A FBI / IRS / ? Investigation With Will Ferrell

I remember part of a detailed and realistic dream where I was working with a man who looked & acted like the comedian/actor Will Ferrell and another man who was his partner/a fellow agent, they/we seemed to be FBI / IRS / or some type of agents on an investigation of some kind, but I did not know the details; but Mr. Ferrell and his partner knew the details of the investigation, and who we were investigating.

The dream took place during the day in a nice fictional city, time seemed to pass normally in this dream without jumps in time probably & the dream & conversations were more detailed than usual, and so this was a realistic dream; but I can not remember some of the dream, so it is a bit unclear.

A Russian Spy / Assassin?

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I forgot most of my dreams except for part of one, due to being awakened by people being annoying as usual, and I forgot the beginning of the dream.

I just remember being in a fictional mall-like place that has been in one or more of my past dreams, and I was on the upper floor that over looks the first floor of the mall; and in the dream I recognized this place from my past dream(s) and I even walked around comparing my past memories with how it looked now, and it looked about the same but I do not think that I realized that I was dreaming or the dream just did not go lucid for some reason.

I even saw my former classmates CS and his fictional girlfriend who were in the last dream of this place, and I greeted them & I briefly talked with them & then we said goodbye, and then I went down one of the stairways and/or escalator(s) to see the first floor to see if it looked about the same; and it looked how I remembered it.

I then went back to the upper floor area to go to class, I was in college and one or two of my classes were on an area connected to the upper floor, and I remember knowing where to go & having past memories of some of my classes; but I wondered what my schedule was & where it was, and I wondered if the semester was just starting or not, because I felt that I had not been to one or two of my classes in a while & I was worried about failing that class or those classes.

I might have went to one/another class first, but I can not remember, but I do remember going to one or another class somewhat clearly; and this class felt more realistic than classes normally do in my dreams, usually classes in my dreams are very short & not much of the class is shown.

In this dream I got to class and sat down with my fellow classmates and the teacher came in a few seconds after I did and he introduced himself to the class, and I think that he looked like the comedian Steve Harvey (but I could be wrong).

I remember thinking about if I had a class schedule or not somewhere in my book-bag and wondering how did I know which classes to go to and I wondered about the one or two classes that I was afraid of failing since I had no memory of going to them in a while, as I listened to the teacher introduce himself, and then I got my notebook ready to take notes; and I remember the teacher lecturing/teaching as I took notes, and then he would stop sometimes to tell us helpful life advice & he would allow us to ask questions & comment.

I think that I asked a question and/or made a comment, and I joined in the classroom discussion of whatever life topic the teacher was talking about; and I remember enjoying the class, and being impressed by how the teacher combined education/comedy/class discussion/life advice so well.

The class ended at some point and I might have briefly talked with the teacher telling him how I thought that he did a good job, and probably asking him if I was failing his class or not; I think that he said that this was the first day of class and so I was not failing, yet, jokingly.

I then said goodbye to him and I might have started a conversation with a classmate, and the two of us walked & talked all the way outside; and outside we were in a fictional city during the day that has been in a few of my past dreams I think.

We walked & talked between a somewhat wide alleyway with concrete everywhere between buildings that had a canal/sewer drain/water run-off/whatever you call it on the right side, and this area was nice & quiet away from the streets.

In the canal we could see fish that were bigger than normal, in my dreams fish are usually bigger than normal for some reason, and it was nice seeing so many big fish in the canal.

At some point there was a man walking ahead of us as we were about to cross a street to a sidewalk headed toward a park-like area, but then another man came from behind us & he passed us quickly like he was trying to catch up with the man in front of us; and they both disappeared behind a pillar that was blocking our visibility, so that we could not see them, the first man did not even know that anyone was behind him.

Once we got around the pillar we saw the first man on the ground dead, and the second man was trying to walk off like nothing had happened; but I stopped him to ask him what happened, but he pretended to have not seen the dead man or what happened.

I did not trust him and I noticed that he had one hand in his coat/jacket pocket, he was wearing a sport/soccer/rugby-like zip-up jacket with two front pockets, and in the pocket I could see the outline of a pipe/pen-like object that I was guessing was a single shot pen/pipe-like gun that used air/pressure to shoot quietly; basically an assassin weapon, and I felt that this man was probably a Russian spy/assassin for some reason(s).

I asked the man what was in his pocket and he lied & he said that he had nothing in his pocket, and so I took the object out of his pocket; and I was correct about what it was, and so I grabbed him & told the person with me to call the police / campus police.

I held the man and his weapon until the police or campus police arrived, they handcuffed him, and took him to a small storage-like building; and then they went back outside to the crime scene as the ambulance came, and I told them to call the FBI and/or CIA and/or The United States Department Of Defense since I felt that this man was a Russian spy/assassin & so they did I think.

I remember waiting in the storage-like building with the man, because no one was watching him & he kept trying to escape, and I was afraid that he would kill me and/or my family and/or someone else if he escaped; and so I kept stopping him from escaping, and the police or campus police were acting like they did not care/were lazy/were bribed to let him escape/or something.

After waiting & stopping the man from escaping for an hour or more, time jumped so I am not sure how long I waited, an older man arrived who seemed to be a CIA interrogator/torturer; I was afraid that he might torture the man, which is against my beliefs, but he was probably CIA so I was not going to get in his way unless I saw him torturing the man.

I went outside or something, time jumped a bit, and then the CIA interrogator/torturer-looking man came outside; and he told the police/us that he would be back later or something like he had failed to get any information/like he did not care/like he was really a Russian/or whatever country spy as well/or something, and so I went back in the storage-like building to check on the man.

He looked like maybe he had been lightly tortured, nothing too serious, but I was not sure; and he once again tried to escape, so I had to keep stopping him as usual.

I remember feeling that I did not trust the police or campus police or the CIA-like man or the possible Russian spy/assassin, and that it seemed that maybe they all were working together/in on it; and so I wondered if I should leave, and the man would escape since no one was watching him/cared but I still feared for my safety & the safety of my family since I knew what had happened & I feared that they would kill me/us because of that information/knowledge.

I considered making a deal with the man, asking him to agree to not have me or my family or anyone else killed & for him to leave the country & not come back, and I would leave/not stop him from escaping/(maybe not publicly talk about the murder/assassination that he did, but probably not since that is against my beliefs normally).

Before I could finish thinking about my deal idea, I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

My Former Classmate CW | Something Is Going On

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My Former Classmate CW

I had this dream about two nights ago, and I only remember a few parts of it.

All I remember is a cafeteria-like place, and I remember something about tennis before and/or after this took place.

I remember seeing a former female classmate of mine who I used to like back in high school named CW, and I think we both paused and then we both said hello to each other.

My former classmate CW looked better than ever, and I seemed confident & pretty relaxed; but she was cautious like she was waiting for me to start the conversation, so that she could decide what she should say next.

I remember thinking about one or two other women during our conversation, and I think we may have even talked about the other woman or women; I remember blond hair, so one of the women must have had blond hair.

Maybe the woman with the blond hair was a tennis player that I met earlier in the dream, and the other woman I am not sure about or even if there was another woman.

I think we talked a bit about the past, and we may have talked about various what-if situations.

I think we may have both thought to ourselves about the possibility of trying to get to know each other better, but I think I wanted to keep everything in the past; but I thought it would be nice, but I was worried about the chance of being rejected again.

That must have been when the other woman or women came up, as they or she were probably on my mind from earlier in the dream, and I thought that leaving CW in the past was better & less risky; but it would have been nice, but if she did not like me more than a friend back then, why would she now?

I can not remember much else except maybe a few interesting feelings.

It was a surprise to see her and it was odd, but it felt good to see her again and to talk with her; to possibly close and/or re-open the past for good/once and for all.

She seemed more stable and balanced, and there was something else about her that I can not quite explain.

I wish I could remember more, especially who the other woman or women were, and was the blond-haired woman RB or someone else that was related to tennis?

Was Pauline Croze the other women or MW or some unknown woman from earlier in the dream?

That is all I remember of that dream.

Something Is Going On

This dream was odd and took place last night, and I think I was riding in a car with some people.

They were driving behind the B family to a Mormon church I believe, which I did not want to go to, but I was not driving.

We followed them to the church parking lot, but I think the church was not open yet and no one else was there yet.

Next I remember walking up the road, I forgot to mention that the church was in a fictional part of town by the Eastside Dairy Queen (DQ) in the city of D.

On the road as I walked, I noticed fire in the water drains on the side of the road, and the others saw it too; and so we started to run up the road, fearing a gas explosion.

The road was the street that leads to the D High School, and other people were running too.

It seemed that a gas leak or something was happening under the neighborhood, and it was going to explode at any moment.

We ran to the field by the high school hoping to get to a safer place, we stopped to think up a plan, and I think the firefighters were on their way.

Next I remember driving from Fort P, and a car in front of me got pulled over by the police.

As I was about to pass them, the police officer told me to stop too, and it seemed that he was checking for drunk drivers.

The car behind me tried to pass also, but the police officer stopped them too, and another officer came to block off the road with his car.

Then me and the other drivers got out of our automobiles to see what was going on, and then I noticed more police officers coming and some military police were coming as well.

I walked up the road to a building, and I saw FBI & other law enforcement officers from different branches coming together near this building to talk about something.

A man who looked like a tougher, younger, and bigger version of Chuck Norris walked by me and stood next to a wall.

He had a cowboy hat that was lowered so that you could not see his eyes, and he walked like he was powerful or something.

I felt that he was powerful, but nothing like that dream I had as a kid with the Christian Devil or whatever he was in it, no dream character yet has felt as powerful as who ever that man was in that dream; that was scary.

Anyway, some woman in a suit was talking to two sheriffs about something, but I woke up.

The end,
-John Jr 🙂

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