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A Hostage Situation & An Angry Sister

All that I can remember of this dream or dreams from last night is that it or they took place during the day, I remember being inside a store or bus or boat with some other people, and at some point a group of armed men arrived.

The armed men included some of my former male classmates from Eastside and my brother CC, and for some reason they reminded me of the Somali pirates from the film Captain Phillips (which I have not seen yet).

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Getting Held Hostage Twice

I forgot all but part of one of my dreams from last night that took place on an upper floor of a windowless building it seemed, and I was there with a group of other people inside a room.

A gang and/or cartel and/or mafia and/or paramilitary and/or SWAT-like group of men burst into the room and took us hostage, they had man with them who was the leader, but I can not remember what he looked like.

Some of them had full body armor with helmets, eye protection, elbow pads, knees pads, et cetera with assault rifles.

These men seemed to be vampires in my opinion so I assume that they were faster, stronger, and maybe had some powers but I can not remember why I thought that they were vampires.

There were more of us than them but I did not think that we stood a chance against them, I have no idea what they wanted, but their hostage situation got interrupted by another man who seemed to be a vampire who entered the room.

This vampire had no weapons or armor but he easily and quickly killed the entire group holding us hostage like it was easy, he was clearly very powerful, and as we were thanking him we realized that he was now taking us hostage so now we were hostages again.

I have no idea why he was taking us hostage but it seemed that he was just doing this for fun, like a strange person who likes to take people hostage and play with them like toys making them do whatever he wants them to do, like someone playing house but with real people.

Some of the others hostages probably were considering attacking the vampire to try to defeat him so that we could escape but I felt that we did not stand a chance, I did not want anyone to die, and so I convinced them to let me try to get on his good side to hopefully get him to let us go eventually.

I focused on doing whatever he said and trying to keep him distracted as he would tell us to do various things, have us thank him a lot, have us tell him how much fun we are having, and various strange things like that.

He was pretty strange and creepy in a dangerous and relaxed kind of way, you were afraid that he could get bored or angry and kill you if you do not keep him entertained and do what he says, and so we had to keep playing nice with our hostage taker which was weird.

While doing this some of us were trying to look for opportunities to escape or ways to defeat him in case my plan failed, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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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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Looking At Objects With My Former Classmate TS | Macaulay Culkin & Playing A Long Arcade Game

Dream 1

All that I can remember of the first dream is being inside a windowless building, possibly after or during a hostage situation and/or attack and/or something like that, and during this part of the dream things were calm enough where some of us could at least explore parts of the building.

There were many objects in one room that were possibly for sale and/or for trade and/or for free like at a flea market/pawn shop/antique store/donation place/whatever et cetera, I was walking around looking at objects, and my former female classmate TS was there as well.