Unfortunately, all that I can remember of this dream is that it probably took place during the day in DeRidder, and at some point I possibly flew over parts of the city.
I can not remember if the dream was a lucid dream at that point or not, probably not, but I can not remember.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I was at work outside the front of The BP Library in front of the sidewalk by the bushes.
There were some computers out there that I was using to do some kind of professional development or something like that, and several fictional coworkers or fictional potential coworkers were there too trying to do the same thing.
Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was at a fictional college having a nice time enjoying the outdoors walking around sidewalks, courtyards, ponds/lakes, and more as college students and other people did the same; and I remember somehow learning about a website where you could pay the entertainment wrestler Hulk Hogan to come to where ever you are and sign autographs, talk with you, and hang out with you briefly.
I was in a good mood and I decided to do something crazy/different/unlike me so I went to Mr. Hogan’s website and I paid for him to come to the college but I can not remember how much it cost, but shortly after this I changed my mind but I do not think that you could cancel your payment or I did not know how; and so I hoped that if Mr. Hogan did show up that he would leave if he could not find me or that he would sign autographs and talk with and hang out with other people at the college.
At some point I saw Mr. Hogan standing around waiting on me, he knew that my name was John but he did not know what I looked like or sounded like, and so I watched him from a distance to see if he would leave or talk with other people at the college; but to my surprise he continued waiting, and he slowly started to become angry and frustrated and I remember him calling someone on his mobile phone several times telling them that he did not see me and that he has been waiting.
I should have just walked over to him to explain the situation and apologize to him but my social anxiety levels were high and I was uncomfortable and embarrassed and I did not want him to know what I looked or sounded like, and so I did not; and at some point Mr. Hogan started walking around asking people if they knew me and where to find me, and he started angrily accusing some people of being me.
I decided that I wanted to leave before Mr. Hogan asked someone who knew me and because I needed to urinate so I started to walk away, as I walked past the area where Mr. Hogan was I saw him arguing with my former male classmate MJ who Mr. Hogan was accusing to be me/John, and I remember hearing Mr. Hogan say: “N####r.“.
Mr. Hogan was not calling anyone that word but he did say it in his sentence, this caused my former classmate MJ and the people who heard it to get angry, and their argument became more intense and they got closer to violence; and I remember my former classmate MJ saying something like: “First of all, I am not John but I know him, second of all no one cares about your old washed up self, you are nothing but an old washed up retired wrestler; and so you better get out of my face, and you better stop using that word around here or we are going to have a problem and I am going to have to knock your old a#s out.”
I continued walking until I reached a building and I went inside a classroom of students, oddly there was a bathroom in the middle of the classroom among the desks of students, and I went into one of the bathroom stalls to urinate but some of the walls were missing so there was a woman at a desk right behind the toilet facing me and some other students around the side; and so I remember moving a roll of toilet tissue from the top of the stall and putting it in its proper place, and then I decided to sit at a desk instead of use the bathroom while class was still going.
Before I could reach my desk my former male classmate JF was trying to get to the bathroom stall so I had to say excuse me as I walked around him, we greeted each other, and I sat at a desk; and I remember talking with a male student with brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair, and I told him about the Hulk Hogan situation and he told me what he had just heard before coming to the classroom but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream is that my family and I possibly went on vacation I think to maybe see my brother CC or my brother CC joined us on our vacation, we stayed at a whitish colored one-story house in a nice quiet neighborhood that was maybe a house that was possibly used as a hotel/motel/whatever, and I left during the day to a house on the left side of the street on a street that reminded me of the street where the volleyball court in the city of D should be.
A fictional woman with whitish colored skin and her son lived there and I possibly somewhat knew them, I remember us talking and things were going good until the son asked his mom about what had happened to her grandmother or her dad’s grandmother or her husband’s grandmother who had died years ago, and the woman started to get emotional and she started to become unstable; and she told her son to never ask her about that again.
She grabbed her son and she dragged him to the kitchen where she filled a bowl with water, she sat her son at the dining room table, she sat the bowl of water on the table in front of him with a spoon, and I think that she told him to eat it or something strange like that; and so her son started eating/drinking the water from the bowl with a spoon, and then the woman left the house so I followed her because she was clearly becoming unstable and I wanted to help her if possible and make sure that she did not hurt herself or someone else.
She walked to a somewhat dangerous/bad/rough part of the city to a small store/restaurant/maybe gas station in a corner-like area by maybe an alleyway, like she wanted to do some shopping and I think that she gave me a piece of paper that she wanted me to take to the cash register to have them print her a receipt and/or a copy of the paper or something strange like that, and so I stood in line waiting to do this as she looked around the store.
The owner of the store somewhat reminded me of Caesar Millan combined with someone else like maybe the character Daniel Salazar from the television show Fear The Walking Dead, I told him the strange request that the woman wanted, and to my surprise he was going to do it; and he even offered to show me how to do it myself using the cash register, I thanked him, but I told him that I did not think that it was a good idea to try to teach me how to use the cash register to print the receipt and/or make a copy of the paper and/or whatever it is that she wanted done with the paper.
I told him that it was better if he or one of his employees do it, he said okay and he was about to do it when we got interrupted by something happening outside the store, and so we walked to the door to see people standing around the parking lot looking at a homeless man laying on the ground behind and under a large automobile like he either got run over or wanted to get ran over but he was probably alive; and we heard people talking about a dead man lying not far away, possibly in the alleyway, and then shortly after this a group of male gang members with brownish colored skin walked from the restaurant area into the store where we were.
They had just found out that the man lying dead not far away was one of their gang members and they were angry and they wanted to know who killed him, they started threatening people with their guns out and asking them if they knew what happened, and at some point they left to go find out who did it.
Shortly after they left two men entered the store, one of them looked like he might be one of my male cousins who I have not seen in many years but I was not sure, and the other man was a strange and dangerous-looking short thin man with blackish or dark-brownish colored skin wearing maybe a reddish or orangish colored winter hat/cap with strange somewhat bug-like eyes (they looked human, but they poked out a bit) who was possibly a vampire or something else; and the strange short man stayed in the store area while the other man went into the restaurant area, and they also around with guns threatening people trying to find out who killed the dead man.
The strange short man seemed like the type of person who likes to play mind games with people and then torture them slowly and then kill him, he was a creepy and strange and dangerous and violent et cetera dream character who really stood out, and he was not very loud when he spoke and he probably talked a bit strange and he was harder to understand, and to make it worse my hearing was not so good like in real life right now because of some possible sinus congestion or something like that.
The strange short man started to question me at some point but I could barely hear him and I could barely understand him so I told him so, he became angry and he pointed his gun in my face, and he told me that if I asked him to repeat himself or speak louder again that he would shoot me in the face; and I explained to him that I could not hear too well because of sinus congestion or something like that, and I apologized.
He repeated his question again but I could not understand him, I did not say anything because I was afraid that he would shoot me in the face, and so he yelled for me to answer the question or he would shoot me; and fortunately the other man called him, maybe he learned something, and then they both left.
The woman who I had come to the store with was gone now so I decided to go back to the house where my family was, once I returned to the house I walked across the street toward it, and a man with dark-brownish or blackish colored skin with blackish colored hair wearing maybe a suit followed me to the door; and he said that he needed to talk to my dad, and so I opened the door to tell my dad but the man followed me into the house without asking for permission which surprised me and I thought that was rude.
My dad was sitting in the living room on a couch and I told him that the man was here to talk to him, the man started to move a table and a couch into different locations without asking, which also surprised me and which I also thought was rude; and now I was starting to get annoyed, and I looked at my dad and he also thought that it was rude but we did not say anything.
The man sat down in a chair that he moved, he started talking to my dad cryptically about money, and then he asked my dad if he had the money to pay back for the money that he borrowed from him; and my dad said that he had some of it, but not all of it.
The man continued talking cryptically with veiled threats and he said that he wanted his money in two days, I sensed danger so I grabbed two sharpened pencils and hid them in my hands behind my back, and my dad told him that he would have his money by then; and then the man continued with his veiled warnings, but then I heard my brother CC say something to the man but I could not see my brother CC because he was in a hallway.
The man became angry and he stood up asking my brother CC what he had said to him, he started threatening my brother CC and he started reaching for a blackish colored pistol that he had hidden in the front of his pants under his suit jacket, and it is possible that my brother CC possibly had a weapon as well; but I could not see my brother CC still because the hallway wall was blocking my view.
The situation was dangerous and it felt real and I thought that it was real, I did not want my brother CC to get shot, and so I decided to risk my life and distract the man and try to calm the situation by apologizing; but he saw that I had a sharpened pencil in my hand, and he went to pull his pistol out even when I tried to explain that I was not trying to sneak attack him.
I ran to grab or knock the pistol from him but I can not remember what happened next, I can not remember if I failed or not, I think that I almost got it but that maybe he managed to point the gun at my brother CC who I still could not see because I was looking at the man; and I probably tried to calm the situation down, but I accidentally woke myself because the situation was too intense.
Dream 3
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I remember being inside my parent’s house talking to my dad, he told me that he had talked to a family he knew who had a large house and several properties and a business and I possibly had went to school with one of their children who said that they would let me stay with them for a while, and maybe that they would probably try to help me find a job and maybe get help with my anxiety/depression/et cetera.
I accepted the offer and I went to their house/business, surprisingly I was not very nervous, and I remember going inside a multi-story modern house/building/business/hotel/apartment-like place where there were many people (family, friends, renters, et cetera) getting rooms and there for business; and there was an office in a lobby where I talked to some of the family and their workers thanking them for the offer, and one of the family members showed me which room that they were going to let me stay in.
I can not remember what happened next until later in the dream when I returned to my room to find that someone else was staying in it now so I went to the office to find out what was going on, my former female classmate LM was one of the workers, and she told me that someone was renting the room now according to the records and that no room was assigned to me; and so it seemed that either the family had possibly changed their minds about letting me stay with them or they had forgotten or they were going to let me use a different room but had not picked on yet.
My former classmate LM said that all the rooms in this building were taken now so she had me follow her outside so that we could walk to the other properties to see if there were any open rooms, all the properties were on the left side of the street next to a sidewalk on a street that reminded me of the street going to B’s Park in the city of D, but there were some rivers and water in certain areas; and it was different and nicer than in real life.
We walked to several sets of one-story motel/apartment-like properties near the water but I do not think that we found me an open room so I think that my former classmate LM went back to check with the family when they return, and I remember talking with my former male classmate BH who was in a field by the water as various other people were outside enjoying the outdoors.
We saw three young men with whitish colored skin through dangerous powerful acid-like stuff at someone and/or something, they were also throwing rocks at people for fun, and so my former classmate BH yelled for them to stop; and they went to turn around to see who said that, I was afraid that they would throw acid on my former classmate BH, and so I walked forward so that they could think that it was me who had said something.
They were angry and ready to get violent so I tried to calm the situation letting them think that I was afraid and that I was going to walk away, I started to walk away and let them hit me with a rock because I predicted that they would throw a rock at me, and I would fall to the ground and pretend that I was hurt badly to make them feel like they had won hoping that they would leave people alone and walk away proud.
Like I predicted they threw a rock at me but they threw a large rock or stone at me which hit me in my back, it actually hurt more than I had expected, and then I fell on the ground pretending that it hurt worse than it really did; and this made the young men laugh and feel proud like I had expected, they taunted me, and they walked away proud without bothering anyone else.
After they left I got off the ground and I stopped faking, my former classmate BH asked me if I was okay and I told him that I was okay but that I was hurting more than I had expected, and I told him that I had been faking and that everything that I had done was part of my plan.
I either said goodbye or we walked and talked until at some point I started to walk home to tell my dad that I was not sure if the family had changed their mind or not, but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
I remember part of my last dream from last night that I think started with someone either talking about Vanessa Ives from the TV show Penny Dreadful, or it was Vanessa Ives talking about herself and about losing control in her conversation with Dorian Gray where she had to reject him because being with him would probably cause her to lose control again, and so she has to try to avoid things that might cause her to lose control.
Another part of the dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D inside a classroom that was inside the building where SA Buffet should be but in this dream the old Bonanza Steakhouse restaurant was back it seemed and a school was also in the building, and the entertainment wrestler Hulk Hogan was the teacher of the class that I was in.
I barely remember part of two dreams from last night with the first dream taking place inside a somewhat dimly lit shopping mall-like building with no windows and I think that the mall-like building had businesses, recreational areas, and living areas inside of it; and I probably lived inside of the building, but I am not sure.
I probably walked around exploring the building as I saw other people shopping, eating, drinking, talking, playing, et cetera but I only remember part of the end of the dream where I came across my former classmate DH; and my former classmate DH was in the military and he was living and training inside of the mall-like building alone.
My former classmate DH seemed distant/quiet/cold/serious/focused/et cetera like he was troubled/hiding something/training for something/avoiding something/et cetera, he acted almost like I was a stranger or negative/neutral toward me, and I knew/felt that something was not right with him.
He led me to a quiet corner alley-like area in the mall-like building where parent’s used to be able to take their kids to play on playground-like equipment to avoid disturbing other people at the mall, there were two clear entrances to this alley-like area on both ends of the alley-like area but DH had them both hooked/locked with something, and he was staying in the alley-like area instead of staying in the living areas oddly.
He said that the owners of the mall-like building let him stay in the alley-like area, probably because he was a soldier and the alley-like area was a good training area, and he used a small semi-private corner area as his bathroom; and he showed me around the alley-like area that had various playground-like equipment that he trained on and there was enough room for him to jog, and there was bouncing equipment that he used to jump around on.
He started exercising while I talked to him like he was mostly ignoring me and at some point I jokingly/seriously told him that I thought that it was wrong/messed up that he had left town for months and then returned briefly without telling his family/friends/me, but I am not sure if he responded or not (probably not); and then I changed the subject to something more positive, and I probably asked him to play catch with a ball or something that I found.
We started playing catch near one of the locked clear entrances where you could see into the rest of the mall-like area, a group of people were standing outside of this area talking, and a man in that group saw us playing catch; and he tried to open the first entrance but it was locked/tied, and so he walked to the other entrance that my former classmate DH had accidentally left unlocked.
Both clear entrances were located around corners where people on the outside could not see most of the alley-like area, so most people did not know that anyone was living in there, and they only knew that the entrances were locked and that you were not supposed to go in there; and so the man thought that we were not supposed to be in there, and he came into the alley-like area through the unlocked entrance.
He told us that we were not supposed to be in there and my former classmate DH explained to him that he had permission to stay there from the owners of the building, but the man did not believe him; and so I said a few things but the man still did not believe us, and he walked away to get security.
Security guards came and my former classmate talked with them, I knew that he had the situation under control, and so I walked off to continue exploring the building; and I came across a several story open indoor/outdoor room with a small mountain/hill with a waterfall that went into a small pond, and on top of the small hill/mountain was a group of kids taking part in something while their parent’s watched.
Hiding at the bottom of the waterfall area and spying on what was happening on the hill/mountain area I saw a short somewhat old married couple (husband and wife) who seemed to be from somewhere in Asia (Asian) (maybe China, but I have no idea), and I greeted them and I asked them why were they spying on the hill/mountain area; and the husband said that his wife had been attacked by a man who was up on the hill/mountain watching the kids with the other parent’s, and that they wanted revenge and/or for him to admit it.
The wife told me the story of how the man had attacked her and how he lied about the attack later, and so I decided to help them; and so we waited for the kids to finish doing whatever they were doing, and I was going to approach the man to try to get him to tell the truth about the alleged attack on the wife.
I was not sure what I/we would do after that, probably turn him in to the police and/or beat him up, but I woke up as I approached the man.
The second dream was unclear and confusing with parts of the dream world changing a bit without me noticing it in the dream, the dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of D near where HD Head Start and the BP Alternative School should be, and I was inside maybe a mall-like building at first again; and I walked through several auditorium-like rooms where people were watching films, watching concerts, watching sporting events, and hanging out.
I stopped in the auditorium-like room where people were hanging out and I came across my former classmate WG, and so I started talking with him near the upper seating area that had some tables looking out to an opening to the outside where you could see a lake with a dock area with living areas in the distance; and at some point I saw the entertainment wrestler Hulk Hogan walk past me to sit at a table near the opening to the outside.
He was walking slowly like he might have been slightly drunk and was trying to avoid stumbling while enjoying the buzz, and he noticed that I recognized him which seemed to make him feel proud/better about himself; and I greeted him, and he greeted me back saying a few things but I am not sure if he called me Brother or not.
I felt that Hulk Hogan was being paid to hangout and have fun at the building to promote the building/business and that his family was staying at the living area at the dock area by the lake for free and/or that he was a co-owner of the building, it seemed that normally you had to pay to enter the building and pay for stuff inside the building and that the living area at the dock area was very expensive, but it seemed that Hulk Hogan and his family did not have to worry about that.
Hulk Hogan sat at the table looking like he had enjoyed himself too much and he seemed to also enjoy being recognized by people, he sat at the table briefly, and I think that his kids and/or wife were riding a boat in the lake back to the living area outside; and so he got up from his table to walk outside to walk to the living area to be with his family.
After he walked away my former classmate WG made a face of hatred/disgust and he called Hulk Hogan: “A good for nothing drunk!” to my surprise, and I thought that was mean.
He said it like he personally knew Hulk Hogan and he said it with so much hatred that I decided not ask him about why he felt that way because I did not want him to get angrier, and so I did not say anything but I wondered why he hated Hulk Hogan so much and I wondered if he had evidence for his claim.
At some point I started noticing a few people (all men oddly) who looked like they were security guards and/or paid to be there to make the building seem more popular than it really was, and then I went outside to leave the building; and outside the fence I saw more of the security guard/paid to be there people, and they were blocking the entrance to the gate.
Oddly many of them looked like clones of my former classmate JC wearing fake-like police riot gear, they were doing part security and part pretending to be hanging out, and so they seemed weird and out-of-place; and some people were complaining because they would not let them in the gates without paying and/or without a pass.
At some point the dream world changed a bit without me noticing where the building was now in the sky/air several stories, and you had to walk up and/or climb up a giant beanstalk or tree that was at almost a forty-five degree angle; and something happened that I can not remember where I went up to the courtyard of the building with several people, and there were some sunken areas and steps that led up to the building.
A group of men who seemed like they just got out of jail came, it almost seemed like we were there for job tryout or something, but a fight started; and someone probably had a gun and started shooting, and maybe the dream went semi-lucid where I realized that I probably had dream powers and I started to fly to avoid getting shot.
The dream then slightly changed again without me noticing where the building/business was having a parade to promote their business on the street in front of the building, a group of rappers were not invited to be in the parade, and so they were angry; and they decided to crash the parade/jump in the parade without permission.
There were three rappers and the first rapper jumped into the parade with guns, music, automobiles, women, et cetera drawing all the attention to himself; and then the second rapper did the same, and then the third rapper.
They had a good time crashing the parade and the parade kept going with them in it, but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
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