Playing On A Professional Baseball Team | Boxes At A Post Office With Help Me Written On Them In Blood?

Dream 1

I woke up to use the bathroom at least twice during the night without voice recording my dreams, and so I forgot most of my dreams that I had before I went back to sleep except for barely part of one dream; and I barely remember part of two dreams that I had after I went back to sleep.

The first dream took place during the day in the city of D probably near the field across the street from the S store that is across the street from Eastside, and near the fictional fields further down from that near where the abandoned Bread Store should be which are sometimes in my dreams; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

The second dream took place probably during the day inside a professional indoor baseball stadium with stadium-style seating and I was a new/rookie player on a fictional professional baseball team, but I am not sure if it was a minor league baseball team or a major league baseball team (MLB).

The older/veteran players (one of them was the actor Dennis Haysbert) treated new/rookie players poorly and they would act like you did not exist the rest of the time and the coaches would usually not let you play, and so you would usually sit on the bench; and we ran out on the baseball field to play a baseball game against another team.

Our coach was a somewhat older somewhat over fat man with whitish colored skin wearing our teams vertical striped uniform (it was a whitish colored with maybe blueish colored vertical stripes) with a baseball hat/cap, and to my surprise he told me that I would be playing center field during this game because their older/veteran center field player was no longer playing for the team now (maybe he retired).

I was surprised and happy for the chance to play and center field was my favorite and best position that I used to play when I played baseball as a kid in the DY Baseball Little League(s), I was very good at playing in the outfield (especially center field), but the older/veteran players on the team like Mr. Haysbert made some negative comments to and about me because they did not like the thought of a new/rookie player getting to play.

The baseball game started at some point and the other team was up to bat and their first batter hit the ball and he got to first base, the second batter got up to bat and he hit a ground ball that went behind second base to the center field, and I quickly got it and I threw it to the second baseman; and he put out the player running to second base and he threw the ball to first base putting out the second player, and so I helped make a double play but the older/veteran players still pretended to not be impressed.

During the game I helped make several double-plays, triple-plays, and I caught a few balls that helped my team to stop the other team from scoring giving our team a chance to score; and I helped our team win the game and I was the most valuable player (MVP) of the game, the old/veteran players somewhat gave me a compliment while trying to pretend to not be impressed, and the coach was happy and he made me the new center fielder but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

The third/last dream took place in a multi-purpose building (the baseball stadium from the second dream was possibly in this same building), I either had several dreams of this place last night or there were more parts to this dream that I can not remember because I remember going to this building several times, either way this building was a combination of a college/post office/and probably several other types of buildings.

I remember being in the post office part of the building in the warehouse area where the post office workers sort the mail using a conveyor belt, they had on safety equipment like gloves/goggles/helmets/aprons, and I possibly walked into this part of the building because I possibly got lost because in another dream or another part of the dream this area was possibly a train/bus station or an airport where they sort your luggage.

I walked to the conveyor belt like I was looking for something as mail packages moved across it, but then I noticed several (probably three) medium-sized or large-sized brownish/tannish colored square boxes with the words “Help Me!” written/smeared on them in a red color/liquid/ink that was possibly blood; and there were clear tape over the words and the box to keep it closed and to protect the words it seemed.

I told a female worker and so she stopped the conveyor belt to investigate the boxes, it seemed that the red color/liquid/ink/blood was leaking on the conveyor belt a bit, and mentioned that it might be blood and I offered to help clean it up (which was stupid, even after I helped clean it I realized that what I did was stupid, because it was possibly a crime scene now and I accidentally tampered with/destroyed evidence); but the female worker told me that she would do it because non-workers were not supposed to do that or even be in this area, and so she went to get her cleaning supplies and to get her managers.

The female worker and her male and female managers who both had whitish colored skin with brownish colored hair and they were wearing suits walked over to investigate, the female worker sprayed the area with a cleaner that I was assuming to be bleach with chlorine, and I wiped the area with a fabric cloth/rag; and the female worker and her managers were covering their noses/mouths and complaining about the smell of the cleaner that she sprayed like it was too strong, but I could not smell it and it did not bother me.

They told me that I had to go but they thanked me for helping them clean and for reporting it, I then recommended that they keep this conveyor belt closed and warn the other workers and report this to the police so that they could investigate, and then they walked off to get away from the smell of the cleaner; and I walked out of the door that I used to enter this part of the building, and it led to a small area next to two water fountains with another door on the other side that I assumed was a women’s bathroom.

I needed to use the bathroom so I walked off to try to find a men’s bathroom, as I was walking across the hall/whatever this area seemed to be some of the college areas (I saw different doors to different areas that probably led to classrooms, the cafeteria, et cetera, and I walked in a room that I thought was the mens bathroom but it was a classroom with college students in it so I walked back into the hallway/whatever.

I saw a thin woman with whitish colored skin with yellowish colored hair that was pinned(?) up who looked like a former female schoolmate of mine whose name I can not remember who looked somewhat like a younger version of the actress Kim Raver and I think that she possibly used to date my former male classmate JM and/or BH and/or another former male classmate of mine, and she was a year or two younger than us so she was not in our grade.

I only briefly got to see her face but she smiled at me like she remembered me and she looked familiar to me, she was dressed like she probably worked at the college part of the building, and so I decided that I would greet her because I was curious if she was my former schoolmate or not and I hoped that she knew where the bathroom was; but before attempting to greet her I tried to imagine what did her face look like when I briefly saw it as she walked by me, I thought about what I was say, and for some reason I was being overly cautious/shy/socially awkward about greeting her.

I remember imagining that her face looked much older than her body but that did not seem right/correct, I imagined her looking like/being Kim Raver which was possible, and then I tried to remember what my former schoolmate looked like exactly and what her name was; but I woke up before even attempting to greet her, actually she probably was already gone at this point, and I probably continued my search for the mens bathroom. 😀

The end,

-John Jr


George R.R. Martin? | A US Presidential Library? | A False Awakening Dream With Këloudah? | Kim Raver & First Lady Michelle Obama?

Dream 1

I barely remember part of the end of my first dream from last night which took place during the day in the city of D, and I was living in a fictional apartment house where Saint VDP should be with my brother GC and several other people including a man who looked somewhat like the actor Kristian Nairn who plays the character Hodor from the TV show Game Of Thrones.

The man who looked somewhat like Mr. Nairn told us that he was a huge fan of the author George R.R. Martin, and that if he ever sees him in real life that he would (in his words): “Loose his s###.”; and shortly after telling us this my brother GC and I were in the yard near the sidewalk by the street, and we saw a man who looked somewhat like the author George R.R. Martin walking down the sidewalk to our surprise.