I forgot most of my dreams and most of this dream, but I do remember part of the end of this dream that possibly took place in a fictional city.
I remember walking through a neighborhood maybe late in the afternoon, I saw a very rough-looking old large one-story abandoned house that looked like it probably used to look nice many years ago even though it looked terrible now, and so I walked to one of the door-less or open entrances to see what it looked like inside.
I remembered more details of my dreams from last night that were pretty detailed, but I did not record most of them unfortunately.
Dream 1
There was more to this dream but my text note of this dream on my mobile phone was only about 5 words long, and so most of the dream is lost now.
The end of this dream took place during the day outside and inside at an area near a street in a neighborhood, there was a yard that slightly reminded me of the yard of The E House but it was not, and eventually I discovered a small prison next to it.
To my surprise a Charles Manson-like prisoner was being insecurely held in the prison with no guards it seemed, and he was possibly able to move between inside and outside the building so he possibly approached me as I stood in the yard.
The Charles Manson-like man spoke to me but I can not remember what he told me or what else happened other than me wondering where the guards were and he seemed a bit crazy and dangerous, my memory was pretty detailed about what happened, but I went back to sleep without properly recording it.
Dream 2
This dream is also unclear now unfortunately even though it was detailed and I had remembered more of it earlier.
This dream took place during the day, I am not sure if I got a telephone call from my mom telling me that someone was at The E House who wanted to talk to me or what happened, I just know that I went to a fictional version of The E House that has possibly been in a past dream.
This fictional version of The E House looks nothing like the real house, it is much larger and nicer, and it even has maybe an attic and maybe a basement and / or something like that; and this house has its own history and false memories that I knew and remembered so I was familiar and comfortable with it.
I remember walking through the main hallway that passes several rooms, one of the small rooms had some of my former classmates (like maybe my former male classmate DS) and one or more of my family members (like maybe my male cousin ME) hanging out in it, and next to their room was a large lobby / living room-like area that I entered.
In this room I saw a person sitting on a couch at the back of the room in the middle, and as I got closer I realized that it was my former female classmate CW who I used to like back in high school and eventually I even let her know but I was politely turned down (rejected).
I was surprised and happy to see her because I have not seen her since we graduated from high school, and she looked like she was the age that she would be now and her hair was a bit curly and she looked better than I had expected.
CW seemed to be waiting on me or just happened to be there, and she greeted me telling me that she wanted to tell me something.
She told me that she was wrong and she asked me if I would forgive her, and so I asked her what she was talking about and she explained that she had been wrong for rejecting me all those years ago.
She told me that over the years since then she has been in various relationships and marriages that have all failed, and here I was all these years later still single and that maybe this was possibly a sign that she should have gave me a chance all those years ago.
I told her that she had nothing to apologize for, that it was okay, and that I was sorry that her relationships had not worked out over the years.
She asked me if I would give her another chance and I said yes, she started to cry, and she gave me a hug.
I comforted her and we talked briefly, and I told her that I wanted to give her a tour of the house and tell her about some of its history and some of my memories of it.
She wanted us to do something else together, but she needed to leave to do something else first so she left.
I felt that I needed to brush my teeth because I did not want my breath to be stinky so I left to walk home to do that and then return quickly, and while I was walking my mom called me on my mobile phone telling me that maybe my uncle CE had a computer in the laundry building at The E House that he wanted me to fix.
No details were given about the computer so I told my mom that I would stop and maybe get it along the way home, and when I reached the laundry building it was locked and I was not sure if I had the key or not so I decided to worry about it later and I probably went home and brushed my teeth and I quickly returned to meet up with CW.
I was happy and excited and maybe slightly nervous because I was not sure what we were going to do, and I got back right before CW did.
CW entered the room looking sad, she asked me to have a seat with her on the couch, and she explained that whatever she had planned was cancelled and that she was sorry for getting my hopes up and for ending up rejecting me again.
She then told me that she was either recently divorced or was still getting divorced and that she had a boyfriend, and she apologized for not telling me this before.
I thanked her for telling the truth, and I tried to make her feel better by acting like everything was okay even though I probably felt a bit sad and I knew that the sadness would probably hit me later when no one else was around.
I did not want her to feel bad, I am not sure if she left first or if I did, I just know that I was happy that I at least got to see and talk to her again; but I was also starting to feel sad and depressive, and so it was starting to hit me already.
The situation was a bit messed up, having your hopes raised again after all these years after being apologized to and then crushed again, but that is the kind of luck I seem to have sometimes I thought to myself so I am somewhat used to it but it still hurts.
The end,
-John Jr
Last night I woke up and I went back to sleep several times and I had several continuing and connected dreams, I am not sure in what order they go in and I can not remember most of them, but I will type what I remember as one dream even though it was not one dream.
All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was at The B Parish Library where I work as a shelver, and I was working on my shelver job checking in items in the shelving room but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
I am not sure if this happened next or later but I remember being back at my shelver job at The B Parish Library on another day I assume, and I was once again checking in items.
My female coworker Mrs. D, who is teaching me during most of my checking in training, was there training me to check in items when suddenly the electricity in the library went out.
We waited for the electricity to come back on but it never did, and so we could not finish checking in items so I assume that work was cancelled for the day and we probably left but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
This part of the dream possibly took place before the previous part but I can not remember, I remember being in the yard of The E House during the day, and I went inside the laundry building that is outside by the fig tree.
Inside the laundry building I saw a cooler on the floor with a few dead fish on the floor near it, and so I move the dead fish outside the laundry building.
I opened the cooler to find some more dead fish, some ice (most of it was melted), and two cans of Coca-Cola (Coke) soda.
It seemed that someone had went fishing and so the dead fish were on ice but most of the ice was melted, and a few fish did not make it into the cooler so those two or three dead fish were probably no longer any good so I had them on the ground outside for now.
I took one of the cans of Coca-Cola for myself and I took the cooler outside to drain all the water off, and then I was going to add some more ice to it from a small ice reserve inside the cooler that was in its own separate part of the cooler.
After draining off all the water I added the last of the ice to the cooler, and then I put the cooler back inside the laundry building.
Something strange happened where the dream possibly jumped to a story following some orphan children who all had whitish-colored skin and all of them I heard talk had British accents, and several of them were saying how they were tired of what was happening to them and they were talking about protesting and/or something like that.
I remember hearing a female voice tell them something about maybe how all of this was being done to them for a reason, and that one day when they are adults they will be called upon and/or activated for various reason(s) and so they were being trained/programmed/brain-washed/conditioned/whatever to prepare them for that time and/or something like that.
The woman’s voice possibly ended their inspiration and made them give up on the protest idea since it seemed that hidden microphones had probably allowed their conversation to be heard and so I then remember them sadly and disappointingly going into or being in a large windowless probably underground room with many orphan children with whitish-colored skin who had British accents (so I assume that this probably secret underground facility was probably located in The United Kingdom), they were all dressed the same in simple poor maybe gray uniforms/outfits/clothing, they seemed to all sleep on the floor on maybe mats, and there was probably a large screen on the left side of the room that was probably used as part of their training/brain-washing/conditioning/et cetera which probably included torture and other things besides the poor conditions to break these orphan children down mentally/emotionally/socially/physically.
This place looked pretty depressing and the orphan children looked the same, they probably looked a bit dirty too, and it seemed that someone/something/some group was gathering orphan children here as part of some mind control program and to use them for various purposes now (these orphans were probably forced to work and do other things as well) and in the future as adults (maybe mind controlled sleeper agents, et cetera).
The screen probably started to play something so the orphan children stood up to watch it with their depressing facial expressions, but some of the children were inspired to protest after hearing those other children from earlier so some of the children started yelling angrily at the screen about their protest and encouraging other to protest and maybe rebel.
This all reminded me of The Two Minutes Hate from the book and film for Nineteen Eighty-Four:
The children who had come up with the idea to protest earlier had since given up on the idea after the female voice spoke to them earlier, and so these children tried to stop the others from protesting and they tried to get them to be quiet before the voice says something again.
Before the protest could spread a voice spoke over an intercom I assume, probably the same female voice from earlier, and the voice said something that I can not remember that reminded them of something which also included reminders of the punishments if they continue to protest and/or even think about rebelling.
Once again this female voice broke their inspiration and the protest ended, and the children sadly and disappointingly continued to do as they were told and watch and listen to the screen and do whatever it said, and whatever the voice told them to do et cetera.
Shortly after this the dream probably jumped back to me in the laundry building, I probably got my Coca-Cola, turned off the lights, closed the door, and went outside to drink my soda while maybe thinking about what I had just saw and heard et cetera.
But I woke up,
-John Jr
Dream 1
I remember part of two dream fragments from last night, with the first dream fragment taking place during the day at the end of a nice neighborhood where my family & I found a house for sale or a nice abandoned house, and we went inside to look at it.
It was a clean & nice one-story house that was small for the neighborhood that it was in, it was fully furnished it seemed, and the entrance had a small area to put your shoes & jackets; and that led to a walk-through kitchen with an island counter, which led to a dining room, which led to a small living room, which led to a bedroom.
Behind the kitchen area was a hallway that led to the laundry room & a master bedroom with bathroom, and the bedroom next to the living room had a small bathroom next to it probably.
There was an opening right behind the kitchen area that led to a family room that probably had one bedroom on the left & a bathroom and probably one or two bedrooms on the right; and there might have been a sliding glass door that led to a patio or porch in the backyard, and there might have been a small swimming pool and/or pond and/or garden in the backyard.
It was a beautiful sunny day outside and it looked great inside, and my family & I had a good time looking around the house & imagining ourselves living there; and we wanted to buy it or move in if it was abandoned.
I remember us relaxing and re-enacting what it might be like to live there and choosing which rooms each of us would have, but I can not remember the rest, other than us trying to find out who or if anyone owned it.
Dream 2
The next dream fragment that I remember is being in a fictional LC & L-like city during the day, and I was driving through the city; and at some point I came across a former classmate and an old man who was thin with whitish colored skin with a bald spot with long gray/whitish colored hair on the sides who looked a bit homeless & who did Readings (he would do a small ritual-like thing with maybe a drum-like thing where he would spit in it & do something else & he would wait to read the signs, which would reveal information about the person who asked for the Reading).
The old man started to do a Reading for me and he got to the part where he would wait for the signs, so that he could read them, but then he left; I thought that he was going to the bathroom or something, but he never came back, and so I left.
I came across my uncle CE while driving around the city, and he told me that he had been to the old man to have a Reading done at least two times, but the old man never finished his Readings either; and then I started back driving, but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr 🙂
I barely remember some of one of my dreams from last night, which took place in D during the night, and some of my indirect family members from T came to visit my grandfather; and so I went to greet them, and to visit my grandfather & help him with a few things.
At some point I left in my automobile but I can not remember what happened during this part of the dream, I just remember being at a small two-story apartment-like house near a road in a fictional area of D; and I was there on the second floor with a woman who probably had whitish colored skin with blondish colored hair, and she probably looked somewhat like a certain actress who I can not remember.
We were in an open room that had the family room, living room, kitchen, and dining room in one open space & when you entered the house there were step-like things leading down to the living room; so the room had a sunken design, and we were on the upper part near the door that was the family room which had some cushions to sit or lay on, and some chairs/benches/couches.
The woman and I probably talked, there was probably some kissing/et cetera, but then two men came from a hallway area on the right side at the back of the room which probably had a bathroom & laundry room on the left side and probably a bedroom on the right side.
I quickly found out that one of the men was the woman’s husband and I am guessing that the other man was his assistant and/or accountant, and the woman’s husband was the leader of a mafia family; which I did not know until he entered the room and an argument began.
The husband was yelling, his accountant and/or assistant was yelling, the woman was talking, and I was trying to calm the situation down & figure out was going on; and the situation quickly got worse, and I started moving toward the door, afraid for my life.
The husband told his assistant to call his men so that they could come deal with me, my attempts to calm the situation down failed, and so I left to escape in my automobile before his men arrived; but the husband & his assistant followed me, and I got into my automobile & locked the door in a panic.
The husband was hitting on my automobile yelling threats at me & he called out my license plate number, he told me that he knew what I looked like, he knew what I sounded like, he knew what my automobile looked like, and that I should expect to receive a visit from his men soon, and he probably hinted that I would be killed soon.
I drove off in a panic hoping to escape before his men could find & follow me home, a lot of thoughts crossed my mind about what to do, and I worried for the safety of my family & friends; and I wondered if I should get the pistol at my parent’s house and/or buy a gun.
I ended up driving to my grandfather’s house briefly to probably hide & think, and I briefly greeted my indirect family from T; and then I went to think in the living room alone, it was so late during the night that no one was partying outside, and most of them were getting ready for bed.
My grandfather walked in the room and he noticed that something was bothering me, and so we had a conversation:
My grandfather: Hey (Code Word), you look like something is bothering you, what is bothering you (Code Word)?
Me: Yeah, something is bothering me (Code Word), I made a big mistake, and now I am afraid; and my family (him included) & friends & I could be in danger.
My grandfather: What happened?
Me: I just found out that I was in a relationship with a married woman whose husband is the leader of a mafia, and he walked in on his wife & I kissing in his house; and now I think that he has his men looking for me, so that they can kill me.
My grandfather: What? How did that happen? Laughs Now that is a big mistake! Laughs You really messed up this time, this is pretty bad.
Me: Yep, I am not sure how this happened exactly, I got caught by surprise; I made mistakes, I should have seen this coming or I should have learned more about her first or something.
My grandfather: Even then you still might have gotten caught by surprise, sometimes things in life just happen, and sometimes we can not predict it; what is important is how you handle the situation now.
I can not remember the rest of the conversation but I know that my grandfather said things that helped encourage me, and I got the courage to do something crazy; and so I thanked my grandfather, and I left unarmed/unarmored/alone to talk to the husband face-to-face.
Once again there was no security at the apartment-like house again, and the wife answered the door & she was surprised to see me but she let me in; and there was another man standing in the corner of the family room area, an unknown man who was a bit out-of-place, and he seemed to be an agent or someone connected with certain people & families who have access to certain secret & classified information.
The unknown man had talked to the wife, I guess she was asking for his advice on the situation, and he was reminding her of the importance of keeping some of the information that she & a few other people & families know, secret; and that how her husband was still not allowed to know any of those secrets, but I think that he said that it was okay for me to know or over-hear some of those secrets. (He was obviously talking about this with me listening, so I guess that somehow I was somehow connected to some of the families & people who are allowed to know some of this secret information)
The man also reminded the woman that her husband & others might be more likely to be watching her & listening to her now, and so that she needed to take even more precautions to protect the secrets that she & a few other people & families knew.
The man referenced some of this secret information (not directly) and/or some of the people & families (not by name) that know some of this secret information, and some of the protocols, precautions, burdens, responsibilities, et cetera that comes with knowing that information.
It seemed that the woman was either part of a family that knows these secrets and/or maybe she was an agent who knew some of these secrets, and maybe she had married the mafia leader as part of a mission or something; I am not sure, but I know that she did not love her husband or like him.
I mostly listened to the unknown man talk & I only said a few things, since what he had to say was so interesting, and at some point the woman wanted his advice on what she should do about the situation; but the man said that was for her to decide since it was a personal matter, but he could offer protection/transportation/et cetera for us if she decided to divorce her husband if she asked.
The woman was not sure what to do and so she stopped to think, and I started to ask the unknown man questions about the secrets & the people who knew the secrets, but the husband & his assistant came from the hallway area again; and the husband saw me and he started laughing & there was a conversation:
The husband: Wow! You must be stupid or crazy to come back here! Laughs Now I do not even need to search for you, you just made my job easier. Smiles
Me: I came here in peace to talk about this misunderstanding in person, hoping to avoid violence, I want to apologize for what happened; I did not know that your wife was married or married to a mafia leader, and if I knew I would not have started a relationship with her.
His assistant: Do you want me to call the men sir?
The husband: No, not yet, I want to hear what he has to say first; he has balls/courage for daring to come talk to me in person.
Me: I want to come to an agreement that we can all agree on peacefully, I want to know what do you want me to do to peacefully end this situation?
Me: If your wife wants to stay married to you then I will do whatever we agree to do to peacefully end this situation, and I will leave & you will not have to worry about me again; I do not want my family, friends, or myself to have to be on the run or in danger.
Me: If your wife wants to divorce you then I will do whatever we agree to do to peacefully end this situation, she can decide on what she wants to do from there, and we can all go our separate ways peacefully.
The assistant: Do you want to kill him now sir?
The husband: No, he was brave enough to come talk to me and his offer sounds reasonable.
The husband: I will not make any promises, but I will consider your offer, my assistant & I will go in the back to consider your offer; and we will let you know what we decide.
Me: Thank you, here is my phone number & email address so that you can contact me if you do not decide tonight.
The assistant wrote down my contact information and him & the husband went into the back to decide what to do.
I turned to look at the woman & the unknown man, and I went to ask them what they thought about the situation & my offer; but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr 🙂
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