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The BP Library & Family Gatherings

Lazy notes of my dream:

The BP Library connected to a car shop (automobile repair shop).

My mom’s side of the family having a family gathering in a train cart-like area for a meal related to a cousin’s funeral.

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An Apartment Cafeteria | Crying | Shawn Hunter (Rider Strong) & JB

Lazy notes of my dreams:

Dream 1

Temporarily staying at an apartment-like place where everyone gets food in a small cafeteria.

Dream 2

I was at a fictional version of my parent’s house with a larger yard with a fictional raised area, I was inside talking with my mom & some of my brothers, and I saw my dad by his truck talking to what looked like my mom.

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An Outdoor Funeral After A Hurricane

This dream seemed to take place not that long after a hurricane, probably Hurricane Laura, in a slightly fictional version of the city of D during the day.

I was with my dad and my brother GC at the end of the dream, we left in my dad’s automobile on our way somewhere that I can not remember, and my dad was driving.

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An Outdoor IT Job And Elizabeth Banks And A Dog Attack

Elizabeth Banks at an event for Catch Me If You Can (2002)
Source: IMDb

I had more dreams but I did not record them.

Dream 1

This dream started outside during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, I was near where Mrs. C’s abandoned yard/house should be on the street that The E House is on, and I was there working an IT job helping people print things et cetera.

In this area there was a printer outside that you had to put money in to print things after sending print jobs from a computer et cetera, maybe it was slightly covered for some protection for the weather, but it was outside.

Maybe there was a computer lab outside too, probably, but I can not remember.

Basically it was like my IT Assistant job at The BP Library except outside but there was no library, and I did not seem to have any other coworkers.

At some point one of my former female classmates with dark-color skin with black hair needed some help trying to print a print job that she sent to the printer, I can not remember her name but I think that her last name was A, but I could be wrong.

We walked over to the printer but her print job was not showing up, I think that I put $0.50 in the printer because she said that she had five black and white pages to print, some papers started to print, but it was not her print job.

We possibly went back to her computer to try to send the print job again or I sent her to send it again or I went to try another printer to see if her print job was there, and as I was checking this another former classmate female classmate of mine with medium-color skin with black hair whose first name is possibly N walked behind me along with several other people who needed to use the printer.

I did not see the print job and maybe the other people did not see their print jobs either, and so N suggested that we try another printer up the street that was in a small shack-like building that was an African business of some kind that was owned by a man from Africa (maybe Jamaica).

Among our group was a man from Africa with dark-color skin with short black hair who used to have long dreadlocks (somehow I knew him and I had false memories of this), my female cousin ME who did not recognize me at first, my former female classmate N, and the actress Elizabeth Banks who had black hair in this dream.

Elizabeth Banks was probably in this dream because I watched the movie Brightburn with my brother GC before I went to sleep last night.

We walked and talked up the street to the shack-like building that was by where Mr. Grip’s yard was or should be, my female cousin ME recognized me, and she asked me what I was doing here and I told her how I had an IT job here but I was new to it and I did not have formal training/education for it so I had a lot to learn.

We entered the shack-like building, built into the wall was what we thought was a printer so I put in $0.50, but then I realized that this a fake printer that was just there to take your money; and so I lost another $0.50, and so I lost a $1 in total in this dream so far.

We complained about this but the owner was no where to be seen, we returned to the previous area looking for my former female classmate A to let her know, but we could not find her.

My cousin ME got separated from us at this point so I was with the man from Africa and Elizabeth Banks now, we walked and talked on our way to a new area to maybe find A and/or another printer and/or the owner of the shack-like building and/or for some other reason, and I remember us stopping by and/or inside the shack again.

There was an emotional conversation, I remember the man from Africa mentioning that his hair was short now because he had cut his dreadlocks because he felt that he was being discriminated against for having them when it came to trying to get a job, and he said that he has been struggling trying to get a job since he moved here.

Mrs. Banks then shared an emotional story of her own after we showed our support for the man, I can not remember what her story was about, but I do remember her crying; and the man from Africa gave her a hug, and we both showed our support for her.

After this we continued walking to a new area, we got separated, and now it was just Mrs. Banks and I.

We reached a tree shaded area next to an one-story building, there were people hanging out in this area, but I quickly noticed that we were in danger because an African American or African gang or mafia was hanging out in this area and I noticed some of them starting to notice us and they did not look happy as they tried to figure out who were we because we were on their territory.

Fortunately my male cousin ME was a security guard/bodyguard with the gang or mafia it seemed, he was dressed up, and he walked over to me as I was whispering to Mrs. Banks that we were in danger and that we needed to avoid standing out and that we needed to leave without being noticed soon.

Mrs. Banks had noticed this too fortunately, she agreed to try to avoid doing anything to offend them, as we try to quietly slip away.

My cousin ME walked over and pulled me aside and he quietly confirmed that we were in danger (that there was a gang/mafia here, and he worked for them), he told me that we should go inside the building, and then sneak away quietly; and he would get us inside the building.

We tried to act normal as he walked us to the building, there was a line, but he got us inside without any trouble but we had to handle the rest on our own.

Mrs. Banks and I got separated and unfortunately I made the mistake of entering a room where a funeral was taking place, I tried to blend in and then escape, and people were taking their turns saying a few things about the person who had died.

I found an opening to sneak out as a group of people were entering, unfortunately a somewhat older woman with dark-color skin wearing church clothes and a big church hat noticed me, and she started talking to me.

I briefly talked with her and then I went to sneak away but she told me to stop, she wanted me to take my turn saying something about the person who had died, I politely refused but she would not take no for answer.

I started to sneak away but she kept telling me to come back, she was causing a scene, but fortunately my cousin ME entered the room to calm her down giving me time to escape.

I escaped outside but a man with light-color skin, who I noticed during my escape and who I possibly had false memories of, started following me on my way home; and so when I reached the other side of a house on the street that The E House is on, I took this chance to run, and I reached my parents yard.

He did not see me but he had an idea of where I went, so I ran on the side of the yard that the dogs are on, and I tried to crawl under the house after opening the door of the skirting around the bottom of the house but the door fell off making a loud noise and I lost my cover.

I rolled under the house opening that he would not see me, he ran past the back door trying to get to this side of the yard, but a fictional dog in our yard started attacking him once he got close enough to where he was chained up at.

I hoped that the man would just run, unfortunately the dog had a good grip on him and he fell, and the dog was biting him.

I paused hoping that the man would get up and escape but he did not, and so I was forced to go save him by grabbing the dog’s chain and getting him off the man.

I calmed the dog down and I helped the man up, I told him that he should not have been following me like that and that he made the mistake of getting too close to the dog, and I told him that normally I would apologize and offer to cover the medical expenses but not this time.

Instead I offered to clean and wrap his wounds, and then send him on his way because it was his fault.

The dog was chained and he had entered our yard chasing after me, and so if he needed more medical attention then that was on him.

Fortunately his bites did not seem that bad, but I woke up as I helped him while asking him why he was following and chasing me.

Dream 2

I did not record this dream, I woke up feeling a bit tired and negative, I am not sure if it was connected to the dream or not.

All that I can remember of this dream now is that my former male classmate JC was in it, I was in the dream as well, and we met in the dream; and it was my first time seeing him in years.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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Men At Funerals And C Trying To Move His Money

Source: Wikimedia Commons

I had more dreams but I forgot them and there was more to this dream, but now I can only barely remember part of the end of my last dream.

I remember being with all of my family expect for my brother CC and his family, my brothers TD and KD were possibly younger but I can not remember, and we were at a church where maybe a funeral and / or something else was going on.

During one part of the dream that I can not remember, probably not at the funeral, I remember the topic of men possibly being less likely to cry and show emotion at funerals being brought up in a conversation with my dad.

I remember saying that is possibly not even true or proven because I did not know of any scientific data about that but I would not be surprised if it was true and I remember guessing that this was mostly because of cultural reasons where in some cultures men crying and being sad et cetera publicly is looked down upon, and in situations like funerals et cetera men in those cultures are more likely to be expected to be the strong ones who are expected to stay calm in those situations and to help others who are grieving.

At some point I remember my family and I driving back home after the church and funeral et cetera, I assume that we were driving from another city, and my mom brought up the same topic about men possibly being less likely to cry and grieve and sing et cetera publicly at funerals.

I told my mom that my and me had talked about this topic earlier, and I repeated my opinions on this topic.

The next thing that I remember is walking inside The BP Library where I work as a shelver, I assume that we had returned home at this point, and as I was walking past the new book section my brother GC’s former classmate C and a younger man who was possibly his younger brother walked past me carrying bags (possible one or more messenger bags, and maybe one or two other types of bags).

C said something about money, having some of it hidden in different locations and that he gave some of it to some people so that they could move it to the state that he was about to move to soon, and waiting on an email to confirm that all of his money was sent successfully before maybe giving more to the people who moved it to make sure that they did not steal his money.

C mentioned that he had some backup plans in case they did steal his money, and that he had more money hidden.

I was not sure if he was talking to me and / or his assumed brother so I said: Huh? but C was too busy talking to hear me so it seemed that he was mostly talking to his assumed brother.

It seemed that there was possibly money in the bags that they were carrying, it seemed that C had hidden and saved his money himself instead of putting most of it in a bank, and now that he was about to move to another state he needed to dig up or find all of his money and have it sent to the other state.

C did not seem sure that he could trust the people who were supposed to move his money, so he had only given them some of it, and he still had some of the rest hidden besides what him and his assumed brother were carrying in the bags.

C seemed a bit nervous and worried and stressed and angry about the situation, he then remembered that his assume brother had left something (maybe an automobile parked too closely to someone’s property), and he angrily asked his assumed brother if he had left it in that location and his assumed brother said yes.

C yelled at his assumed brother that they needed to go move it now or that the people might mistakenly think that they are trying to operate on their territory (turf), and I assumed that he was talking about some drug dealers in their neighborhood.

C seemed scared like he was worried what they might do if this misunderstanding happened, like he knew that something bad would happen like he had witnessed and / or experienced them dealing with someone operating on their territory, and so this made him very angry at his assumed brother.

They left immediately without doing what they were about to do because they needed to move whatever it was before they noticed, but I woke up as I listened to and watched their conversation.

I remember thinking that I hope that things work out for C when he moves to the other state.

The end,

-John Jr