care of him like the two women had just left him with me and did not return so I pushed him down to an area that was owned by a family, this area somehow was related to the Fallout 4 video game DLC (add-on) called Vault-Tec Workshop (maybe part of it was underground and maybe it looked like Vault 88, and so this part of the dream was probably inspired by me playing this last night.
I was going to have to try to deal with his immediate health needs it seemed, I remember talking with a man with white skin who was one of the family members of the family who owned this area, and he agreed to let us enter this area under certain conditions that I can not remember and I remember this encounter being somewhat negative as I tried to ask for permission to use this area to maybe try to get my grandfather CE some help.
The man walked off to maybe talk to his family about the situation, while I waited something happened where my grandfather CE ended up falling out of the wheelchair somehow, and I picked him up and put him back in the wheelchair but he was unconscious or sleep.
I yelled for some help and my aunt DE (who works as a nurse and who is his daughter) ran over to check my grandfather CE and ask me questions about what happened, and I remember her checking his pulse and maybe blood pressure and listening to his heart with a stethoscope et cetera.
My grandfather CE would not wake up but he was breathing, he passed all the medical checks that my aunt DE did, and he probably looked peaceful like he was just sleeping so my aunt DE said that he was probably okay and would wake up eventually so we did not need to take him to the emergency room at this time.
My aunt DE then walked away telling me to let her know if his condition changes, but then I woke up shortly after this as I tried to figure out what I was supposed to do with him now .
Oddly earlier in the dream I did not notice his change from Mr. Sheen or Mr. Douglas to my dead grandfather CE, I just know that the two women probably asked me to hold his wheelchair for a moment, but they never returned so I was not sure what to do or where to go or how to deal with his medical problems.
But I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
During and/or after one or more of my dreams from last night I remember hearing part of the song Get Down Saturday Night by Oliver Cheatham, but I can not remember when I heard it:
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