At some point in this dream during the day, I was in maybe a fictional L-like city and the former President Of The United States Barack Obama and several other people were visiting the city, and at some point in the dream I was driving The BV.
My brother GC was with me as we were driving through this city, possibly trying to leave or to go somewhere else.
I drove through a back route through some small neighborhoods to avoid the crowds of people, and security for the Mr. Obama visit because I did not want to get blocked in from being able to leave or move across the city.
At some point when I was at a stop sign, Mr. Obama and the others with him and his United States Secret Service protection and crowds of people came walking along the sidewalk in our direction to our surprise.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place inside a dimly lit windowless cave and/or underground-like auditorium where I was sitting with many of my former classmates from high school and other students like maybe we were back in high school again, and there were possibly some performances and some guest speakers before maybe a film was played on a large projector screen like at a movie theater (cinema).
The ceiling was tall and the room was dark so I am not sure if the ceiling was rock or was is a building ceiling, there was possibly some water in the back but I am not sure, and at first I was sitting near the middle of the auditorium where one of the special guests was sitting.
My memory of this dream is flawed and so all that I can remember of the dream is that it involved two professional American Football players who were friends, Tom Brady and another man who I can not remember, and their teams were going to play each other; and so they had hung out the night before the game, did interviews the next morning, and now it was game time.
The wife (who had whitish colored skin) and mother (who reminded me of the actress Jessica Lange) of one of the men were at the game, one of the men was not trying very hard and his team was not doing so good, and so his wife kept asking his mom to talk to him because he might listen to her; and I remember the two of them walking off to their house I think, and they sat down in the kitchen probably arguing a bit.
They probably both had talked to the husband/son before leaving but they needed to talk to him again, something happened that I can not remember, and the actor James Franco and another man arrived to help the two women; and both men were detectives, but then two old men (probably retired detectives) arrived who wanted to help as well but both groups of men started fighting over who would help the women.
The men ended up pulling guns on each other but the older men managed to win, they handcuffed Mr. Franco and his partner, and they walked them and the two women to another location.
There was something about a murder and something else serious going on that I can not remember, so the older men were probably going to unhandcuff Mr. Franco and his partner, and join together with them to help the two women and deal with whatever was going on; and this was possible all connected to the American Football game, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream involved me being inside a house during the day and I remember a boy who reminded me of and who was possibly related to the music artist Michael Jackson being there as well, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream involved me walking outside during the day on the street going to C Elementary School from the direction of my neighborhood, there was a fictional house and yard near Mr. C’s house, and something of mine and/or my brothers’ somehow ended up in the yard; and so I stopped to find it.
I remember trying to avoid being seen because I did not want anyone thinking that I was trying to steal something by mistake, I am not sure why I did not just let the people who lived there know what I was doing, and a man with brownish colored skin walked outside; but I do not think that he saw me, at some point I found whatever I was looking for, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is being outside during the day in my parent’s yard, some of my brothers had some of their clothes drying outside the double gate near where I used to park my automobile on a clothes line, and a group of boys and teenagers with brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair were walking down the street past our fence when they stopped to look at the clothes.
One of the boys started to steal some of the clothing and so I said something to him, asking him to please put them back and that they belonged to my brothers, they possibly ran away with some of the clothes; but I can not remember.
I had a video game-like dream that was possibly inspired by the video game Fallout: New Vegas, I and/or someone was wondering around outside during the day with weapons getting attacked sometimes maybe, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This was maybe a semi-dream/semi-daydream of some short what-if scenarios involving what if I was married to this woman or that woman involving cuddling and foreplay et cetera in bed when first waking up in the morning while avoiding getting your morning breath on the other person, just simple morning fun, and there were at least three separate scenarios involving three different women.
Each scenario would be me and one of the women waking up in bed together in the morning, each scenario was the same except a different woman each time, and a few difference depending on who the woman was; and maybe the actress Ruth Wilson or her character Alice Morgan was one of the women in a partial scenario but I can not remember the other women except for the actress Emilia Clarke whose scenario was the longest and most fun.
Mrs. Clarke and I were married and the scenario involved us waking up in the morning several times experimenting with various positions, massage techniques, kissing on various parts of the body, et cetera while avoiding getting our morning breath on each other and having fun; and since she is so small and light I remember us goofing around where I would bench press her in bed and lift her in the air sometimes as we did various random crazy positions during our morning foreplay/whatever.
There were scenes of Mrs. Clarke doing interviews and sometimes mentioning me, our foreplay, our marriage, et cetera for fun; but that is all that I can remember of this.
I really do not feel like typing my dream today and I feel like giving up on blogging as the WordPress.com team/Automattic continues to move in directions that make blogging more annoying/difficult/less enjoyable/buggy/impractical/illogical/limited/et ceterea for me, and they continue to mostly ignore our feedback/et cetera; but I am making myself type this anyway, but I can only handle so much and so at some point I will probably quit blogging if things get too bad here on WordPress.com.
All that I can remember of this dream is being in my parent’s yard during a nice day and the dream started positive and it was probably partly inspired by Seepurple’s dream called Solid Black Fighter Jet? (which made me realize a weakness in my dream security, I do not really have any defenses against aerial/aircraft attacks in my dreams, and so my dream security and I would be mostly defenseless again such attacks), I was with my male cousin DE who acted like he used to act so things were good again and a person who I can not remember was with us, and we were near where my brother GC’s pet dog Cloud should be but my brother TD’s pet dog Jack (an American Pit Bull Terrier) was there instead.
The dog house probably looked a bit different and either connected to or near the dog house was a multi-story/floor tower that was possibly mostly made of tarp/canvas/whatever (at least on the outside, but maybe the entire thing was tarp/canvas but I can not remember), the ground in front of the dog house was sunken a bit so I walked on it, and as I stepped on it the dirt would push down deeper because the dirt was so loose/soft; and eventually I patted the dirt down with my feet until it was a hole that was probably taller/deeper than me, and so we decided that we would move the dog house and tower and Jack to a new location in the yard that did not have a deep hole.
We started moving the tarp/canvas/tower first, we took it down but it fell on the fence which poked a few holes in it and it got stuck on the fence, and so we had to carefully remove it; and then as we were moving it toward the middle of the yard the dead music artist Michael Jackson walked toward us in the yard like he had walked from the other side of my parent’s house maybe wearing maybe a mostly dark-colored outfit with fedora and an arm band/whatever like maybe a dark version of his outfit in the Smooth Criminal music video, and in the dream I did not remember that he was supposed to be dead oddly.
The tower/tarp/canvas belonged to Mr. Jackson and he helped us fold it and we each grabbed a corner to move it to another part of the yard together and then my mom walked outside to greet us and other people started to come in the yard from parts of the neighborhood and from inside my parent’s house (some of my cousins and other family members had been inside my parent’s house visiting, and some people in the neighborhood had been outside enjoying the nice day including my former male classmate DC) but then I noticed a dark-colored helicopter and at least two other aircraft slowly flying toward us in the sky from the direction of The G House, you could tell that something was not right, and that they were probably going to attack; and I assumed that they were going to try to assassinate Mr. Jackson.
I told everyone to run and I told my family and family members to run inside my parent’s house so everyone started running, the helicopter and the other aircraft flew over us and then they turned around to follow us, and I ran to the left side of the house near the back door watching the aircraft and the helicopter; and Mr. Jackson probably ran on the right side of the house, and then one of the aircraft hovered in the sky near The G House and it started shooting small missiles toward the right side of the yard and I heard explosions.
People were still running, screaming, hiding, and I could not see the missiles hitting that side of the yard because the house was blocking my view but I could feel the impact/rumbles/et cetera and I saw some of the debris/dust/dirt flying through the air; and I started crawling under the house as I became more afraid, and my family and family members were safely inside the house.
I hoped that being under the house would help protect me from the debris, I wanted to crawl back outside so that I could see if I needed to move my family from the house or not, but more missiles were being shot and we were completely defenseless against this type of attack; and this felt real and scary, and I could hear all the noises and feel the vibrations and see the debris as the missiles exploded each time that they hit things.
There was not as much space under the house like in real life so I could not fit in some areas, I started to hear explosions that sounded like maybe the house was being hit, and I heard my family trying to figure out where I was; and so I yelled to them to let them know where I was, and I told them to be ready to leave the house if necessary but do not come outside until I say so.
I started trying to crawl from under the house but my path was blocked by the areas that were too small so I needed to find another way out (maybe some of the explosions caused the house to move down a bit lower to the ground), the explosions were sounding closer and closer, and I started panicking as I tried to hurry to get from under the house fearing that I would be crushed by the house and/or that my family would get blown up if they stayed in the house much longer; but I accidentally woke up because my panic and fear levels got too high as I tried to crawl through the small areas.
This positive dream became terrible at the end, we were completely helpless being shot at from the sky by explosive missiles, and so I was right about this weakness in my dream security and that I am not prepared for this type of attack at all and I got to see/experience this in a way that was too realistic/terrifying; you would have had to experience this dream to really understand what it was like being this defenseless/helpless/unprepared/et cetera, getting caught by surprise, having no backup/help, and having almost nowhere to run/hide that is safe while having no way to attack back while your family and some of your family members and others and your property are/is in danger of getting blown up.
All that I can remember of the first dream is being inside a dimly lit windowless room that was probably mostly empty with maybe a black and white colored checkered pattern hard-tiled floor with a rectangular table in the middle of the room, and I was there with the dead music artist Michael Jackson and an unknown man with maybe whitish colored skin.
I think that Michael Jackson was going to have a party or something like that and he had me make him a giant cheesecake that was almost the size of the table, and I made a no-bake cheese cake but the crust mix that I used ended up being a bit stale and so after I made the cheesecake the crust was too hard (after I baked it) and it tasted stale which ruined the giant cheesecake.