Twin Babies? | Dar Adal’s Covert Attacks Against Carrie Mathison

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I am not sure if this is one dream or two dreams, and so I will type them separately.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the night in my parent’s yard outside of my parent’s windows that face the back door, and I was outside holding an unknown male baby who looked like he could be my nephew or son or brother because he looked somewhat like my nephew CC and me.

Tongue Shock

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Dream 1

Last night I had a lot of unique dreams but I only remember part of some of them, with the first dream fragment that I can remember taking place in a mansion with whitish colored carpeted floors on the first floor, and I remember people and/or something running around the mansion; but that is all that I can remember.

Dream 2

The next dream fragment took place in the same mansion and I was with some of my former classmates and my former high school English teacher Mrs. H, and we were having a class photograph taken; and so we were standing together following the directions of the camera person.

After the class photograph we started moving to our desks in a classroom in the mansion, and I remember not being nervous really; and I mostly avoided looking directly at my classmates.

I remember trying to find a desk and I found one across the room near where Mrs. H was starting the lesson, and she was telling us about Learning; and she gave a good lecture about Learning and about passing on knowledge & learning strategies to our kids & to future generations, but that is all that I can remember.

Dream 3

The next dream fragment took place in D on the street by my parent’s house and I was walking up the street as a woman in the neighborhood, her two kids, a Chihuahua, and another small dog played in the street; and I waved and I smiled to them as I passed by them, feeling a bit uncomfortable.

I crossed over to the next street and I saw a large alligator, and I decided to try to get it to follow me away from the area so that it would not kill the woman, her kids, and the dogs; and the alligator followed/chased me at a slow stalking pace like it wanted to eat me, and I walked until I could turn at a corner of a house.

I found something that I could use to stab the alligator in the head when it came around the corner, and so I started imaging various ways that I might be able to kill the alligator without getting myself killed; but I am not sure if I ever got to kill the alligator or not, I just remember a man coming around the corner, and he walked me to a small concrete structure.

The front of the concrete structure was open with no walls or doors in the front but the alligator would not see us unless it walked in front of the structure, and the man started showing me some unique handmade electronic things inside of the concrete structure on the ceiling.

Some of the handmade electronics would make noise, music, cool lights & colors, radio signals, et cetera; and one of them had a picture of DashieXP (Charlie Guzman) from YouTube on glass with cool lights & colors almost like a lava lamp or something, or it had something to do with DashieXP.

The man wanted me to listen to the DashieXP related electronic thing and he put some headphones on my head, and I was able to hear some sounds and/or music; and there were lights and cool colors on the glass, but then the man grabbed two wires that were connected to it and he touched them together, which caused a spark.

Then he started reaching the wires toward my face as I told him to keep it away from me, and he touched the two wires on my tongue as I was arguing with him; and a jolt hit me that was like a concussion blast mixed with an electric shock mixed with a drug burst, that made my brain feel weird and it made a ringing-like noise in my ears like after a stun grenade explodes and I could even taste the jolt from the wires which tasted almost like touching a 9V battery to your tongue.

The lights and colors on the glass started to look very vivid and unique, the colors were more intense and rich than in real life, and the music & sounds were playing uniquely, and it was like all of this was happening in my brain like the jolt passed it directly to my brain or something crazy; and it was a short, interesting, strange, and amazing few seconds that caused me to jump awake in the real world from the jolt.

I could still feel it a few seconds after waking up and I took a few minutes to recover and to think about the dreams that I had until that point, and then I went back to sleep.

Dream 4

The next dream took place in a fictional version of D near the C Elementary School, and I was going to a fictional clinic to see a doctor; and I remember seeing a nurse who checked me at first, and then I saw a doctor who looked and acted like Dr. James Watson from the TV show Sanctuary.

Dr. Watson asked me a few questions about my past, present, and possible futures after looking at my medical chart; and he was able to guess certain things that I had not told him, based off of my answers to his questions, he was smart in that detective-like way.

I was impressed and we talked about various things about my life & life in general, after learning all that he needed to know, Mr. Watson started quickly drawing a certain type of dinosaur as we talked with pretty good detail to my surprise; I complimented him on his drawing ability, and he told me that particular dinosaur’s head structure was always hard for him to draw and that he never draws it quite right.

He then told me that he wanted to have a few tests done on me before I left, and he left the room; and later a male nurse came in to check me, and I remember him telling me about a home remedy for a certain type of fungus.

The male nurse was very talkative, annoyingly so, and after he was done he left the room; and later an old male doctor came into the room to do the last tests, but I had no idea what tests were to be done.

I remember asking the old doctor what kind of tests were to be done on me but he started telling me some long story that had nothing to do with my question, but that is all that I can remember.

Dream 5

The last dream is very confusing and I remember Dr. Will Zimmerman from Sanctuary waking up on the second floor of a small apartment house near where the clinic was, but I am not sure if I was Dr. Zimmerman at first or if I was seeing this without being in the dream at first.

I think that there was another dream before this where I/Him/We met a woman or some women in a fictional version of downtown D, and he might have started dating one of them and she was an FBI agent or worked with an Intelligence Agency or something; but I can not remember this dream.

Anyway, Dr. Zimmerman woke up feeling like he had been drugged and/or knocked unconscious, and he noticed that his apartment looked like someone had robbed it and messed it up a bit; and he started to noticed stolen things, messed up things, and booby traps.

He called for help and I was there in the dream directly now (I was already there but not in the dream at first), my brother GC came, and several other people; and we slowly searched the house disabling booby traps, cleaning up, and searching for clues to what happened.

A few of us were on guard duty because we feared that his girlfriend or the woman was behind this, and that somehow an Intelligence Agency was involved and we feared that they would attack if they realized that we disabled all the booby traps.

I remember being able to see some of Dr. Zimmerman’s flashbacks of what might have happened with clips of the woman, phone calls, threats, scenes of him being dragged into bed, et cetera.

Most of the booby traps were minor traps but a few were deadly, and I remember us fearing being watch by an Intelligence Agency; and I remember something about a helicopter or airplane about to land in the field by the house or something, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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