I forgot most of my dreams before I could record them except for barely part of the end of my last dream which took place during the day in the city of D.
My mom and I drove in maybe The Blue Van to the Beauregard Daily News building, my mom drove, I had a camera or part of a camera that looked similar to a portable debit / credit card reader with some images saved on it or own its memory card, and my mom sent me inside the building with it for reasons that I can not remember.
The 2018 British television drama show Press (Season 1).
This is how PBS Masterpiece describes this TV show:
Set in the world of newspapers in London – its past riven by hacking scandals, its present at the mercy of the digital age and the 24-hour news cycle, its future uncertain – this razor sharp and observant drama explores the current, turbulent media landscape and the ethical dilemmas that journalists and editors face each day.
Charlotte Riley (Peaky Blinders) and Ben Chaplin (Apple Tree Yard) star, alongside Priyanga Burford (King Charles III) and David Suchet (Poirot).
Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that the end of the dream took place during the day and I was standing in the parking lot of the shopping center by W Park in the city of D, I remember hearing and seeing and being told a story about a fictional basketball player from many years ago, and his story was in black and white because it took place so long ago (during a period where maybe racial segregation was still going on and/or had just ended).
The basketball player was a tall and large and muscular man with dark-brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who was said to be an amazing athlete and basketball player with a lot of potential, I saw a black and white video clip of him playing in a basketball game, and a referee with whitish colored skin with short dark-colored hair called a foul on him saying that he fouled another player who had whitish colored skin.
He obviously did not foul the other player, it was obviously an intentional bad call made by the referee probably because of his racist beliefs (the player was not even close to the other player, and there was clearly no foul), and it was so obviously a bad call that even the announcers were confused by the bad call; and this terrible call because a source of jokes even many years later as comedians and others would use it in some of their comedy routines.
One day the basketball player had to have surgery for something that I can not remember, the doctor botched the surgery, and the doctor botched the surgery so bad that the basketball player was never able to play any sport again; and even many years later people wondered what he would have achieved if that had never happened, and this saddened many people.
His family sued the doctor but I am not sure if they won or not because I woke up.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in an area that seemed to be where the McDonald’s in the city of D should be, Donald Trump was standing in a room with an attractive woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish colored hair who I assumed was his assistant, and there were journalist filming them and taking photographs as they both stood in front of the journalists.
They were in a kitchen-like room with maybe a window separating them from the journalists, so maybe the journalists were outside in the parking lot outside the windows but I am not sure, and sitting behind Mr. Trump and his assistant was a thin dangerous-looking man wearing a long sleeve maybe plaid button shirt who had light brownish colored skin with very short hair who looked like he used to be in a so-called Latin gang or cartel; and I assumed that he was their bodyguard, and it looked like he possibly had a gun sitting on the counter where he was sitting but I was not sure (I possibly was not even in the dream, but I am not sure).
Mr. Trump and his assistant would look at the journalists and then look back nervously at the man behind them like they were afraid of him, they kept doing this and looking stiff like maybe they were being held hostage but I was not sure, and the man sitting behind them looked calm and dangerous and in control like he was maybe enjoying this and letting them suffer a bit not knowing what he was going to do to them or not; but I was not sure, maybe he was no threat to them, but it was not clear.
Also I sensed or assumed that Mr. Trump and his assistant were in a sexual/romantic relationship but I am not sure, they continued to awkwardly stand there for the cameras and look back sometimes at the man behind them, but I woke up.
Dream 3
I had another dream before this but I got interrupted before I could voice record or think about it because the repair man came to fix the telephone line, so I can not remember that dream, but I do remember part of my last dream which was about a man with whitish colored skin with dark-colored hair who possibly had a wife or girlfriend or mother who he cared about; and I think that his father was a vampire and his father’s assistant was probably a vampire, and all of them probably lived in the same multi-story house.
The dream took place during the day and at some point in the dream the man’s father and his father’s assistant locked his son in a windowless room and chained him up to do some experiments on him while his wife or girlfriend or mother was possibly somewhere else in the house unaware of what was going on, it seemed that his father wanted to turn his son into a dangerous weapon by making him: stronger, faster, violent, ruthless, et cetera through various experiments to turn him into something else.
At some point it seemed that the experiment was working and the son started to change and grow bigger and stronger and wild and violent and he lost control of himself, the father and his assistant were excited and happy and they started to celebrate, and the father complimented his son; and something possibly happened before this or after this where maybe the wife or girlfriend or mother was possibly killed by the father and/or his assistant and/or his now out of control son, but I can not remember.
The son looked like he had turned into basically a bigger and stronger and wilder real life version of Wolverine from The X-Men, the now out of control son was angry at his father and his assistant for doing this to him and for possibly causing the possible death of his wife or girlfriend or mother, and he was so strong now that he broke his chains; and he killed his vampire father, and then his father’s assistant ran so he chased him but he escaped.
I was in the dream at this point trying to calm the son down a bit, I remember him calming down a bit and he put on a bigger and looser version of the blueish and yellowish colored uniform that Wolverine wears, and he started running outside on the roof; and I remember saying:
“Really? Yellow and blue spandex? I am sorry, but that looks ridiculous man.” or something like that.
We laughed and he said that it did not look bad to him, and I replied that at least he likes it and is comfortable wearing it regardless what others things.
He vowed to hunt down his father’s assistant and after killing him he wanted to find out what they did to him and see if he could cure himself/return back to normal, if not, he would try to use his new abilities to help people; but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
Dream 1
The first dream took place during the day at where my aunt JE’s house should be but Mrs. CH and probably her husband lived there instead, and Mrs. CH asked me to fix a computer or something like that for her; and so I went to her house to fix it, but she left to go somewhere while I fixed it.
I fixed it before she returned so I left and I came back later to let her know that I fixed it, when I came back she was there this time and I told her that it was fixed and she thanked me and maybe paid me, and then I walked to a fictional area either in the yard of E Manor or between E Manor and Mrs. R’s abandoned house; and Tpindell from YouTube lived there with maybe his girlfriend and his fictional dogs (he had at least four dogs, probably more), and my aunt DE/my uncle EE/my cousin EE and his girlfriend and their kids were visiting him as well.
I walked over to talk to them in the yard as Tpindell’s dogs walked around the yard and at some point one of his dogs (probably an English Bulldog) and another dog climbed the small fence, and they walked to the street; and so Tpindell and some of the others went after them, I remember making a comment that I did not think that Tpindell needed so many dogs or any dogs at all really, and my aunt DE got angry and she said a few things to me but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
The second dream also took place in the city of D during the day but this time at the two-story house/mansion across the street from where McDonald’s should be during what looked like maybe the 1930s or 1940s, and the actor Humphrey Bogart and an actress with whitish colored skin were journalists or playing journalists who were working on a new story about a man who claimed to have a new amazing invention.
A gather of upper-class/rich people in the city was taking place inside the mansion (everyone was dressed up, and it was a calm gathering with drinking/smoking/talking/maybe some quiet music/et cetera) and so Mr. Bogart and the actress/fellow journalist went there to meet the inventor; and the actress acted like she had a higher position than Mr. Bogart or she was his boss or she just acted like it and she liked to make the plans/decisions.
Mr. Bogart and the actress talked at a table or near a bar but then the actress backed away so that Mr. Bogart could meet the inventor and interview him, the inventor and Mr. Bogart went to a quiet area in the mansion to talk, and the inventor claimed to have a new invention that probably was a scanner/copier but I am not sure; but Mr. Bogart wanted to see proof, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 3
The third/last dream took place during late in the afternoon in a fictional place and I was walking around in a small fictional lower-class neighborhood trying to find a certain fictional restaurant with maybe a GPS, and I found it next to a street but it was abandoned; and it looked like is used to be a place where you stood outside of it and ordered your food from the sidewalk, a food stand basically, but now it was closed.
Across the street was a small fictional well-lit restaurant franchise and I could see people inside eating/drinking/et cetera, and so I walked over to go inside to see the menu; but there were people in the way and there was a narrow entrance, and so I had to keep kindly saying excuse me as I made my way further inside where I could see the well-lit menu that was on the top of the wall over the counter area.
Some of my former classmates were eating/drinking at tables and some were standing up like my former male classmate RB and my former male classmate LL, and something happened where one of them bumped into me or I bumped into them by accident; and I apologized, but they became angry and very rude and started threatening and maybe pushing me.
I got so angry/annoyed that I did something that is not like me at all and I punched one of them in the face, both of them are bigger/taller than me, and one of them charged me and I used my grappling skills to avoid being tackled; and I slammed/did a take-down to him that was so hard that it ended the fight, and I did it without even trying very hard.
People were surprised/amazed that I was able to do that so easily to a larger opponent who was trying hard to defeat me, my former classmate DF was one of the workers, and I remember her acting rude to me as well; but I woke up as I looked at the menu.
*Spring (Summer’s kitten, killed by Jack while he was tied up, she got too close I guess) | Spring 2014 – Summer 2014 | She was born in Spring, but she died in Summer.*
The end,
-John Jr
I went to bed too late, I woke up too early, feeling like I ate some improperly cooked food that gave me diarrhea.
I also could not remember any of my dreams, and I felt like even a fart would be dangerous.
Not only that, but I could not use the bathroom because several other people were in line to use the bathroom.
I felt that it would take a while before it was my turn to use the bathroom.
So I made the mistake of getting back in bed to wait to use the bathroom while trying to remember my dreams.
I accidentally went to sleep, and all I am going to say about that is that I will not be making that mistake again today.
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