What is it?
A quote or poem or eulogy by God Emperor Leto Atreides II from maybe his Stolen Journals in the book God Emperor Of Dune by Frank Herbert.
The sand beach as gray as a dead cheek,
A green tideflow reflects cloud ripples;
I stand on the dark wet edge.
Cold foam cleanses my toes.
I smell driftwood smoke.Words I wrote when told of Ghani’s death,
–God Emperor Leto Atreides II | God Emperor Of Dune | Frank Herbert
Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was staying at a house-like place with some of my family, and I remember walking around the house being concerned about our security/privacy as I kept finding curtains/windows that were not closed all the way so I had to close them.
The next thing that I remember is being in a fictional LC-like city during the day traveling through indoor and outdoor areas including a multi-story building with outdoor walking areas, and I remember there were law enforcement agents going around bothering people who they assumed might be illegal immigrants.
All that I can remember of this dream is that at some point in the dream during the day I was standing on a sidewalk in a small quiet nice neighborhood with an unknown man, my dad, and maybe someone else outside a fenced yard with maybe a mostly destroyed house.
The man was looking at the yard and the remains of the house deep in thought remembering old memories as he told us about his life and the history of that house / yard: he was probably an orphan from another country who was adopted as a child by a man with whitish colored skin who lived in the house, the man was nice to him and he grew up to be very successful in school and around the neighborhood and maybe the military and then as a business owner, but the man who adopted him was dead now and the house mostly burnt down or something like that.
The man had many positive memories but it was still a bit sad/emotional hearing his story and seeing how much love and that respect that he had for man who had adopted him, it seemed that he would come to see the yard/house sometimes, and at some point we said goodbye and walked away.
I remember walking away alone at some point until I reached a back alley-like area that somewhat reminded me of a fictional version of the alley by the former BP School Board Shop but it had concrete-like walls, which is now the Computer Department, and in this alley were some of my former classmates/schoolmates and some fictional ones; and we seemed to be younger and in school again, and this area was connected to a school.
I would walk through this area on my way home after school, I would say hello to various people as I walk by, including a few of my classmates/schoolmates who the others looked down on; and those few students would stand in a very nasty corner that looked like an old dirty wet public shower with mud and/or feces and mold to avoid getting physically bullied by the others who avoided this nasty area.
These students did get verbally bullied and made fun of every day, one of the students in this area was a short girl with whitish colored skin who somewhat reminded me of one of my former schoolmates who was in a special education/handicap class because she was a bit slower at learning the most students probably, and another was my former male classmate AP.
I started talking to these students each day and I would tell the others to stop bullying them, when I was around the others would mostly leave them alone, and I remember having good conversations each day with the girl in this area who was very nice; and one day a female teacher who reminded me of the character Antigone Bezzerides (Ani Bezzerides) from season 2 of the television show True Detective stopped to ask me a question as I was entering her classroom, and there were other students already there watching and listening.
She smiled and somewhat jokingly asked me if there was anyone who owed me anything and I replied with something like:
“Yes, there are many people who I have helped over the years and who have used me over the years who owe me things like: money, items that I let them borrow that they never returned, gasoline and other resources, time, and more; but I doubt that most of them will ever give me what they owe me or even offer to help me in any way, I am tired of that and being used by people, and so I try to avoid having to deal with people mostly (or something close to that with a better explanation).”
The teacher and the students were surprised by my response, they went from smiling to laughing to having their moods drop, and I continued walking to my desk normally after apologizing for the gloomy response but letting them know that was an honest answer to the question sadly.
Then there was a time jump to years later, and this group of students had grown as more students joined them and many of the female students among them grew to be attractive and had better looking styles now so some of the other students were jealous of them now.
A group of female bullies would bully them when I was not around, there was another time jump to after we graduated high school maybe, and one of the female students from the bullied group was speaking at maybe a pornographic convention during the day outside under a large tented area about one of the bullied students from her group who grew up to be very attractive and bullied a lot by the jealous girls; and she became a pornographic actress, but I think that she died somehow so the female students said some things in her honor.
I was watching a listening from a distance in a field but then an old man with whitish colored skin in the crowd carrying a large container of clear liquid started yelling at her and trying to throw the liquid on her like he blamed her and pornographic industry for the death of the other female student, and I ran over to stop him.
I tried to talk to the old man but that did not work so I had to grab the container and as we were struggling over it two men with dark brownish colored skin ran over wanting to know what was going on, I explained the situation to them, and then they started dealing with the man; and so I walked away to see if my former fictional female schoolmate was okay because I did not know what that liquid was.
There was another time jump and I was in military recruit training outside in a field during the day it seemed, our male drill instructor probably asked me a question and gave me a compliment (he seemed to like me like I was one of his good recruits), but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The end,
-John Jr
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