Stopping A Woman From Punching A Baby

I did not record the rest of my dreams so I forgot them, but I do remember the very end of my last dream that took place inside a room.

I was in the room with various people sitting at tables maybe watching a movie on a TV or something, and at some point I heard someone (maybe a woman) yell: “she is punching her baby!”.

Close Encounters Of The Fifth Kind: Contact Has Begun

What is it?

The 2020 documentary Close Encounters Of The Fifth Kind.

Close Encounters of the Fifth Kind: Contact Has Begun (Official Trailer)

Mindful Me: Mindfulness And Meditation For Kids

What is it?

The 2018 book Mindful Me: Mindfulness And Meditation For Kids by Whitney Stewart.

What is it about?

This is how Goodreads describes this books:

Sometimes kids’ lives can get busy and out of control, and worries can take over.

When that happens, knowing how to pause and regain composure with mindfulness can help!

This easily digestible guide introduces kids to mindfulness as a way to find clarity, manage stress, handle difficult emotions, and navigate personal challenges.

With step-by-step instructions to over thirty breathing, relaxation, and guided meditation exercises, readers will have an entire toolkit at their disposal and writing prompts will help them process their discoveries.

Clearly written and incredibly relatable, this invaluable resource provides a positive introduction to the world of self-care and mindfulness.

Danny Rand (Iron Fist) Trying To Meditate

Marvel’s Iron Fist | Official Trailer [HD] | Netflix

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I went to work early for my shelver job at The BP Library, which is part of a temporary new schedule in real life, and The BP Library looked different than in real life.

I remember my coworker Mr. CF being there too, I probably talked with him briefly, and he probably had me help him with some work before I started my normal shelver work.

Hiding Crazy Stuff In A Living Room?

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I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for a small unclear part of one dream.

The dream took place in a building/house that was similar to a building where my cousin ME(?) probably had his wedding and/or college graduation ceremony when I was a kid.

That building had an entrance area with a gym in the middle, a small meeting-like room on the left, and a large cafeteria-like room on the right; and this building could be used/rented for various functions/things/occasions.

In my dream it was more like my parent’s house combined with something else maybe with the living room on the left, maybe a small room with a closed-door in the middle, and most of the house & whatever else on the right side; and my family & some other people were on the right side, and each of the three areas were separate but connected so you could not see into the other areas.

I forgot most of the dream but I remember going in and out of the living room on the left side, and I remember trying to hide something and/or being worried about someone seeing something in the living room; and so I kept hoping that no one would come into the room/come exploring/come looking in.

I remember walking back and forth from the living room to the entrance area to talk from the entrance area to my mom who was in the house area on the right side sometimes, because she kept calling me and/or trying to talk to me, and so I would walk to the entrance area to avoid her walking to the living room area on the left side.

At some point I remember there being a group of probably naked or semi-naked women in the living room laying on the floor on their backs separately doing stretching / breathing / meditation / masturbation / whatever techniques/ exercises /whatever while possibly being filmed by someone but I am not sure about the filming part, I just remember walking past them to maybe a computer and/or whatever else I was trying to hide and/or avoid being seen next to a couch on the right of where the women were, but I can not remember what in the world was going on exactly.

I just remember hoping that no one walked in or walked by to see the crazy scene of what was going on in the living room and whatever else I was hiding and/or not wanting to be seen, but that is all that I can remember.

The end,

-John Jr

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