I had several dreams that I did not record or think about today, so I have forgotten most of my dreams, but I do know that the Taliban were in at least one of my dreams again.
That dream or another dream possibly involved someone with superpowers, maybe me, and maybe that person and / or I was super durable and / or able to block and / or avoid most damage; I can not remember this, but I would not be surprised if this person and / or I was able to fly as well & maybe shoot fireballs / energy blasts.
At some point in this dream, a man with light-color skin was talking highly of one of his male ancestors, but then he learned that male ancestor was just a European who had gone around raping & killing & stealing & invading et cetera people / countries / et cetera around the world back.
Later in the dream, I played a video game that involved a yard and enemies shooting fireballs at me / my video game character.
The end of this dream took place in the evening or night in maybe a slightly fictional version of the city of D.
Some of my family were there, there was something about maybe an automobile that was for sale, and maybe I and / or some of my family went to see this automobile.
I and / or we possibly test drove the automobile, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream possibly took place early in the morning at the house of my parents, but I am not sure if that was the correct time of day or not.
My female coworkers JB and DC, a small dog, and maybe one or more of their children arrived to visit me by surprise.
DC looked and acted completely different than in real life but somehow I knew that it was her, and during the dream I possibly did not realize that she did not look or act like her real self; in this dream DC was a playful trickster and a jokester with a lot of energy.
We spent most of the time in the dining room and the kitchen talking mostly, this visit caught me off-guard and I am not used to having guests and I am pretty boring and they have never visited me before, and so I imagine that it must have been a pretty boring visit for them.
The curtains in the house were closed so it was a bit darker like it was very early in the morning before the sun had completely risen yet, I could never get good conversations going because we kept getting interrupted like in real life because we have to work and deal with patrons, and so that was annoying having our conversations constantly interrupted and cut short (this time by children, the dog, et cetera).
This dream had an interesting and pretty realistic and somewhat enhanced mood / feeling to it, I felt surprised and a bit nervous but also happy to have them visit and to have a chance to spend some time with them (it was cool being able to talk to them away from work for a change), but the interruptions and me being worried about trying to be a good host et cetera and the lack of things to do kept interrupting the moment et cetera.
At some point JB mentioned something on her mobile phone that I probably did not have, probably an app that was for the Android operating system, and not the Windows Phone (Windows Phone 8.1 in my case) operating system that I have on my mobile phone.
I told JB that app or whatever was probably not available on my mobile phone, a Nokia Lumia 635 (the sad 512 MB RAM version which never got the Windows 10 Mobile update), and I started explaining some of the history of my mobile phone and some of the history of the Windows Phone operating system.
I started to sense that I was possibly boring them and that they were possibly starting to make moves to leave so I stopped, and it seemed that I was correct because they let me know that they were going to go but they probably thanked me and JB and her family and the dog probably left out the front door first.
I then notice that my former male classmate DH is suddenly there now, and so I asked him when did he get here and he said that someone had just let him inside.
Before leaving DC gave me a brown gift bag while smiling suspiciously like this was a prank, it looked like a brown paper bag nicely decorated, but I had the feeling that she probably put some dog feces inside of it.
I thanked DC pretending to not notice, she moved slowly hoping to see me open it but I did not open it so she left still smiling and probably hoping that I would open it later, and I said goodbye.
I carefully put the bag on something and somewhere until I can safely check it outside and dispose of it if it really was a bag of dog feces as a prank like I suspected.
I then turned my attention to DH, he wanted to talk in the living room oddly, and so I assumed that maybe he wanted to talk to me about something privately.
But I woke up.
This dream was possibly partially a continuation of the previous dream, but I am not sure.
I was at The BP Library working at my job in a slightly larger and nicer fictional version of the children’s section, in the dream there were taller shelves and more shelves in there, and there were some arcade machines with video games and some other gaming equipment in there in the corner near where the children’s bathroom is or should be.
While I was working there was a family in there who were patrons, a husband and wife and young son who possibly all had skin colors of various shades of medium-color skin (very light-medium (or maybe dark-light color skin), light-medium, medium) at first, and sleeping on some fictional furniture was a fictional regular patron who was a homeless woman named maybe Tomko(?) who basically lived at the library (not after hours of course).
The father and son were playing arcade games and other games, including a slightly Dragon Ball inspired arcade game maybe called maybe Fireball, where you controlled a Goku-like video game character who would stand on a raised Dragon Ball style martial arts tournament ring in the middle of a field in an arena and he would have to shoot maybe fireballs following certain rules trying to score the most points.
The mother was sitting down on some furniture near the shelves on the right side of the room while I was shelving, at some point the father and son were celebrating their video game score for the Fireball arcade game while looking at a black scoreboard on the wall with previous highest scores, but the mother interrupted them complaining about maybe wanting the son to be reading books instead and / or something like that.
At this point or before the argument the family’s appearance had changed without me realizing it, they all had light-color skin now, and the mother had yellow hair now; and a somewhat older somewhat rough country-like male patron with light-color skin wearing a hat was in the children’s section too now looking at the shelves of books et cetera.
The husband did not agree with his wife, he liked video games and various things that he considered to be more masculine and he wanted his son to grow up to be a man and interested in masculine things, and he felt that reading and studying a lot et cetera was more feminine and maybe nerdy and / or something like that.
The husband and wife argued, I moved behind some bookshelves to stay out of it unless things got too bad, and then the rough country-like man joined the argument siding with the husband.
This man somehow brought race, racialism, racism, white supremacy, et cetera into the conversation as he explained his support of masculinity and his disappointment in current generations as he felt that they were letting their so-called race (in this case the fake race (I do not support or believe in race) known as white / Caucasian / whatever) down because of this and other things because he felt that “his people” (his words, not mine) were becoming weak and diluted and outnumbered et cetera for various reasons and were being threatened by other so-called races.
While it was disappointing to hear this, it was not surprising, the man looked and sounded like a stereotype of someone who would have those kind of beliefs.
After this the fictional regular female patron Tomko woke up, I started to wonder if she would want to work at the library since she basically lived there if there was an opening, and if show I wondered if I should ask her if she wanted to live with me at least temporarily until she earned enough to get her own housing if she wanted to.
I sensed that Tomko was probably pretty smart and capable if she tried, but I wondered if this was a good idea or not as I tried to decide if she was stable and trustworthy and safe enough to allow into my home like that; in this dream I had my own home or apartment I assume.
I woke up as I thought about this while I was still working.
The night before last I remembered part of my last dream which was unclear in some parts, I think it started with The President Of The United States Barack Obama in a small dark room with several soldiers looking at a radar screen and video screen, I do not think that I was in the dream but I could see things like a camera person.
It was early morning I think and it was still dark, the building that president Obama was in seemed to be on the outskirts of a city, things were quiet outside and the military had hidden anti-aircraft weapons set up around a pretty large area.
They were tracking a UFO in the sky & they did not seem to know what it was, hence the name UFO, anyway, from the outside I saw what looked like a fireball moving somewhat slowly in the sky; and my first thought was that it reminded me of something from Hinduism, for some reason, even though I do not know much about the religion. (I guess it was the style/appearance of the fireball, that seemed to have a Hinduism/Hindu/Indian art style/appearance.)
I felt that parts of it probably were invisible and I did not know what it was either: was it a ship or was it just a floating fireball or was it something else?
Obviously it did not belong to The United States military or government in the dream because they were confused, worried, and on high alert.
At some point the UFO started to fly toward the building where president Obama was, so the military started to shoot at it, but nothing was stopping it and/or hitting it; all the missiles could not lock on it and the missiles would fall to the ground and the bullets either missed and/or the bullets did not damage it, like it had a shield and/or the bullets were going through the UFO and/or something like that.
It was not in visible range of the building yet but the military was worried & so they started shooting everything they had at it, but then the dream jumped to me somehow traveling around to different countries.
I am not sure how but I remember talking to at least one person in each country that I visited, but that is all I can remember.
The New Territories Are Coming?
Last night I remembered part of my last dream which started normal but ended in a disturbing way, I remember playing indoor football in a small room with some NFL players and some former classmates of mine.
My team’s quarterback had handed off the ball to our running back but someone was about to tackle him & so he handed off the ball to me, but it bounced off my hands and I fumbled it, so I ran to try to get it before someone else did.
Fortunately one of our teammates got the ball and got a touchdown, but a flag was called and the touchdown did not count.
As we were getting back into position one of our teammates JS pushed a huge man on the other team or something, and the huge man got mad and he decided to get on the line to rush our quarterback; and I was supposed to block for the quarterback along with JS and a few others, but my other teammates moved out-of-the-way and they all were going to let me block the huge man alone.
I turned to ask them what they were doing and then we all started to laugh, and I wondered how was I going to stop this angry huge man from tackling our quarterback, but then the dream switched to me leaving to the outside and I was at the field next to the waffle house in D.
Other people were going to their automobiles to leave as well but my automobile was in the shop, and I had a back up car but something was wrong with it so it was parked at the FF bank; and I decided to start walking to my parent’s house, but then Eric Matthews from the TV show Boy Meets World offered me a ride before I got very far, so I said okay.
Something was wrong with his car too so he took it to a place near the bank, this place went down in the ground so the building was built at a 45 degree angle with a driveway in the middle of the building, and on the left side and right side were two buildings that were connected and it looked like a small school.
Eric went to talk to his dad about fixing his car as I waited by the car, he came back saying that his dad was busy now, and I noticed George Feeny (Mr. Feeny) (Or however you spell it) was talking to another teacher in the building & Eric’s mom was talking to someone too; I wondered where his house was so I told him that this place looked like a school and I asked where was his house, and he said that this was his home.
We then walked into the top part of the building and inside was a top area over looking a cafeteria-like room with mostly female students in the room and the students seemed to have mental and/or physical disabilities/handicaps; and I said hello and we walked to a little office for some reason, but I can not remember why or who we saw, and next I was carrying something out of the building.
But before I left the building one of the female students seemed to recognize me and she told me who I was, and she said that she knew my dad and that she recognized me from church a long time ago.
I was surprised but what really got me next was she asked me if I believed in God, I was stunned, and decided to just give her a quick answer instead of explaining the everything and I continued to leave the building but she followed me outside.
At this point it seemed like another dream intrusion, like with the scary old woman, the female student appearance changed I think and now I think she looked almost like the daughter of a preacher named Rev. JM.
Outside of the building we were on a platform that over looked the bottom area outside, so there was a drop, and there was no safety rails & so if you were not careful you would fall and hurt yourself or die; and now there were people outside, and the female student continued to talk to me.
She told me that I should believe in God because many signs were being shown or coming true or something like that, and that The New Territories were coming (or that is what I think that she said or she said something that sounded like that).
I had no idea what The New Territories were so I was confused and as she was still talking about either an apocalypse and/or the return of some God (probably the Christian god) and/or The New Territories (whatever it or they are); but then the preacher Rev. JM and a few young men walked over to us wearing suits.
Rev. JM greeted me acting strange and then something or someone started to pull me from behind toward the edge of the platform, I started to tell whoever or whatever it was to let me go or we would fall off the edge, but it or they were not listening & so I grabbed Rev. JM to avoid falling.
I told him to walk forward to help pull me away from falling but he would not do it and he kept telling me to let him go, so I grabbed someone else that was near by and told them to move forward but they did not move either, and so I kept grabbing people and trying to resist whatever was pulling me from behind toward the platform; and there were a lot of people around & so I could not tell who or what was pulling me.
I was getting annoyed and somewhat afraid as no one helped me and I was not strong enough to break free from whatever was pulling me, eventually the pulling stopped but before I could turn around to see what had pulled me or before I could walk off, Rev. JM said something to me & so I turned to look at him.
He said something to me while smiling and acting weird and then he pulled out a pistol (a M1911 pistol) I think) and he shot me in the face, and he ran off laughing with the young men that he had come with and a police officer or someone started to chase them.
Even though I did not feel the shot to the face, I was so shocked and sure that I was shot, that I fell to the ground, and the flash from the gun had somewhat messed up my vision; and then I woke myself up from the dream feeling somewhat disturbed and freaked out and wondering what this dream meant or if it meant anything at all.