Homeland (Season 8)

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My sleep and dreams got interrupted earlier than usual when I woke up suddenly for no clear reason, and then I started to feel that something was not right, so I went to use the bathroom where I then realized that I had diarrhea, so I was using the bathroom for a while.

During this time I forgot most of my dreams except for barely part of my last dream, and then after I finished using the bathroom I suddenly remembered barely part of a dream fragment that I will type as its own dream because I am not sure where it belongs.

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I am not sure if this is one dream or two dreams, and so I will type them separately.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the night in my parent’s yard outside of my parent’s windows that face the back door, and I was outside holding an unknown male baby who looked like he could be my nephew or son or brother because he looked somewhat like my nephew CC and me.

The Mission To Save Saul Berenson

I am not sure what order each part of this dream from last night are supposed to be in, and so I will type them randomly.

All that I can remember of this part of the dream is that it took place during the day and I was driving down the street past a somewhat fictional version of W Park from the street by the shopping center, and I parked in the parking lot across from the shopping center.

On a fictional grassy area next to this parking lot I saw my former male classmate DH standing while sweating and breathing hard like he had been exercising (probably jogging), and he stopped to cool down because he was finished and/or tired so I walked over and greeted him and talked with him; but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

In another part of the dream I probably saw a trailer or commercial for maybe a film about aliens, and it looked interesting so I wanted to see it.

In possibly another part of the dream my brother GC went with me to a movie theater (cinema) to watch the film that I saw on that trailer (commercial), I assume that we drove but I can not remember, and inside the lobby there was a somewhat over-fat male worker with white skin and maybe a receding hairline behind the counter.

I forgot something in my automobile, maybe my money, and so I went to get it while my brother GC bought his ticket for the film.

When I got back inside the cinema my brother GC was gone, I assumed that he had already went inside to watch the film, and so I went to buy my ticket but I could not remember the name of the film that I wanted to watch.

I told the male worker that I think that the film was about aliens so I asked him if any of the films playing was about aliens, he said yes, and so I bought a ticket for that film hoping that it was the correct film.

The poster for this film looked like it was in black and white, the trailer that I saw was for a film in color, and so I hoped that I had not just paid for a ticket to the wrong film.

I asked the male worker if he had seen my brother GC, I described him, and the male worker said that he was watching one of the films but he could not remember which film so I went to watch the alien film that I just bought a ticket for.

Inside the movie theater auditorium (room) I did not see my brother GC, the film that started playing seemed like an old black and white film, and I was not enjoying it and it was not the film that I saw in the trailer so I went back to the lobby to see if I could switch and watch a different film instead.

While I was doing this my brother GC walked over, he was looking for me, and he had possibly been watching the wrong film as well.

We could not figure out which film I had seen in the trailer, I asked the male worker about the black and white film and he said that it was terrible, and so my brother GC and I decided to watch another film since we could not figure out which film I had seen in that trailer.

Unfortunately we were also disappointed with this film, and we started to leave in disappointment without seeing the film that we had arrived to see.

Another part of the dream involved me being in an one-story building, I walked from one area that I can not remember down a long hallway to another area, and in this area some nice over-fat women with white skin were selling objects like markers (invisible ones whose ink would only show in maybe the dark or something like that, pink ones, and more), popsicles (cheap artificial banana, another artificial fruit flavor that was red, and some other random flavors), and a few other things.

I looked around at some of the objects and I remember asking about the popsicles, the women said that they were cheap and nasty in their opinion so I did not buy any, and then I walked to another area where there were some women renting out some office spaces.

A thin man with brown skin wearing a baseball hat (cap) who looked like the boyfriend or husband of my former female classmate FS and his young son who had brown skin with short black hair were in this area, and the man was looking at the office spaces like he wanted to rent one.

I walked through the office areas that were for rent, and I found a hidden room that led to what I assume was a secret CIA room where CIA agents and maybe other agents were working.

This was like the television series Homeland, they had many computers and screens and other devices, and they were communicating with various agencies and the military as they worked on a mission to save the character Saul Berenson from the television series Homeland.

Saul had been taken hostage by an Islāmic terrorist group, which actually happened on the television series during one season, and he had managed to escape the building and contact them and he was trying to reach the extraction point where the military would arrive to rescue him.

The dream jumped to Saul wearing a disguise and running with an AK-47 in his hands, he was wearing clothing of one of the members of the Islāmic terrorist group and a turban, and I saw dead members of the Islamic terrorist group scattered around the outside of the compound like Saul had killed them.

It was day and the compound was in the middle of nowhere so Saul was running to reach the extraction point, but the assumed leader of this Islāmic terrorist group or the leader of the group holding him hostage caught up to Saul and they started fighting.

The leader was a man with light-brown skin, Saul actually fought well and managed to create some space and knock the leader to the ground, and then Saul was going to shoot and kill him.

The leader looked afraid and shocked as Saul was about to pull the trigger, he probably begged Saul to not shoot him (they exchanged a few words), but then there was a gunshot as Saul was about to shoot him and Saul fell to the ground.

Behind Saul was a man with light-brown skin holding an AK-47, he had shot Saul, and he was part of a group of reinforcements of the Islāmic terrorist group.

The leader was angry that he shot Saul, they wanted and needed him alive, one or more military helicopters were arriving to pick up Saul but they saw the huge group of reinforcements and they saw Saul laying on the ground shot so they quickly flew away disappointed and sad.

It was not clear if Saul was dead or alive, the dream jumped back to the CIA room as the CIA agents and others looked shocked and sad and angry and disappointed, and there was a lot of confusion.

No one probably bothered me as I stood there watching this, there was a woman with white skin who was dressed up and she had been the one leading the mission to save Saul, and after the shock of failing their mission she immediately ordered everyone to focus on the Islāmic terrorist group.

They rounded up some people to interrogate and I remember watching one of their interrogations from a room where some of the agents were watching the interrogation from a different room, I remember them interrogating a man with white skin who knew a bit about the Islāmic terrorist group (maybe he was a follower of Islam who had once had some indirect involvement with them once), and he told them that they would help followers of Islam (Muslims) get to different countries and they would provide other services to help people so they were not just a terrorist group.

But they were very dangerous and violent and the Muslims they helped were usually afraid to speak out against them or to help the authorities stop them because they were afraid of being kidnapped and tortured and killed et cetera, and because this terrorist group did some positive things too.

This man was also afraid and only revealed this much because he was afraid that the CIA were going to torture him, maybe they did rough him up a bit and they were angry about failing to rescue Saul so they were pressuring and threatening him very hard, and so he told them what he could.

They had been investigating this Islāmic terrorist group and some other terrorist groups, but their investigation had not been going well and Saul getting kidnapped and now shot had changed things so now they were focusing most of their resources on this one terrorist group.

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

The end,

-John Jr

Safety First

Daily  Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Safety First, and this is what it said: “Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.”.

And this is my response:

Almost two weeks ago my brother GC told me that he saw someone outside The G House during the night who seemed to be throwing something at The G House and he said that it sounded like rocks hitting The G House, so at first I thought that it was just our male cousin DE throwing pool salt on The G House during one of his unstable moods because I had seen him doing this earlier in the day until my dad said that he saw two maybe thin suspicious young men or men with maybe dark-brownish colored skin wearing maybe hooded jackets walking down the street who had looked at The G House strangely, later that night I was walking outside when I saw an unknown young man or man in front of The G House who matched their descriptions of the two young men or men they saw earlier but our automobiles were blocking my view of him and anyone else who was with him and I heard what sounded like rocks hitting The G House so I realized that it was not my cousin DE but it was someone else who seemed to be throwing rocks at The G House so I went inside to tell my family before walking over to see what was going on, and my dad saw two young men or men running away when they heard him go outside.

So these two determined sneaky unknown rock throwers had thrown rocks at The G House possibly three different times during the cold night like they were trying to get my male cousin DE to come out of the house like they were specifically targeting him so I assume that they know him and that he knows them, my parent’s went to check on my male cousin DE but he would not answer the door even though they could see him laying on the ground on his mattress moving around, and after this I was on alert the rest of the night and for several days later hoping to figure out who these rock throwers were and what they wanted but I never saw them again.

This really bothered and annoyed and angered me because we had no defense against this, no cameras, no dogs on that side of the yard, no lookouts, no way to stop them from escaping, no idea who these people were or what they really looked like exactly or what they wanted or if they were armed with other weapons or not, and calling the police would not help because they would just run away before the police could arrive and not be caught; and something like this has not happened before and I do not like things like this, I do not like having our defenses breached and knowing that we have no defense against something like this, and so it made me feel unsafe because of our situation because the rock throwers have the advantage and there is not much that we can do about it except risk chasing/following them next time until we can figure out where they live so that we can report them to the police but their hit and run stealth tactics during the night would likely prevent us from being able to do this.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it was inspired by the television series Homeland, I watched the season finale last night, and the dream started during the day on the first floor of a fictional school in a classroom where there were younger students and older students in the same class oddly; and I was a student in this class, and some of my former classmates were possibly in this class as well.

An Islāmic terrorist group of armed somewhat relaxed men (college aged and slightly older) wearing Western (European, American, et cetera) style clothing who reminded me of the terrorist group from this season of Homeland entered our classroom and they took it over, and they took me and a boy with dark-brownish colored/blackish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who reminded me of the character Strika from the film Beasts Of No Nation combined with someone else hostage; and they chained both of us to two beds, and they forced us to lay on the beds or the floor all the time without being able to walk or stand up.

Oddly I never remember the police or anyone trying to stop them, they even probably let different classes take place in the classroom, but they continued to hold the boy and I hostage for days and probably weeks; and they even let doctors and nurses come check on us sometimes

This was a terrible experience because it felt pretty realistic so time moved slower in a more realistic way even though there were time jumps sometimes, I remember us getting physically tired and weaker and mentally and emotionally less stable as the weeks went by, and we were always forced to lay on the ground or on the beds so this was a terrible way to live for weeks; and we had to urinate in urinal containers/whatever, but I never remember defecating oddly.

Some members of the terrorist group would even leave and return sometimes, they always left someone to watch us and whichever class was taking place, and so this dream dragged on for weeks living like this; and it seemed that the doctors and nurses could only check us, but not help us so we were slowly deteriorating but I tried to keep myself and the boy as stable as I could mentally and emotionally and socially but it was a terrible experience so it was hard trying to stay stable.

I remember one of the doctors who would sometimes check us being a somewhat older balding man with whitish colored skin wearing glasses and a whitish colored doctor’s/lab coat and one of the nurses was a slightly overweight woman with whitish colored skin wearing nurse/medical scrubs, and I remember the nurse telling me that my lungs were weakening and that she wanted to do some more tests next time.

This dream was like torture laying mostly on your stomach on the floor or on a bed for weeks chained to a bed deteriorating slowly and only being given minimal food and water and having to urinate in a urinal container and either taking no baths or having to bathe with a bit of water and soap in a small pan while people have class around you as the terrorist group relaxed in the background, and no one was stopping the terrorist group oddly; and so I assumed that maybe they were having a standoff with the police/military that prevented them from saving us.

At some point the terrorist group got so relaxed that they left us alone briefly in the classroom with a class of students, Michael Jordan and a few of my former classmates were in the class, and the boy ended up buying and taking some drugs from another student because he was desperate to do anything to numb this hostage/torture experience; but the boy had a seizure and he lost consciousness, and I asked the other students to call for help but they were afraid that the terrorist group would kill them when they got back and I was worried that they were correct about this so Michael Jordan suggested giving the boy some Benadryl.

Mr. Jordan had found an old large box full of Benadryl and he gave it to me, I remember checking the boy’s pulse and I could feel his pulse and his heart was beating very fast, and so I was afraid to give him the Benadryl; and so I asked Mr. Jordan and the others if they could at least call my family to see if they could convince the terrorist group to let the boy go at least so that my family could take him to the hospital, and so one of them called my parent’s before the terrorist group got back.

My parent’s and maybe one of my brothers arrived in The BV (one of my parent’s automobiles) but the terrorist group had returned, the classroom was now an indoor and outdoor area at the same time which makes no sense, but the classroom was now combined with the parking lot by the swimming pool at W Park in the city of D; and I told my parent’s about the situation, and they went to talk to the terrorist group to see if they could convince them to let us go.

They used some papers to trick/convince the terrorist group to let us go or let the boy go, something happened that I can not remember where either I lost consciousness or I went to sleep or there was a time jump or somehow I missed this, but the boy was suddenly gone and my parent’s were suddenly gone like maybe they rushed the boy to the hospital but forgot me or they only managed to convince the terrorist group to free the boy so I was still a hostage unfortunately; but I was happy that the boy was free, and I hoped that he was okay.

Later in the dream the terrorist group left me alone briefly in the classroom again with a class who were watching a film and they had the teacher of the class watch me, the teacher was a tall thin man with whitish colored skin who wore glasses and a sweater vest and khaki pants, and somehow I was free of my chains or I got free from my chains; and I decided to try to sneak out of the class, but the teacher saw me and he asked me where I was going.

I told him that I was going somewhere that I can not remember, but I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it also took place inside a classroom, maybe inside the same school from the first dream, and I was in a class that had some of my former classmates in it like maybe my former male classmates JA and MJ and MW et cetera; and I remember some of them complaining that they were sick and they felt that it was because of them being kept inside a classroom for a long time, and so I assumed that they had possibly been in one of the classes that took place in the classroom where I had been held hostage in the first dream.

They seemed to have a stomach sickness or something like that because their stomachs were bothering them, and I remember some of them releasing body fluids like maybe vomit and/or something else; and I tried to convince them to go to the doctor, but they did not want to go.

So I asked them to at least consider taking some apple cider vinegar to see if that helps, they told me that they would consider it, and I once again told them to go see a doctor; but the next dream started or I woke up and went back to sleep and then the next dream started.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I remember seeing a commercial about what seemed to be an automated news stand/newspaper stand, the newspaper stand looked like it was outside near the highway at the edge of the field/parking lot of the BP TD’s area by the fairground, and then suddenly I was there during the day with The BV (which is one of my parent’s automobiles); and I remember driving into the highway on the right lane near where S’s Motel should be, and I remember an automobile moving to the left lane when they saw me driving this big slow automobile.

Then I realized that I was in the back seat but somehow I was driving The BV, which made no sense and I could see the real steering wheel in the front of The BV like it should be and I realized that I could not see well trying to drive from the backseat, and so I started to make a right turn to pull into a fictional parking lot of what seemed to be a restaurant that only had a few automobiles parked near the front of it; and I went to use the brakes but they were weak and not completely stopping The BV, and it turned sideways and it kept sliding toward the building and automobiles that were parked in the parking lot.

I tried to reach the front so that I could get in the front seat to the real steering wheel and brakes as The BV continued sliding toward the building and automobiles, the front seat was pulled up to where I was struggling to try to get in it, and so I could only barely get one foot on the real brake; but it seemed that I would not be able to stop in time to prevent from crashing into the automobiles and/or building, I started to panic a bit as I rushed to stop because this felt so real, but I accidentally woke myself up.

The end,

-John Jr

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