Last night I only remember the last dream I had.
In the dream I was in what appeared to be a very small city-like fairground area, I was talking on my mobile phone with my friend (former classmate) SS and he was asking about the movie Cloverfield.
He asked what happened to the main characters at the end, in this dream it appeared that I was in a fictional version of the movie Cloverfield.
There were people running around and hiding like some creatures were attacking or something.
I saw different scenes like a movie showing 5 main characters from the movie Cloverfield, it was the end of the movie but unlike the real movie these main characters survived and each split up & went in separate directions in the city.
As I was watching these scenes I was telling my friend SS what I saw.
Then I heard gun shots so I stopped talking on my cell phone and I started to move to take cover.
On one side of a building I saw my brother CC with a rifle and he shot at something he thought was a creäture but it was a person, fortunately he missed.
I told CC to not shoot a gun if you do not know what you are shooting at and to stop wasting bullets.
We started to walk toward another building when a boy ran from the other side of the building and took CC’s rifle out of his hands.
The kid the ran away, so we followed him.
The kid stopped and a group of people were around the kid asking him to put down the gun but he seemed mad, sad, confused, and frustrated.
I noticed Reverend Jesse Jackson was in the crowd of people and that all the people were men that seemed to be taking part in some camp or camp meeting or whatever about race, violence, men, and Christianity.
Most of the young men seemed to be wearing black shirts and the men wore suits or more formal type clothes.
Anyway, the boy dropped the rifle but still looked sad so I was looking around for something to give him that would give him something to do so he would not keep thinking about what had happened, I was thinking a toy or something would work.
I looked in my pocket and I had two toys handguns, but I did not think that would be a good toy to give to the kid.
So I asked Rev. Jesse Jackson what he thought, he said it would be a terrible idea and looked at me like I was crazy or something, so I threw the toy guns into a trash can.
Mr. Jackson then asked everyone to come over to listen to him, he said that they were still working on preparing the activities and food, so he said that we should try talking about stuff until everything is ready.
He suggested that we should each take turns talking about some issues that are important to us and/or try to do something entertaining like comedy or something.
As I started to think about what was going on in the dream I woke up.
-John Jr 🙂