I only remember part of my last dream, which was an interesting dream, but I forgot most of it when I woke up from the dream accidentally talking out-loud and/or snoring; and so the dream is lacking some context, and many important parts of the dream are missing.
I could be wrong but I think that all the dream took place inside a fictional building/house that I think was one-story tall even though it had a roof that was at least two-stories tall, I can only remember part of the end of the dream, and I remember being in the second part or the middle part of the building/house in a large maybe light grayish colored room that had many twin sized beds.
Before this part of the dream I think that I talked with my former male classmate DH, my former male classmate BH who acted more mischievous like he used to act when we were both in elementary school, and my former male classmate JC who I remember talking to about his dad who died years ago when we were in college and I remember telling him that I was sorry about his dad dying.
The large open room of twin sized beds also had an eating/drinking area on the right side of the room against the wall, it seemed like this part of the building/house was a shelter and there were a variety of people there like maybe a small storm was taking place and/or they just needed somewhere to live, and there were probably other basic areas that I did not see like bathrooms/laundry room/et cetera.
I wish that I could remember more of this dream because I know that a lot more things happened in this dream and I talked to various people and I did various things, and at some point I remember seeing a thin young woman who somewhat reminded me of Zoe Benson from the TV show American Horror Story: Coven on one of the beds who I think had recently broken up with her boyfriend and/or who had recently been abused in one or more ways; and I remember over-hearing conversations between some of her family members and her I think, and at some point I walked over to her to encourage her because she was probably sad.
My words of encouragement seemed to help her and she started smiling but then she started to approach me seductively like she was trying to seduce me, in my opinion she seemed to be trying to get me to have sex with her to help her forget/ignore her pain/bad experiences/et cetera, and I remember slowly backing away as she approached me because it just did not feel/seem right to me.
I could not tell how old she was and so I was not sure if she was even an adult yet and to me she was a young woman who was vulnerable and hurt and who needed help and encouragement, and I only wanted to help her; and so I had no interest in a romantic relationship with her and I politely told her this, but she kept approaching me talking seductively and touching me as I continued to back away resisting her.
Eventually I accidentally fell on a bed and she jumped into my lap trying to have sex with me as I continued to verbally and physically resist her but she would not stop, and so I managed to escape her; and I ran to a room on the left side of the building/house, and this room had the entrance/exit door of the building/house.
This room looked like a larger version of my grandfather’s living room and on the right side of the room was stadium style seating that went up to the tall ceiling, and there were people there about to start a religious-like service for a special religion/whatever that was made by a certain family who seemed to all be sisters who had light-to-medium brownish colored skin and who were slightly over-fat/obese; and the head sister was going to lead the service/whatever.
A man with whitish colored skin wearing a suit and two women with whitish colored skin wearing dress clothing entered the room through the entrance/exit door and I could see that it was night outside and that maybe a storm was happening outside or it was just windy maybe, and all three of them looked/dressed like they were from maybe the 1920s; and one of the women either spoke no English or she could barely speak English because she was from another country and she was pregnant, and she had short blackish colored hair with a 1920s-style hat with part of her hair and/or her hat curled over/near both of her ears.
The other women spoke English normally and she looked angry and she was complaining to the man because she had found out that he had an affair with the woman from another country and he got her pregnant, the man told her that he liked both of them and he wanted to have a relationship with both of them, and he had brought them to the religious/whatever service together hoping that they could help them with this situation and/or another situation.
The three of them were welcomed by the head sister leading the religious service/whatever and they sat down in the stadium style seating with the rest of the crowd and I sat in middle row at the top, and the actress Charlize Theron was sitting in the row in front of me and she had short hair; and then the head sister started the religious service/whatever, and she told the crowd that she sensed conflict/tension/et cetera in the crowd that would interfere with the ritual/service/whatever that they were about to perform for the man and the two women.
The head sister looked at one of her sisters’ in the crowd who looked a bit like her and she told her sister that she was sensing the conflict/tension/et cetera from her, she told her that she needs to deal with it before they start the ritual/service/whatever, and the sister admitted that the head sister was correct; and she told her that she wanted to admit something that was bothering her, and she told the head sister that she was no longer going to support the special religion/whatever of their family because she recently converted back to another religion (probably Christianity) to worship a deity (probably the Christian god).
The head sister and her started arguing about the situation and eventually the sister rebuked the head sister and the special religion/whatever of their family saying negative things about it, and she started saying a prayer (probably a Christian prayer) in another language (probably Latin); and the head sister started to smile and laugh at her sister, and the head sister decided to prove that the special religion/whatever of their family was stronger than her sister’s new religion (probably Christianity).
The head sister told her sister that she was about to show her a sample of the power of the special religion/whatever of their family, and sister said a few words in an unknown language that caused everyone in the room to get temporarily paralyzed causing her sister to instantly stop her prayer; and it hit us almost like a dragon shout from the video game The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim where you could somewhat see and sense it coming at us, and I remember being paralyzed with my hands stretched out in front of me and my feet hanging as I sat in my seat.
My hands and my feet were shaking as my muscles slowly became un-paralyzed and I was one of the last people to become fully un-paraylzed, and people started laughing at me because of how my feet and hands were shaking; and I started laughing as well, it was a strange/interesting feeling getting temporarily paralyzed like that, but I handled it pretty well without much fear or any fear.
The head sister proved that the special religion/whatever of their family was real and stronger but I am not sure what her sister’s response was, maybe they continued arguing but I can not remember, I just remember Charlize Theron turning around looking/smiling/laughing at me about how my hands/feet were still shaking a bit; and Mrs. Theron showed me something she learned from attending services/whatever of the special family religion/whatever, and she started blowing cold and strong air at me from her mouth almost like something Superman would do.
I was amazed/surprised and I tried to do it but I could not, Mrs. Theron smiled/laughed at me and she did it again so that I could see it done again, and then I tried again but I failed again; and so I decided to see if I could stop her from doing it instead, but I could not stop her from doing it and it was too powerful.
I gave up and I started to ask Mrs. Theron how to do that but then everyone got quiet as the music artist Imogen Heap walked into the room from the second/middle room from earlier in the dream wearing pajamas like she had been awakened by the noise that we were making, and it seemed that maybe she owned/lived in this building/house.
She walked into the room talking out-loud to herself and/or us and she heard someone knocking on the entrance/exit door, and so she opened the door to let someone inside and then she closed the door; but then she heard another noise and she was going to open the door, but I told her that I would open it.
I opened the door to look out of the screen door but I saw no one and it was still night outside and maybe there was a storm outside, and so I closed the door; and Imogen Heap turned on a TV that was on the left side of the door, exactly where my grandfather’s TV is in his living room (because this room did look like a larger version of my grandfather’s living room with fictional stadium seating), and on the TV was a BBC-like documentary-like TV program showing a woman in maybe the 1940s who could have been the Queen Of England and/or someone like that.
Imogen Heap walked over in front of where the closed off fireplace is next to a ceiling fan that was on the floor oddly and she turned it on, but the blades stopped spinning like they got stuck on something; and so I started to see if I could fix it, I saw that the ceiling fan was cracked so part of it was stopping the blades from spinning, and so I adjusted this so that the blades could spin and I moved the ceiling fan so that the brick part of the fireplace would hold it in place but the ceiling fan broke apart with the blades still spinning.
Oddly there were napkins over the motor so I could not see it and the blades were still spinning, and I struggled to find the off switch on the motor so that I could turn it off but the ceiling fan broke apart completely and it stopped working; and so I started trying to put it back together and I apologized to Imogen Heap, even though it was not my fault really because it was already cracked and ready to fall apart, and I started explaining what had happened to Imogen Heap but I accidentally woke up in the real world talking out-loud and/or snoring.
The end,
-John Jr
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