False Awakening Dreams And Waking Up Buried In A Dream And Fake IDs / Passports

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I got to sleep wearing my new square orgone / orgonite pendant for the first time and possible interesting notes include deeper sleep / dreams and ability to return to sleep easier, ability to return back to a dream several times easily, more layers to the dreams, but I am not sure if this was just a coincidence or not.

I woke up and returned to one or more dreams several times, I had one or more dreams within dreams, I had one or more false awakenings, et cetera so some dreams were lost and many details from the partly remembered dreams are missing now.

Dream 1

This dream possibly involved some apartments and the areas outside them, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This part of the dream or separate dream took place during the day and involved me and my brother GC going to what seemed to be maybe a doctor’s appointment, there were two workers behind the front desk with one with light-color skin in the back and one who was a man with dark-color skin with short black hair in the front who helped us, and we had to fill out some paperwork / forms.

There was something involving my brother GC’s forms and / or situation that I was concerned about so I talked to the male employee about this, and he said that they would check my brother GC’s forms and check with his health insurance company about the situation before doing anything first so I thanked him.

The next part of the dream or the next separate dream involved me driving away from a fictional LC-like city along the highway, at some point I saw my former male classmate EK and some other people like our former male classmate CS, and so I stopped to talk with them.

They were headed to another city or state or country for a trip, they invited me, and so I decided to go with them so I followed them.

We drove along the highway through one or more cities, at some point I decided to not go, and so I turned around and I started driving back but I can not remember if I let the others know or not.

My former male classmate CS and some of his friends followed me, and at some point I stopped at a store to see if they were really following me or not.

They entered the store as well and I talked with them, they said that they were not following me, but that they had also decided to not go on the trip and they just happened to be going the same way that I was going.

The next thing that I remember is waking up, but I woke up into a false awakening dream that was a video game dream world that looked like a Telltale Games Walking Dead video game with the same graphics et cetera, even I looked like a character in this video game, and some other characters were digging me up from under the dirt where I had been partially or completely buried.

There was a woman with light-color skin and her and / or someone else was very concerned for me, they seemed to have had trouble waking me up, someone had given me a special drink (possibly mixed with alcohol) to make me go unconscious in a very low energy state before burying me underground to improve my chances of surviving and possibly reduce my chances of being found by zombies if there were zombies in this dream world (I have no idea).

One of them was angry about this and how risky it was, they were also digging up someone else, but I am not sure what the situation was but it seemed that burying us was meant to protect us during some kind of emergency situation until they could come back and dig us up and wake us back up.

I can not remember what else happened, and at some point I possibly woke up into another false awakening dream, but I can not remember if it was in the same video game dream world or not.

I had paid someone to get me and maybe someone else some IDs and / or passports, and this person returned with them but then we found out that they were fake.

I was angry about this and I told this person so, I asked them why would they get us fakes when I paid them to get me real ones, but that is all that I can remember.

There was possibly more to this dream with me possibly waking up back in another dream world or having another dream within dream, but I can not remember.

Dream 3

This was actually a series of me returning to the same dream after waking up and going back to sleep several times, and false awakening dreams of me trying to record this dream and remember details and going back to the dreams to collect those details so I can not remember much at all now.

This series of connected dreams involved me asking or paying someone to collect maybe some information for me involving one or more women from history and / or something strange like that.

I remember a man gathering this information and whatever else, and during some of these dreams it was even being collected on a shelf that I could look at and read.

I read some of the history of this woman or these woman, I saw names and everything, and I even remembered some of the full names until I forgot them after having too many returns to this dream and false awakening dreams of it where I thought that I had already recorded the details and dreams.

I possibly visualized some of the history about this woman or these women, and part of this took place along a dirt mountain pass in an older time period like in a western.

This woman or these women were involved in several significant historical moments, but I can not remember the details now.

The end,

-John Jr

A Language Retainer?

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One of my dreams involved a pig in some way or form, but I am not sure which dream and I can not remember any other details.

I had a variety of dreams but I can only remember barely part of 4 dreams, I did not record my dream or dreams that I had when I first woke up because I did not feel like taking out my anti-snoring device (I was being lazy), and so that dream or dreams are forgotten now.

Dream 1

This dream possibly involved a Mixed Martial Arts (MMA) fighting event or unofficial fighting event, and maybe I was one of the fighters but I am not sure; and that is all that I can remember.

Dream 2

This dream took place inside what seemed to be The E House and I was there with some children who were some of my cousins who were kids again oddly and maybe a few fictional cousins or some fictional friends of my cousins, and we spent most of the time in the bedroom by the family room and dinning room.

At some point my former uncle DE showed up, his daughter DE was one of my cousins who was there already, and he looked at me oddly like he thought that it was weird that I was alone with kids in a bedroom (the door was open).

It was slightly weird to me even though most of them were my cousins, I was only with them because I did not think that they should be alone, and so I waited for another adult to arrive so that they could babysit them because they were alone when I showed up.

I greeted my uncle DE and I said goodbye and I walked away, but he stopped me because he saw some orange oil-like stuff on the metal plate at the bottom of the door.

It looked like Africa’s Best Ultimate Herbal Oil oddly, I cleaned it, and then I said goodbye again but I woke up.

Dream 3

This dream involved a family (husband, wife, and four kids with maybe two boys and two girls or three boys and one girl) who were possibly in or from Thailand or the Philippines or somewhere, and they lived in on an upper floor of a structure that was like a small house one a roof.

The husband was possibly working for a mafia or gang or something to earn money for his family but I could be wrong, he did not want to, and he did not tell his family about this.

He returned home after a day of work as the kids were talking about him and asking their mother what kind of job does their father do, the mother replied that she does not know or want to know, but that he possibly worked for the mafia.

One of the sons was standing outside in the doorway and he asked his father this question as he walked in, the father did not answer, and the son saw the look on his face and assumed that it was true that his father worked for the mafia and then the son stood there in silence looking shocked.

I woke up shortly after this.

Dream 4

This dream took place during the day, I went to a fictional medical clinic that was in a small building on the top of a structure during a forgotten part of the dream, and at the end of the dream I returned there to officially sign-up at the clinic and schedule my next doctor’s appointment.

I was the only patient there and there were two nurses behind the desk, one with light-color skin and one with dark-color skin, and I told them why I was there and they had me start filling out some paperwork.

They then handed me several pages that were stapled together and they said that I had to pick a language retainer and sign the forms, and they said that I should read the pages which explains what this is et cetera.

I had no idea what a language retainer was, I told them that I had been there recently and now I wanted to sign-up and schedule an appointment and I had no idea what that was, they told me that I still had to do this and that everything was explained on the pages so I needed to read it and only then would they answer any questions that I had.

I sat down to read the pages, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

A Dream Shop That Buys Dreams

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I had several dreams that I remembered last night, but now I can only remember part of the end of my last dream because of something interesting that happened in this dream.

The end of this dream from last night took place during a nice day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and something interesting happened before this part of the dream but I can not remember what happened.

I remember being outside near a fictional street on the left side of the MZ Baptist Church, and my parent’s were there too.

My memory is too unclear but I assume that there were some rows of maybe shelves that we were walking through, and maybe the shelves contained objects from the past that belonged to us and I had past memories attached with some or most of the objects that we were either looking at and / or getting and / or adding more items to the shelves; and so maybe this was a bit like walking around my mind represented in a physical form as the shelves with the objects on the shelves being separate memories from my past, but unfortunately my memory of this is too destroyed to remember what happened during this part of the dream exactly so this is just my guess about what happened during this part of the dream.

After whatever happened there I remember walking away and then driving on the street that The E House is on, and then I noticed a road that crossed it that I had never seen before.

Across this road was another road that was a road that is across the city, Taco Bell was on the right side of this road, and this confused and amazed me because this meant that this road somehow magically was a shortcut that could get me across the city in seconds or a minute so now Taco Bell and some other places were in walking distance.

Instead of trying to make sense of this I told myself that I would not question this because I was just happy that I now had a shortcut that could easily get me across the city so now I could go get food et cetera more often, and so I sabotaged my own chance to question this and realize that I was dreaming.

I decided to make a left turn on this fictional road to explore what was along that part of the road, and it felt like a road that is on the outskirts of the city near the countryside.

There were a variety of fictional small businesses and small shopping centers and gas station-like places that I have never seen before on both sides of the road, I was amazed and I tried to glance at the signs to see what kind of stores there were and there names, and I wanted to explore some of them one day.

After passing the shopping areas I started to reach an even more countryside-like area with maybe a few houses and fields and maybe farm-like land and forests behind them, but at the beginning of this area I saw a small one-story shop that was raised off the ground in a field further from the right side of the road so I drove to it.

I parked and I walked inside of the shop, inside it looked like a nice little boutique / gift shop / book store / school supply store-like shop, and there was a very young little girl with light-color skin with long yellow hair wearing a nice maybe spring / summer-like dress working in the store alone like the adult(s) had briefly left her in charge until they get back or something like that.

The little girl greeted me and I probably asked her what kind of store was this and / or what they sold, I can not remember if she said what kind of store it was or what the name of it was but I think that I considered it to be a dream shop (at least partly because they sold some things that involved dreams like supplies and materials related to dreams and recording your dreams et cetera), and the little girl showed me some of the things that they sold and services that they offer.

One of the reasons that I can not remember most of the details about this shop is because what she told me next, the little girl told me that they also buy dreams, and when I heard this everything else was no longer important and I wanted to know more about this so the other details about this store faded away as I focused on learning about what she had just said.

I laughed and I smiled and I said: “What? Huh? What do you mean that you buy dreams?”.

The little girl explained: that they pay between maybe $1 – maybe $10 per dream (I think that she offered me $10 per dream, but I can not remember), that they have a form or paper that you fill out and you write your dream on, and when you finish filling out the form they pay you for the dream.

I then asked the girl: “Does that mean that you then own the dreams that are sold to you?”, and she replied: “Yes.”.

I asked the girl: “Can we still share those dreams publicly online on a blog et cetera as long as we are not making a profit from it?”.

The girl replied: “Yes, as long as you are not making any profit from the blog et cetera / dreams, because you no longer are allowed to make profit from those dreams once you sell them.”.

I replied: “Okay, that makes sense because once sold it is like you now own the copyright (rights) or whatever for those dreams.”.

I asked to see the form or whatever so the girl gave me one, there were spaces to fill out your name and other information to legalize the sale I assume, and there was a small space to type your dream that did not look large enough to type my average dream.

I still did not realize that I was still dreaming and I started to think about the other dreams that I remembered during the night, I remembered about three dreams, and so I tried to make sense of which dream fragments went with which dream and I tried to organize the dreams in my mind.

While doing this I also tried to decide which dream was the shortest because the form had limited space, I probably asked the girl if I could type a dream on another piece of paper if I needed more space, and the girl probably said yes but I can not remember.

I also tried to decide which dream was the least important just in case I decide to one day monetize my dreams on my blog so that I will not miss having that dream because it was not important, because if I sold that dream I will then not be able to make money from it in the future.

I mostly had decided that I would probably try selling one of my dreams to this shop out of curiosity and as an experiment, I had not decided completely yet though, and I was still trying to go over my dreams in my mind and pick which one to sell and then write it on the form.

While I was doing this my coworker Mrs. M from The BP Library walked into the shop, she worked here and she had left the little girl in charge briefly while she was gone, and so I assumed that the little girl was her granddaughter and that Mrs. M’s daughter probably also worked at this shop during the hours that Mrs. M is working at The BP Library where we both work.

We greeted each other and I explained that I was probably going to sell one of my dreams to them, and that I was still trying to fill out the form and decide which dream to sell.

Mrs. M probably explained where she had been and she thanked the little girl for running the shop while she was gone, and I probably told her how well the little girl did and how helpful she was to me so far.

I was very impressed that a girl this young was able to do all this (I was amazed that she could even talk in sentences because she looked so young :D), but I still felt that she should not have been left alone to run the store even if it was only briefly and I did not think that was even legal to do that because she was super young and I thought that there were child labor laws against that and laws against leaving children that young alone like that.

But I woke up as I was still trying to organize those dreams in my mind, and when I woke up I started immediately trying to remember and organize this dream in my mind which then caused me to forget all the other dreams that I had remembered and it caused me to forget most of this dream because I was so focused on trying to remember the end of this dream; oops. 😀

The end,

-John Jr