I had a variety of dreams that I remembered but did not record, even parts of the dream that I did barely record part of got messed up somehow, and so now I barely remember part of one dream.
My messed up notes for this dream said: “Paul split foot and toes then healed.”.
Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place at a fictional version of The BP Library what looked more like a public utility building, and I was there working.
My female coworker DT had me working on something, she probably had an IT-related problem, and I was probably trying to figure it out.
During and/or after one or more of my dreams from last night I remember hearing part of the song Get Down Saturday Night by Oliver Cheatham, but I can not remember when I heard it:
Dream 1
About two nights ago I barely remember part of one dream where I was out in a country area (countryside) during the day at what might have been a large junk yard for automobiles, and I went inside one of the buildings to use the bathroom; it was a building where they fix some of the automobiles and/or they take parts off of them.
While I was inside the bathroom from the window I heard & saw that a group of men and women were gathering inside of the building where I was, and I heard them talking about doing or preparing something illegal; and they did not know that I was in the bathroom.
They were expecting trouble from another group, so a shootout was expected, and I noticed outside of the windows that a group of people with guns were coming to attack the building it seemed; and so I started sneaking out of the bathroom to escape before the shootout happened, but I woke up.
Dream 2
Last night I only remember part of two dreams, with the first dream taking place at a fictional business where I had a job interview, and a man who reminded me of the now CEO of my last job, V, was the interviewer; and he greeted me and a pretty middle – upper class looking woman wearing nice clothes & she had whitish colored skin & orangish or reddish colored hair.
I was surprised that the man was going to interview both of us at the same time in the main lobby area, he had a small desk & the woman & I sat in two chairs in front of his desk, and I felt that I had no chance to get this job since the woman looked professional & well dressed & well-connected & pretty; and I am lower class, poor, ugly, not connected, and not well dressed. 😀
The man mostly ignored me during the interview and he only asked me two questions, he spent most of his time asking the woman questions & flirting with her, and he acted a bit like V; and I felt that there was no reason for me to still be at the interview, since it was obvious that I would not get the job, but I stayed for the entire interview.
While I sat there mostly ignored, there was a moment where the man asked me to get my feet off of his desk, to my surprise my feet were on his desk, which is very rude & not like me at all; and even in the dream I did not remember putting my feet on the desk so I had not idea how my feet got on his desk, I apologized, and I took my feet off of his desk.
I was embarrassed and I definitely felt that I would not get the job, the man & woman looked at me with disgust, and then they started their interview again while ignoring me as usual; I managed to survive the interview, I thanked the man for giving me the chance to have an interview, I said goodbye to the man & the woman, and then I left.
I walked off thinking about the situation, and then I woke up.
Dream 3
The next dream is unclear at the beginning, but I think that a woman who was a single mother, asked me to babysit her baby while she went to work I think; I did not want to babysit the baby really, especially since it was someone else’s baby & probably the baby of someone who I did not know, but I decided to help the woman & so I agreed to babysit the baby.
I think that the baby & the mother had whitish colored skin with darker colored hair, but I am not sure; and they lived in a very small hotel or apartment room.
The room was very small but clean with a bed near the door when you walked in to the room, next to the bed were chest-of-drawers with a TV on top, there was a bathroom, and there might have been a tiny kitchen but I am not sure; oddly there was no living room really, the bedroom was in the place of the living room.
Anyway, the woman left, and the baby & I were left in the room while the TV was on I think; and I was uncomfortable at first, and it took me a while to get comfortable with the baby, since I am very cautious (to me taking care of a baby is a big responsibility that I take seriously) when it comes to babies & other people’s babies & it has been a while since I had to babysit a baby.
After I got comfortable the baby and I started to have fun as I played with the baby, trying to make the baby laugh, and the baby started to have fun as well; but at some point I accidentally scared the baby while trying to make the baby laugh, and the baby started to cry & so it took me a while to get the baby to stop crying.
After a while the baby stopped crying and then the baby went to sleep as I walked around rocking (if that is the word ?) the baby on my shoulder, and I continued to walk around carrying the baby as the baby slept for a few minutes as I tried to decide if I should lay the baby on the bed & set up some pillows on the sides of the bed to help prevent the baby from falling off the bed.
The baby had no cradle or baby bed, so I tried to figure out how to make the bed safer for the baby to sleep on, and I wondered should I prepare the bed & lay the baby on the bed while constantly watching the baby to make sure that the baby would not fall off the bed or should I do that & watch TV or should I continue to hold the baby while the baby slept.
As I was trying to decide what to do, I stopped to think about how nice it was babysitting the baby, and I was surprised by how much I actually enjoyed it; and I think that I felt like helping the woman & the baby, and I might have felt that having a wife & kid would be better than I expected.
I am not sure what happened next but either the mom came back as I was walking around holding the baby as the baby slept or the mom came back as the baby slept on the bed, and I started to tell her about how things had went while she was gone & I probably asked her how could I help them; but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr 🙂
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