Your 2015 Year In Blogging | Earworm | A New Skin Treatment Dream

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Daily Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Earworm, and this is what it said:

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.

And this is my response:

Because I am about to type a dream that I had last night, I can not weave a quote into it, and so instead I will post part of a quote from the character Alice Morgan from the BBC television series Luther Season 2 Episode 1 that I used in yesterday’s Daily Prompt:

He always seemed lost to me.

Paddling furiously, just to keep afloat. 

I wanted to help him.

Alice Morgan

Also I got an email from the free language learning website Duolingo today that said:

Free language education belongs to all.

Share Duolingo with 1 friend to help us make this a reality.


There was more to this dream that I can not remember now and all that I can remember of this dream now is that part of the dream took place during the day in a modern multi-story building with a lot of slightly tinted glass windows and walls, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Another part of the dream involved my parent’s and I inside a room, there was some kind of new skin treatment/implant/medicine/procedure/whatever or something that could possibly increase your healing rate and/or several other amazing things like that, and my mom got it done to her; and this treatment was made from one explosive material, two shots (something made from gun shot material or gun shots), and maybe one other thing.

Some people who got the treatment started to complain of a side effect that caused scaring of the skin where a strange-looking scar would start to grow and get bigger, it looked a bit like Ricky Stormgren’s chest scar / whatever from the Syfy mini-series Childhood’s End (which you can watch for free from this link from the official Syfy website), and I think that part of my mom’s skin was possibly starting to scar as well.

I assumed that the scaring was a result of skin tissue being damaged by the explosive material but that was my wild guess, and I assumed that this new skin treatment/whatever had not been properly tested; and so we were going to check with the doctors and try to figure out what was going on, and how to fix this treatment to prevent this but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The next part of the dream took place inside maybe a house and maybe my brother CC and my sister-in-law JC brought their baby (who will probably be born next year in real life), and they asked me to babysit their baby while they were gone; and so I babysat my fictional baby nephew or niece while they were gone.

I remember holding and rocking the baby as I walked around, at some point the baby went to sleep and I laid it down, and at some point my brother CC and my sister-in-law JC returned and picked up their baby and they left; but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The next part of the dream started with me watching the news and they were talking about something that I can not remember where The Catholic Church was speaking out against something and trying to unite followers of Catholicism against it, and a man with whitish colored skin with short dark-colored hair was a high-level person or priest who was representing/speaking on the behalf of The Catholic Church.

After the news finished showing and talking with the high-level person or priest from The Catholic Church, I remember walking to a multi-story building, and I remember walking into an office where there was a well-dressed woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish hair wearing glasses who was a secretary; and I either asked for or was asked to talk with the high-level person or priest from The Catholic Church who I had seen on the news.

His office was in another room not far from the secretary’s desk, there was possibly some security or other workers around, and I went into his office to talk with him alone; and I we sat at a meeting table, and I remember him telling me about his situation and asking for advice.

I tried to stay neutral and mostly listen but I probably gave him some advice as well, at some point we finished our conversation and he thanked me, and then I left as he left to continue handling the situation involving The Catholic Church trying to unite their followers against something; I am not sure what position this man had in The Catholic Church but it must have been very high-level because he seemed to be handling almost everything like he was the one deciding what to do, maybe he was The Pope even though he was not old, but I am not sure and that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The last part of the dream took place on a small upper floor of a house that looked a lot like the upper floor of The E House, I walked upstairs to find my aunt GC in a small bedroom watching television on a bed as a baby slept on the bed and a very old woman with dark brownish colored skin slept on the bed, and my aunt GC asked me to watch the sleeping baby while she went to do something in the kitchen; and so I watched the baby while she was gone.

At some point the baby woke up crying so I got it from under the bed sheets, it was wrapped in another sheet that partly covered its mouth so I moved it from its mouth, and then I picked up the baby to hold and rock it back to sleep.

While I was doing this the very old woman did not wake up surprisingly but I could see that she was breathing, at some point the baby went back to sleep, and so I laid it back on the bed; and I turned off the television, but I woke up as I waited for my aunt GC to return from the kitchen.

The end,

-John Jr


The Auditorium

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Last night I barely remember part of my last dream, which took place in a dimly lit auditorium, and a variety of activities were taking place in various sections of the auditorium; which was not like any auditorium that I have been to before, it had different rooms connected to it.

I can not remember what happened at first or which activities I saw, but I do remember that my former classmate JW had a section where you could pay to watch insect fights or something strange like that; it cost $2 a fight for the cheapest fight, and I remember paying him $2, since he was trying to raise some money for something.

The fight I paid for was cancelled, all the events at the auditorium were cancelled, until the FBI or a similar agency could come test the safety of a former FBI or similar agency explosive-like compound that was to be used for fireworks or something for entertainment purposes; and the entire auditorium was on lock down.

The FBI or a similar agency were already arriving at the auditorium and questioning people and gathering materials for tests.

The explosive-like compound was designed by the FBI or a similar agency in the past, but was recently allowed to be sold to non-agency members; but oddly they had not tested the compound’s safety when used for entertainment purposes before making it legal to sale.

Afraid of a possible accident, they came to avoid a possible accident, and so they were going to finally test the compound like they should have done before making it legal.

Many of the vendors and others at the auditorium were angry about the auditorium temporarily being closed, but they could do nothing but complain; as agents walked around the entire auditorium, and then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂