My Brother TDC Trying To Take Off Faces?

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Dream 1

This is the first dream that I had right after going to sleep after getting in bed super late (maybe 5:00 AM).

This dream took place early in the morning when it was still dark at my parents house, I was very tired, and I went outside through the back door.

At some point I noticed a reflection and in that reflection I saw what looked like my mom, my uncle CE, and maybe my aunt ME possibly taking photographs together near the automobiles.

I did not want to be seen and I was super tired, and so I tried to get back in the house so that I could go to sleep.

I was so tired or something that I could not walk, and so I had to crawl and drag myself up the stairs to reach the back door.

Unfortunately the others started trying to leave out the back gate where they could see me, fortunately my mom was walking up the stairs near me as she waved goodbye to them, and so she was blocking their view of seeing me as I tried to drag myself into the house.

The inside of the house was bigger and slightly fictional, the living room was bigger and had some beds in it, and so I dragged myself onto one of the beds and my mom walked by to another room.

A very young version of maybe my brother TDC walked over to me, he could only talk a little because he was so young, and he walked over to me saying something about face while trying to pull my face off.

I told him that he could not pull my face off and my mom told him this too from another room because she saw and heard this from there, I laughed a bit because I was confused about what he wanted and what he was trying to say, but then he started trying to pull his face off.

His face looked weird almost like he had pulled some of it off or something, it was a bit freaky, I had to stop him and tell him that he could not pull his face off and to not do this; and my mom said the same thing, this time it was not funny, and I was even more confused about what he wanted and what he was trying to say about face.

I was not sure if something on his face was bothering him or if he really wanted to take off his face and / or something else, I was worried and starting to get a bit freaked out, but I woke up.

When I woke up I realized that I had just went to sleep not long ago so this was my first dream, and I was surprised that I had a dream that fast then I went back to sleep.

Dream 2

I did not record this dream after I had it, and so I can not remember most of it now.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that I was working at a fictional version of The BP Library, and I was behind a large front desk trying to help a coworker with something that possibly involved setting up the ability to do purchases and / or something like that.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

Getting Shot In The Face At Work

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day.

I was not even in the dream at first so I had no knowledge of the events that were being talked about, and the dream started with some people (maybe some of my coworkers who were possibly outside) telling one or more people about how I got shot in the face at work.

They said that either a girl or a young woman from either Israel (Israeli) or some other country where there is a lot of conflict and war, so she was use to violence and trained to fight, had robbed me while I was at work inside The BP Library near the new book section by the front desk.

They said that I stopped her and I got back whatever she stole from me, I forgave her and I just assumed that she was desperate and needed some help, and I told her that I was not going to press charges and that I was not going to call the police and that I was not going to hold a grudge or anything and I said that she was free to leave and that we were good and that she was welcome to come back to the library and if she needed help to just let me know.

For some unknown reason the girl or young woman decided to turn back around with a handgun in her hand, and she shot me in the face one time.

There was a flashback of this, I remember the girl or young woman smiling either during or after she shot me, and she thought that she had killed me.

After they told the story the dream jumped to where I was, and so I was in the dream now but I can not remember if I had firsthand knowledge of what had happened to me before I was in the dream.

I was no longer at the library, I was alive, and it seems that the bullet had went through my open mouth coming from an upward angle because the girl or young woman was shorter than me and the bullet probably passed through the side of my mouth without hitting anything but skin et cetera and it probably exited the other side of my mouth which caused bleeding that looked bad but I was actually not that hurt.

The doctor wanted to wait for something before deciding if he should perform surgery, and so I would probably be able to return to work to finish my work day for the day until the doctor calls me back.

It was still the same day and the library was still open so I thought that it would be cool to go back to work for the day to shock and surprise my coworkers who were not sure if I was dead or not, and who probably assumed that I was in the hospital still if I was alive still.

So I headed to the library and I walked in to surprise my coworkers, they would never expect me to return to work the same day after getting shot in the face, and so I thought that it would be fun to surprise them.

I had some pain but it was not that bad, and I remember talking to my surprised coworkers about what the doctor said et cetera.

I possibly could not remember some of the events that happened and maybe I had to have them tell me, but I can not remember.

I am not sure if I or someone else stopped the girl or young woman as she tried to leave after shooting me or if she had escaped, either way she got arrested by the police, and I was going to be okay it seemed.

After talking with my coworkers I was going to finish my work shift, and then see if my doctor had decided if I would need surgery or not but I woke up.

Dream 2

This dream took place at a large multi-story building that was part shopping mall, part college, part Walmart, and part who knows what else.

This building was so big that I got lost at some point when maybe I was trying to find my class or something, I walked through the shopping mall and up stairs to different floors, and at some point I asked a woman with light-color skin with long yellow hair who was a college student for directions.

Using her directions I was able to find the college area, I found a classroom where my former male classmate DH was talking with several other college students including the actor Patrick Stewart, and so I greeted them and I went to talk with them.

I somewhat felt that they did not really want me around like I was that guy, I remember telling them that I was not sure if this was the correct class or not and about how I got lost, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

11-25-2012 | Dream Journal| Having Dry Skin/Dead Skin Removed/Brushed By My Former Classmate DF?

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I forgot most of my dreams because something that I ate last night caused my body/stomach to start cramping/hurting/bubbling/et cetera while I was sleeping/dreaming, and my body kept sending me warnings signs/signals as I slept/dreamed but I mostly ignored them at first; but at some point my body forced me to wake up, and I had to go to the bathroom and I had diarrhea thanks to whatever bad food I ate.

The warning signs/signals and waking up abruptly to get to the bathroom caused me to forget all but two dream fragments of two dreams.

The first dream fragment involved members of The Team from the animated TV show Young Justice, I am not sure if I was in the dream or not or if I was Superboy or not, I just remember that Superboy was somehow doing surveillance/tracking/whatever on someone who The Team was interested in/investigating/whatever for some reason; and he always knew how to find the person or where they had been faster than anyone else.