Text / In-Text Links / Link Text + A Political Campaign + Steamed White Rice + A Mouse + A Hypodermic Needle = ?

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Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons

I overslept last night and I woke up several times to use the bathroom without voice recording my dreams, and so I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of the end of my last dream; but there were more parts of this dream that I can not really remember, and maybe those parts of the dream took place during the day inside a building/apartment/medical clinic/hospital/and/or several places like that.

One part of the dream involved a political campaign but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream, and another part of the dream that was probably inspired by Zemanta and blogging on and The Daily Post blog post from yesterday called Declutter Your Prose: Three More Phrases To Avoid involved anchor text/in-text links/link text.

During this part of the dream I was probably blogging on my blog and/or something like that and using anchor text/in-text links/link text but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream, and the last part of the dream took place during the day inside my parent’s house; and my mom, my brother CC, my brother KD, my brother TD, and I were there.

My mom and some of my brothers were cooking food and I cooked some steamed white rice that was nice and moist and sticky to go along with the food that they were cooking, and I put some of the steamed rice in a bowl carrying it with one hand and I put a disposable latex glove on the other hand, and I went into the living room to a fictional mouse cage that was by the television.

I was changing something in the mouse cage or something like that and I dropped my bowl of steamed rice and the whitish colored mouse that was in the cage started grabbing some of my rice to eat, and so I tried to stop it from getting into my bowl; but I accidentally put pressure on its back, and so it opened its mouth around my gloved finger showing its teeth like it was going to bite me.

I calmly talked to it asking it not to bite me and telling it that I was just trying to get my bowl of rice back as I slowly moved my hand back while picking up my bowl, I left some steamed rice for it to eat, and it did not bite me; and it started eating the rice, and then I heard someone mention a probably used hypodermic needle that my brother CC found and/or brought home.

My brother CC possibly lost it/dropped it in the house somewhere so we were going to have to find it before someone steps on it, there was complaining about my brother CC bringing home something like that which was dangerous/unsanitary, and could get someone sick/infected if they got stabbed by it; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


Aunt CE Almost Dies Again? | A Better World / Culture / Life

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I had several dreams last night but I slept good and long for the second time in a row this week, I have not slept well for most of the week, and so I only remember part of two dreams.

Dream 1

The first dream that I remember was pretty realistic, even though my aunt CE who died this year was in the dream, and in this dream she was in bad health like she was before she died in real life; and so she was in a bed maybe in a special area of a hospital or somewhere, but she was in an area alone away from the main building I guess and I was there with her at some point.

My mom and some of my aunts were probably there but probably left to eat in the hospital, to get there I guess you had to leave my aunt CE’s room and walk down a sidewalk that led to the main hospital building, I think that the dream took place during a dark-cloudy time of day but I am not sure since the sidewalk/catwalk had a cover to protect from rain.

I was left alone for a moment I guess to watch over my aunt CE, I can not remember most of the dream but my aunt CE & I probably talked at some point, but then her heart stopped or started slowing down (in real life she had heart problems and needed another heart transplant); and she lost consciousness.

I went to check her heartbeat but I did not feel it or it was too slow, I think that it stopped, and so I yelled/called/pressed a button for help; and I remember trying to figure out what to do to help, and I was panicking a bit.

There were no nurses in this area, oddly, and so it would probably take them a while to get to us or to contact them; and I remember talking to my unconscious aunt CE telling her not to die on me/us (again(?)), and my mom came running into the room.

Time was running out and so we needed to start her heart back now before it was too late, and so my mom told me to grab an emergency needle/syringe-thing that probably had something in it (a drug/chemical/medicine) & I knew that it had to be stabbed/injected into the person’s heart (like on Pulp Fiction?).

I did not want to do it but I saw no other choice, it was hard trying to get myself to do it & my mom had to keep encouraging me, and then I finally stabbed/injected the needle/syringe-like thing into my aunt CE’s heart (this was pretty realistic and it was very hard to do & dramatic); and then I removed it, and we waited to see if her heart would start back, and in a few moments her heart did start back.

That gave me some relief but I was still shaken up from such a stressful situation, which I thought was real, some of my aunts came into the room late to see what had happened as we waited for the nurses/doctors to arrive.

My aunt CE was still unconscious, so we were not sure how much damage was done from when her heart had stopped, and so we hoped for the best as we waited for the nurses/doctors; and I woke up.

Dream 2

The last/second dream that I somewhat remember took place in a slightly fictional version of Eastside on my parent’s street during the day, and I seemed to be a worker/helper/principal/a person who was looked up to/a role-model/hero/whatever for a school-like place for kids and adults.

Everyone seemed to know me and were positive to me as I walked around inside and outside this fictional school-like place where people of many ages were talking, eating, drinking, playing, learning, et cetera.

It seemed that I had finally learned a way to cope with this life/world/culture in some way that allowed me to make money/survive and help people, and my life was mostly positive now; and I was making a positive difference in the lives of many people, who were inspired by me for some unknown reason that I was not even sure of in the dream.

I walked around playing with kids, giving advice to teenagers, teaching various things to adults, helping around here & there, and making sure that things were going smoothly around the area.

It was a very nice dream, too nice to be real, and mostly everyone was getting along with each other; and this school-like place was providing most of the things that we Humans need to survive like food, drink, shelter, healthcare, community, education, a purpose/mission/jobs/hobby/et cetera.

It was the kind of world/culture/life that I did not have a problem living in, unfortunately I can not remember some of the dream, but there was much more to this dream that I can not remember.

At some point outside I played with some of the kids, my cousin ME & maybe another cousin of mine were with that group of kids, and they had wanted me to play with them & so I did; and I told them some stories from my childhood.

It seemed that I tried to help people learn from some of my mistakes so they would not repeat them, help them learn some of the many things that I learned through the years, help them to find things in life they enjoy doing, help them learn to work together, and many other things.

It was amazing getting to see the world/culture/life change for the better and actually being part of the positive change, it was finally a life worth living, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr