This morning I found a small green basket of berries (maybe blackberries) outside our front door with a small note from Amenhotep and Khaled, I am not sure who Amenhotep and Khaled are, but whoever you are thank you for the berries.
This surprise gift this morning seemed even more strange and oddly timed because of the dreams that I had last night.
Last night I had some interesting and intense dreams, but unfortunately I can only remember part of two of those dreams because of all the intensity and because I did not voice record my dreams until later.
Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the evening or night, I was with my parent’s and maybe my brother GC, and we seemed to be going to an outdoor college stadium to probably see my brothers KD and TD play college football.
We probably arrived early before the teams were even at the stadium yet but I am not sure, and so people were still arriving but at some point as we were probably going to our seats there was probably a flash and a large explosion in the distance with a mushroom cloud.
My assumption was that it was a nuclear explosion but that was just my first assumption (it could have been a huge conventional bomb like the GBU-43/B Massive Ordnance Air Blast (MOAB or Mother Of All Bombs), and then everyone started panicking and taking cover to brace for the shock wave(s) and hope that we survive.
I assumed that we were going to probably die but I took cover anyway, and to my surprise we survived the shock wave(s).
Next there was the fear of possible nuclear radiation (fallout), and so everyone started panicking and running to get to their automobiles to leave to a safer location and / or to find a safer location to avoid possibly nuclear fallout (radiation).
As we were starting to run we heard the military arriving around the area like they were surrounding it, there were soldiers on foot and in military vehicles who had camouflaged fatigues and body armor and helmets with probably assault rifles who were possibly American soldiers but I am not sure which country if any the soldiers were with, and maybe some special forces-like soldiers wearing black clothing with their faces covered or partly covered carrying maybe assault rifles with little to no body armor were possibly dropped off by helicopter but I can not remember.
Many people were happy to see the military arriving and were expecting them to help us, tell us what to do, and that they would take us to a safe location but the soldiers started shooting and killing everyone as the first group of people approached them to our surprise.
My family and I had kept a distance waiting to see what would happen so we were further back than the people who had approached the soldiers, we are more cautious so that helped save our lives this time, and chaos broke out as the soldiers started shooting and killing everyone who was not a solider.
People were shocked, screaming, running, hiding, too scared to move, et cetera after just surviving a possible nuclear explosion to then be surprisingly attacked by the assumed military.
This all seemed real to me and I did not realize that I was dreaming, this situation was intense, and my focus was on trying to help my family and I survive this terrible situation.
I had my family take cover and my first plan was to kill some soldiers one-at-a-time to take their clothing and armor and guns and equipment and IDs so that we could pretend to be soldiers, and then escape in our automobile.
I was not sure why the military / soldiers were killing everyone but it seemed that maybe this was part of a cover-up to cover-up the possible nuclear explosion, we all had been witnesses to this, and so I assumed that for whatever reason they wanted to kill all the witnesses that they could.
Maybe this was a surprise attack from another country but who knows, I just know that I was trying to help my family and I survive, and so I immediately started my plan by killing a special forces-like soldier who was alone and who was distracted as he was shooting people in the back.
I took his equipment and I put it on, so part of my face was now covered and I had a gun, and then I moved around cautiously with my family ambushing other soldiers and killing them until all of my family were also disguised as soldiers.
We then moved in formation pretending to be soldiers, the other soldiers were too busy killing people to notice that we were not really soldiers, and we did not kill any more soldiers as we made our way to our automobile.
Many of these soldiers were just young men doing their jobs following orders it seemed, most did not seem like they enjoyed doing this and there was some panic among them too as they had to run around trying to kill all of these people running around for their lives, and so it was chaos which allowed my plan to work.
We reached our automobile, we got in, and I drove us to the military checkpoint that was set up to block anyone from escaping.
We tried to act normal and pretend to be soldiers, my face was partly covered and the helmets and body armor helped my family hide themselves a bit, and when we reached the checkpoint I showed them the military ID that I stole and I tried to sound and act like a soldier.
My plan worked and they let us pass without searching the automobile, and we drove away and probably through wilderness areas and back roads to avoid the military or whoever they were.
We probably drove through some somewhat familiar areas from past dreams and / or earlier in the forgotten parts of the dream, but that is all that I can remember of this intense dream before I woke up.
I probably woke up with my heart beating a bit fast because the dream was so intense and realistic, I was in survival mode, and having to survive a possible nuclear explosion and then survive getting attacked by the assumed military and having to kill some soldiers is some pretty serious and intense stuff.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place in an area that somewhat reminded me of the college stadium from the first dream, but there was one or two small buildings.
I remember moving from either another building and / or from outside toward another building, and I was with my coworkers from The BP Library and some of their family members.
My coworker Mrs. M was standing outside the building with some of her family members, including some of her grandchildren who had light-color skin, and Mrs. M was saying goodbye to each person entering the building because she was resigning (quitting) her job at The BP Library.
Mrs. M was giving people hugs, smiles, and was briefly talking with people before they enter the building as she said her final goodbyes to each of us as she stood there with her family who were supporting her.
It was not said but I assumed that maybe Mrs. M was dying and that she was resigning from her job so that she could spend time with her family before she dies, but that was my assumption and it was never said.
This made the situation even more emotional, my coworker Mrs. M is a nice older woman who greets you every day with a smile and I did not want to see her leave or die, and things would not be the same without her at work.
I stood back waiting before going to say my final goodbyes to my coworker Mrs. M, I thought that I would be okay, but as I watched people saying their goodbyes I became emotional and I wanted to cry.
I tried to stop myself from crying which was very difficult to my surprise but I probably started crying when the emotions overwhelmed me but I can not remember if I cried or not, but if I did cry I made sure that no one could see or hear me.
At this point I kept trying to stop myself from crying and / or I was trying to finish crying until I felt that I could finally say my final goodbyes to my coworker Mrs. M without crying.
But to my surprise this was more difficult and was taking longer than expected because the emotions had broken through my defenses to my surprise, watching my coworker Mrs. M standing with her family saying her final goodbyes to everyone was like watching someone saying goodbye for the last time before they die, like Alexander The Great’s alleged last farewell to his soldiers.
I probably became more emotional than expected because this probably reminded me of my deceased grandmother DE, and that is one of the few things that can make me cry when something reminds me of her and of the last time that I saw her alive and of her funeral.
But I woke up before I could walk over to say my final goodbyes.
The end,
-John Jr
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