Playing Basketball With The 1990s Chicago Bulls & Joaquin Phoenix

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was playing in an NBA (National Basketball Association) basketball game with the 1990s Chicago Bulls team with Michael Jordan.

Even the uniforms and the look & fell of the dream was in a 1990s style.

I can not remember which team we were playing against, I just know that I was playing pretty badly, I was the worst player on the team.


Michael Jordan & A Family Brawl

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during maybe the night, and I think that I was in my parent’s room.

At some point, I noticed something crawling on the wall in the right corner of the room by the bed, and it was possibly a crawfish or lobster or some kind of other crustacean-like animal.


Safety First

Daily  Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Safety First, and this is what it said: “Share the story of a time you felt unsafe.”.

And this is my response:

Almost two weeks ago my brother GC told me that he saw someone outside The G House during the night who seemed to be throwing something at The G House and he said that it sounded like rocks hitting The G House, so at first I thought that it was just our male cousin DE throwing pool salt on The G House during one of his unstable moods because I had seen him doing this earlier in the day until my dad said that he saw two maybe thin suspicious young men or men with maybe dark-brownish colored skin wearing maybe hooded jackets walking down the street who had looked at The G House strangely, later that night I was walking outside when I saw an unknown young man or man in front of The G House who matched their descriptions of the two young men or men they saw earlier but our automobiles were blocking my view of him and anyone else who was with him and I heard what sounded like rocks hitting The G House so I realized that it was not my cousin DE but it was someone else who seemed to be throwing rocks at The G House so I went inside to tell my family before walking over to see what was going on, and my dad saw two young men or men running away when they heard him go outside.

So these two determined sneaky unknown rock throwers had thrown rocks at The G House possibly three different times during the cold night like they were trying to get my male cousin DE to come out of the house like they were specifically targeting him so I assume that they know him and that he knows them, my parent’s went to check on my male cousin DE but he would not answer the door even though they could see him laying on the ground on his mattress moving around, and after this I was on alert the rest of the night and for several days later hoping to figure out who these rock throwers were and what they wanted but I never saw them again.

This really bothered and annoyed and angered me because we had no defense against this, no cameras, no dogs on that side of the yard, no lookouts, no way to stop them from escaping, no idea who these people were or what they really looked like exactly or what they wanted or if they were armed with other weapons or not, and calling the police would not help because they would just run away before the police could arrive and not be caught; and something like this has not happened before and I do not like things like this, I do not like having our defenses breached and knowing that we have no defense against something like this, and so it made me feel unsafe because of our situation because the rock throwers have the advantage and there is not much that we can do about it except risk chasing/following them next time until we can figure out where they live so that we can report them to the police but their hit and run stealth tactics during the night would likely prevent us from being able to do this.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it was inspired by the television series Homeland, I watched the season finale last night, and the dream started during the day on the first floor of a fictional school in a classroom where there were younger students and older students in the same class oddly; and I was a student in this class, and some of my former classmates were possibly in this class as well.

An Islāmic terrorist group of armed somewhat relaxed men (college aged and slightly older) wearing Western (European, American, et cetera) style clothing who reminded me of the terrorist group from this season of Homeland entered our classroom and they took it over, and they took me and a boy with dark-brownish colored/blackish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who reminded me of the character Strika from the film Beasts Of No Nation combined with someone else hostage; and they chained both of us to two beds, and they forced us to lay on the beds or the floor all the time without being able to walk or stand up.

Oddly I never remember the police or anyone trying to stop them, they even probably let different classes take place in the classroom, but they continued to hold the boy and I hostage for days and probably weeks; and they even let doctors and nurses come check on us sometimes

This was a terrible experience because it felt pretty realistic so time moved slower in a more realistic way even though there were time jumps sometimes, I remember us getting physically tired and weaker and mentally and emotionally less stable as the weeks went by, and we were always forced to lay on the ground or on the beds so this was a terrible way to live for weeks; and we had to urinate in urinal containers/whatever, but I never remember defecating oddly.

Some members of the terrorist group would even leave and return sometimes, they always left someone to watch us and whichever class was taking place, and so this dream dragged on for weeks living like this; and it seemed that the doctors and nurses could only check us, but not help us so we were slowly deteriorating but I tried to keep myself and the boy as stable as I could mentally and emotionally and socially but it was a terrible experience so it was hard trying to stay stable.

I remember one of the doctors who would sometimes check us being a somewhat older balding man with whitish colored skin wearing glasses and a whitish colored doctor’s/lab coat and one of the nurses was a slightly overweight woman with whitish colored skin wearing nurse/medical scrubs, and I remember the nurse telling me that my lungs were weakening and that she wanted to do some more tests next time.

This dream was like torture laying mostly on your stomach on the floor or on a bed for weeks chained to a bed deteriorating slowly and only being given minimal food and water and having to urinate in a urinal container and either taking no baths or having to bathe with a bit of water and soap in a small pan while people have class around you as the terrorist group relaxed in the background, and no one was stopping the terrorist group oddly; and so I assumed that maybe they were having a standoff with the police/military that prevented them from saving us.

At some point the terrorist group got so relaxed that they left us alone briefly in the classroom with a class of students, Michael Jordan and a few of my former classmates were in the class, and the boy ended up buying and taking some drugs from another student because he was desperate to do anything to numb this hostage/torture experience; but the boy had a seizure and he lost consciousness, and I asked the other students to call for help but they were afraid that the terrorist group would kill them when they got back and I was worried that they were correct about this so Michael Jordan suggested giving the boy some Benadryl.

Mr. Jordan had found an old large box full of Benadryl and he gave it to me, I remember checking the boy’s pulse and I could feel his pulse and his heart was beating very fast, and so I was afraid to give him the Benadryl; and so I asked Mr. Jordan and the others if they could at least call my family to see if they could convince the terrorist group to let the boy go at least so that my family could take him to the hospital, and so one of them called my parent’s before the terrorist group got back.

My parent’s and maybe one of my brothers arrived in The BV (one of my parent’s automobiles) but the terrorist group had returned, the classroom was now an indoor and outdoor area at the same time which makes no sense, but the classroom was now combined with the parking lot by the swimming pool at W Park in the city of D; and I told my parent’s about the situation, and they went to talk to the terrorist group to see if they could convince them to let us go.

They used some papers to trick/convince the terrorist group to let us go or let the boy go, something happened that I can not remember where either I lost consciousness or I went to sleep or there was a time jump or somehow I missed this, but the boy was suddenly gone and my parent’s were suddenly gone like maybe they rushed the boy to the hospital but forgot me or they only managed to convince the terrorist group to free the boy so I was still a hostage unfortunately; but I was happy that the boy was free, and I hoped that he was okay.

Later in the dream the terrorist group left me alone briefly in the classroom again with a class who were watching a film and they had the teacher of the class watch me, the teacher was a tall thin man with whitish colored skin who wore glasses and a sweater vest and khaki pants, and somehow I was free of my chains or I got free from my chains; and I decided to try to sneak out of the class, but the teacher saw me and he asked me where I was going.

I told him that I was going somewhere that I can not remember, but I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it also took place inside a classroom, maybe inside the same school from the first dream, and I was in a class that had some of my former classmates in it like maybe my former male classmates JA and MJ and MW et cetera; and I remember some of them complaining that they were sick and they felt that it was because of them being kept inside a classroom for a long time, and so I assumed that they had possibly been in one of the classes that took place in the classroom where I had been held hostage in the first dream.

They seemed to have a stomach sickness or something like that because their stomachs were bothering them, and I remember some of them releasing body fluids like maybe vomit and/or something else; and I tried to convince them to go to the doctor, but they did not want to go.

So I asked them to at least consider taking some apple cider vinegar to see if that helps, they told me that they would consider it, and I once again told them to go see a doctor; but the next dream started or I woke up and went back to sleep and then the next dream started.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I remember seeing a commercial about what seemed to be an automated news stand/newspaper stand, the newspaper stand looked like it was outside near the highway at the edge of the field/parking lot of the BP TD’s area by the fairground, and then suddenly I was there during the day with The BV (which is one of my parent’s automobiles); and I remember driving into the highway on the right lane near where S’s Motel should be, and I remember an automobile moving to the left lane when they saw me driving this big slow automobile.

Then I realized that I was in the back seat but somehow I was driving The BV, which made no sense and I could see the real steering wheel in the front of The BV like it should be and I realized that I could not see well trying to drive from the backseat, and so I started to make a right turn to pull into a fictional parking lot of what seemed to be a restaurant that only had a few automobiles parked near the front of it; and I went to use the brakes but they were weak and not completely stopping The BV, and it turned sideways and it kept sliding toward the building and automobiles that were parked in the parking lot.

I tried to reach the front so that I could get in the front seat to the real steering wheel and brakes as The BV continued sliding toward the building and automobiles, the front seat was pulled up to where I was struggling to try to get in it, and so I could only barely get one foot on the real brake; but it seemed that I would not be able to stop in time to prevent from crashing into the automobiles and/or building, I started to panic a bit as I rushed to stop because this felt so real, but I accidentally woke myself up.

The end,

-John Jr


Playing Basketball With Michael Jordan & Michael Cera & My Former Classmate DS

I barely remember part of my last dream which was a long and detailed dream, but I forgot most of the dream, and I forgot the other dreams that I had last night.

I remember being inside a large one-story, probably windowless building which was like its own small community because it seemed that we lived inside the building.

We went to school inside the building, worked inside the building, we shopped inside the building, we played sports/exercised inside the building, et cetera.


An Interpol Agent In A Hostel In Europe?

Source: Wikimedia Commons

I forgot most of my dreams from last night except for part of one dream which took place in Europe but I am not sure which of these countries that the dream took place in: Denmark, Norway, Finland, Austria, Netherlands, Switzerland, Sweden, Estonia, Hungary, Latvia, Lithuania, Luxembourg, Monaco, Montenegro, or another country.

It probably took place in a country in Europe that I have never dreamed of before, I was at what appeared to be a hostel or hotel, and I was in an area of the hostel or hotel that had a restaurant/bar/recreational area; and there were other people there from various countries eating, drinking, talking, et cetera but I can not remember the details of what happened before or during this part of the dream and so I have no idea how or why I was in this country in Europe.

The inside of the hostel had a warm & dimly lit look & feel to it, with darker brownish colors & probably a lot of wood used in the furniture & building, and people were relaxed; and at some point I noticed a man wearing a suit who reminded me of a James Bond-like man who I thought might be a secret agent/spy, and so I assumed that he was an Interpol agent & I started talking with him I think.

At some point I walked to the area where the rooms were, which had hallways that led to various shared rooms, and I remember seeing the possible Interpol agent looking inside different rooms like he was looking for evidence or something like that; and so I stopped to ask him what was he doing, and was it legal.

He seemed to be trying to find evidence that would lead him to a suspect that he was trying to identify and find, so that he could arrest that person, and so I stopped to help him by being his look-out; and at some point someone was coming to one of the rooms, I warned him but he tried to keep searching, and the person entered the room asking him what he was doing.

The Interpol agent lied and said that one of the people who was staying in the room asked him to come get/find something for him or something like that, he did a good job pretending/lying, and so the person believed him; and then he searched a bit more without luck and then he said something to the person, and said goodbye.

He moved on to search somewhere else and a male worker at the hostel approached us or me, we or I told him about the situation and convinced him to not saying anything about it, and I remember walking off to talk with him; and I think that the worker’s name was Michael Jordan, no relation to the former basketball player Michael Jordan he joked, and he had whitish colored skin with short blond colored hair.

Somehow I might have known Mr. Jordan and/or his boss, I remember Mr. Jordan taking me to a room to see his boss who reminded me of my former classmate MJ who like MJ had medium-dark brownish colored skin with black colored hair in a custom fade style haircut, but the boss was quieter & seemed mean/serious.

Mr. Jordan told me about a tournament that his boss was managing or was going to compete in, it seemed to combine track & field with competitive eating, and it involved several rounds of activities like: a round of a track & field sport, a hamburger meat-eating round, a throw a heavy metal ball round (I forgot the name), maybe another food eating round, and then maybe a long distance race.

Each round took place back-to-back, so it was like a marathon or whatever you call it, and so I decided to do a quick/short practice run of the tournament rounds a few times (at least the non-running rounds); and the food eating rounds were going to be the hardest for me, so I knew that I needed to practice those rounds more, but I felt that I might be able to win the other rounds.

I decided that I would sign up for the tournament, and then I put on a t-shirt & sweat-like athletic pants; and I left to practice jogging since I have not been able to jog in real life since near the end of last year after having problems with my right foot (plantar fasciitis probably).

I jogged across an area that was a bit like a fictional version of the area near the Dollar General in D mixed with somewhere else, there was a mall/business office-like building in this area, and in the parking lot I came across some thin/skinny & light weight young women who were on a high school or college cross-country (long distance running) team; and they were practicing possibly for the same tournament as me and/or a school or college cross-country tournament, and so I decided to compete against them to test/compare myself to them to see if I was good enough at long distance running still to possibly win the tournament.

I decided to follow their training route, so I had to stay close enough to where I could see them to know where to go, but instead of following them from behind I stayed in front of them running at a faster pace to push/test myself (which was not a good idea).

I looked out-of-place compared to the young women who looked like how most long distance runners look, but I was more muscular/fatter (not fat but I have more fat than the average long distance runner but my fat levels are in a normal range but my muscles make me over-weight according to my doctor but I am not over-fat) & heavier than them or most long distance runners.

We ran through the mall/business office-like building, I remember people watching us and I wondered what they thought about me running with the young women since I looked out-of-place, and I was doing pretty good but I was afraid that I would get tired soon because I was running at a faster pace than normal & it had been months since I jogged; but I woke up after we ran across the entire building & back outside.

The end,

-John Jr