A Family Park | A Family Business

Dream 1

This dream involved me having false memories of a family owned park / business that was out in the countryside, and it was owned by a family with light-color skin.

I had false memories of having gone there several times before in the past, and in the dream I decided to drive there to see if it was still open.

Going Back In Time Through False Memories?

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I had some more dreams and there was more to this dream, but I did not voice record my dreams and I went back to sleep several times so I can only barely remember part of one dream from last night.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that I think that I was thinking about old memories, except these were false/fake/fictional memories as far as I know, and while thinking about these false memories I think that I would somehow end up being taken back in time to the moment when each false memory took place.

It seemed that I would really be there again in those moments reliving them briefly before them ending, and then I would be brought back to the current time period of the dream it seemed; but I could be wrong.

I can not remember all the false memories that I thought about and got to briefly relive, one that I can not remember possibly took place at a school but I could be wrong, and one took place at The B Parish Library.

I remember looking at the books in the new books section of the library near the front desk(s), I probably was comparing how things used to look back then to how they look now, and how things were organized but that is all that I can remember of this one.

Another involved me thinking about false memories that possibly took place at a fictional college during the day, this college seemed to be located where the HD Head Start school building in the city of D should be, and I briefly relived some of these false memories at this college.

I can not remember the parts that took place inside the college, but I do remember part of the end when I was outside the college.

My former female classmate CW and some of her fictional friends and I were under a one-story building at the college, it looked like the abandoned building at the HD Head Start school, and the building was off the ground enough to have a good amount of crawl space.

We were under the building talking and hanging out possibly because it was a shaded and more private area with dark somewhat soft dirt (that would probably be good for farming if sunlight could reach this area), I remember being interested in my former classmate CW and I was trying to get to know her better by some spending time with her and her friends, but it did not seem that she was interested in me really.

As I briefly relived this false memory I noticed some small tool kits (sets) with small tools in them, the kind in plastic cases with small screwdrivers and things like that, and I noticed at least one person (maybe my former classmate CW) had a small carton of milk like you have a school.

After briefly reliving this false memory I decided to go back to that area under the college building, I am not sure if I found any of the tool kits or not, but I did find a small carton of milk (school milk) to my surprise.

It seemed to be the one from my memory, I smelled it and it did not smell spoiled or rotten to my surprise, and it only had a bit of separation where you could see some of the water separated from the rest.

I tasted the milk and it tasted like it was still possibly good enough to possibly drink to my surprise (old with some separation and slightly odd taste, but not that bad like you would expect), which made no sense (I assumed that maybe this area under the building and some good bacteria had kept it fresh enough somehow or that this was a more recent milk that someone else left), but I spit most of the milk out after the first sip realizing how stupid it was to drink a milk that has sat under a building for many years.

It then seemed that I really was going back in time to briefly relive these false memories, I wondered how this was even possibly and how and why was this happening and if I could change things and would it effect/affect the present and/or future, and then I started thinking about all of this.

I started to get closer to realizing that these were not real memories as far as I knew, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Baby Dolls Used In Screen Memories (False Memories)?

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There was a lot more to this strange and confusing and complex and deep and emotional dream from last night, but unfortunately I can not remember most of it so it will not make much sense and my memory of it is flawed.

I remember that some of my family members from my mom’s side of the family were at The E House like my uncle CE, my aunt DE and some of her family, maybe my aunt ME, and others.

At some point in the dream I possibly woke up and there was a baby doll (doll) of a baby wearing a baby outfit with baby hat (maybe the outfit was light blue but I am not sure), this baby doll was not there before, and I immediately felt afraid and that something was wrong because this had happened before and I knew and felt that this meant that some bad things had happened to me.

I had intense feelings but the memories were mostly destroyed and/or suppressed like whatever would happen each time was so bad that my mind wanted to forget it and/or something and/or someone had erased and/or suppressed most of my memories of what would happen to me each time.

I just knew that baby dolls meant that maybe They had come, I did not know who They were but it felt like possible alien abduction and/or some other type of entities and/or humans involved in possibly abducting me and/or visiting me and doing bad things to me, and I guess They would come sometimes when I am sleep and maybe take me away and do bad things to me and/or do bad things to me where ever I am sleeping but I could not remember and I only had intense feelings of fear and dread and trauma and more.

The only thing that I could remember from these memories is that a baby doll would sometimes be left behind or I would see a baby doll temporarily, and I had one memory of being in a strange dark room with a light on me like I was laying on a table in a strange place with maybe some baby dolls standing around me like this was a false memory (screen memory) so that I would not know who They really were or what They really looked like or what really happened to me.

I assumed that They were masking themselves as baby dolls in these possibly false memories (screen memories) that they possibly put in my mind to hide the truth or They were really disguising themselves as baby dolls or They really looked like that, but I assumed that They did not really look like that and that this was either my mind masking the memory and/or them.

I felt like a scared kid again, a deep subconscious primal fear and feeling vulnerable like there was nothing I could do and feeling traumatized, and I knew that bad things would happen to me and that They or something was stopping me from remembering the truth.

I felt that this has possibly been happening to me since I was kid but I could not remember, and I did not know but that is what I assumed from how I felt.

I now had some possible proof because the baby doll was still in the room so I picked it up and I took it to show my mom and maybe someone else, and I explained the situation and my memories and my feelings and the baby dolls.

I was not sure if I was going crazy or not so I asked my mom and the others if they could see the baby doll too, they could see it I think, and things got pretty emotional as I explained things and my mom listened quietly.

We did not know what was going on exactly but my mom probably believed that something was happening, we were not sure what the baby dolls meant or represented exactly, and I was wondering if They could use it to spy on me and/or something else like that.

I remember my mom saying that my aunt JE felt that They were possibly spying on her using her computer, maybe using malware I assumed, but I was not sure if this was real or one of my aunt JE’s hallucinations; and if it was true, I was not sure if her They was the same as the They I was talking about, and I wondered if some of my other family members who suffered from mental disorders were possibly also being visited by and/or abducted by Them which possibly led to their current mental disorders from these suppressed negative experiences.

I remember holding the baby doll and was possibly going to go to The E House for some reason, maybe to talk with my family members to see if any of them were experiencing the same thing or not, and to see if they could see the baby doll as well; and then I was probably going to talk with my aunt JE about her experiences.

There was something involving the baby doll that happened that I can not remember, probably some strange and important details, and I was trying to investigate further to try to make sense of what was going and to trying to restore my memories of what has been happening to me involving Them.

There was more to this dream but unfortunately that is all that I can remember and make sense of.

The end,

-John Jr

A Classroom With A View Of A Playground

I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of the end of my last dream, which took place inside a dimly lit school building with a few windows in an open lobby, and I was waiting in line (possibly several lines) with some other people for something that I can not remember.

My former female classmate DC was one of the people in line with me, it is possible that one or two other former classmates of mine were there too among the other people in line but I am not sure, and I remember talking with my former classmate DC sometimes as we waited in line.

In front of the line was a counter with one or more women behind it, the woman who I remember being behind the counter was a short somewhat older woman with whitish colored skin with short dark-colored hair who somewhat reminded me of my Kindergarten teacher and my ACT Prep teacher in high school, and she was very slow at her job and she liked to talk a lot with each person; and so she was the reason why the line was moving so slowly.

At some point when it was almost our turn in line, the woman behind the counter kept wasting time stopping to talk to the person in front of us and even to me (talking to her was nice, but she was holding up the line) sometimes between doing her job very slowly, and so my former classmate DC got so angry/annoyed that she finally could not hold it in anymore; and my former classmate DC told the woman to do her job, stop moving so slow, and stop stopping to talk to each person or for another worker to replace her.

The woman behind the counter got angry and both of them started arguing with each other, I tried to calm the situation but it was not working, and so the woman behind the counter decided to retaliate by completely stopping the movement of the line; and her and the other workers forced us to all go to a classroom and sit down until they decide to open the line again.

The classroom had some windows with a view to the playground and we sat in chairs at long tables as our punishment waiting for them to open the line again, it was pretty annoying and I just wanted to do whatever it was that I had waited in line for all that time, but I was willing longer if necessary.

After waiting for a while quietly we were rewarded by being allowed to stand up and walk around the room if we wanted to but we still had to wait inside the room, I took this opportunity to walk by the windows to look outside at the playground because I recognized this place and the playground, and there was another playground and school near the playground that I also recognized.

I had false memories (maybe some from earlier forgotten parts of the dream or from past dreams) of having went to school in this school building and the other school building, I had false memories of having played on both playgrounds back when I went to school at both of these schools, and they were positive memories; and so I took this time to enjoy  thinking about these false memories (some of them I thought about in detail almost like short dreams within dreams maybe or flashbacks) as I looked out of the windows at the playgrounds and the other school building waiting for the women to open the line again.

My mood was positive now and I tried to help improve the mood for the others by talking about positive things and about some of my false memories with my former classmate DC and some of the others, but I woke up as I was doing this.

The end,

-John Jr

A Woman Trying To Climb Through A Window

I went to bed late and I forgot almost all of my dreams except for barely part of my last dream so today is one of those rare days where I can barely remember even part of one dream, I like to title these as Forgotten Dreams, and I usually add a video at the end since posts on days like this are usually short.

I know that part of my last dream took place during the day in the city of D, some parts of the dream took place at my parents house, some parts of the dream took place on the street that E Manor is on, and some other parts of the dream probably took place near these areas on other parts of Eastside.

Some of the dream involved me walking around the street that E Manor is on and around other parts of Eastside, part of the dream might have involved a political campaign/election, part of the dream might have involved some conflict/schemes between rival houses/families, and there was probably more but I can not remember those parts of the dream.

The part of the dream that I do somewhat remember took place at my parents house, I remember an obese woman with dark brownish colored skin with short curly blackish colored hair trying to climb through the window of my brother GC’s room, and I think that the woman was there to do some work (maybe to clean, even though that makes no sense because we clean our own house, but I am not sure).

We knew the woman and we knew that she was coming over so she was not trying to break into the house, I probably had false memories of her and of some of the various times that she came over to/worked at our house, and I remember talking with her after I either opened the door for her or helped her through the window; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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