Sweepstake(s)? | A Buffet And E Manor And My Mom Working As An EMT?

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I went to bed too late last night, I slept very well, I did not voice record any of my dreams, and so I woke up with my stomach cramping and bubbling remembering none of my dreams until I laid there to focus; and I managed to barely remember part of two dreams from last night.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, I remember being near the student pick-up/drop-off of the C Elementary School, and I remember something about a sweepstake(s) (maybe I and/or someone else won it or heard about it); and I remember talking with my former male classmate DH, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that during at least two parts of the dream I went to a fictional buffet for a baby shower and/or birthday party of a family member (in real life my family is invited to both of those this weekend for several different family members), the second time/day that I went to the buffet was for myself I think and someone else was with me (maybe my brother GC), and during both times/days we saw a somewhat older somewhat nosy/paranoid woman with whitish colored skin with dark-colored hair in the same area of the buffet; and on the second day/time I even pointed this out to my brother GC, and I thought it was strange that the same woman was in the same area of the buffet again.

More things happened in the dream before and during these different parts/days but I can not remember the details, and two other parts of the dream took place at E Manor on two different days and maybe my brother GC was with me again; and both times the same woman from the buffet was there, and each time she walked down from the second floor of E Manor like she lived there (in real life no one has lived in E Manor since my grandfather died last year).

During the buffet parts of the dream the woman and I probably only said hello and a few other things about the buffet, but during the E Manor parts of the dream we said a bit more as I was surprised to see her at E Manor both times because I did not know anyone was living there and I probably did not know this woman and maybe I recognized her as the same woman from the buffet; and she seemed like a somewhat nice older woman who was maybe a bit nosy/paranoid and/or something like that (she possibly somewhat reminded me of Miss Marple from the television show Agatha Christie’s Marple), we had a conversation, but that is all that I can remember of these two parts of the dream.

The last two parts of the dream are unclear and confusing, I think that in the first part I remember seeing a scene of a male EMT (emergency medical technician) on his job and I think that he died (not on the job but probably of natural causes at home, but this was not shown or explained) or he left his job, and so they needed to hire someone else for his job.

In the second part I was possibly at E Manor and my mom walked into the living room in a rush wearing a blueish colored EMT uniform to my surprise/confusion, oddly my mom did not look or sound like herself and she looked and sounded like a certain actress whose name I can not remember who has light-brownish colored skin with brownish or dark-colored hair, but oddly I did not notice that my mom looked and sounded nothing like my real mom.

Somehow she got the EMT job that used to belong to the man in the first part, which was shocking/surprising/confusing because my mom has not had a job (the paying kind, like me she does work, but not the kind that get recognized and that you get paid for in our society) since she was pregnant with me and she has no medical training/experience as far as I can remember and she is shy like me, and she was nervous and in a rush to get to work so she had no time to talk.

I remember seeing a scene of my mom/the fake version of my mom in the ambulance with the other EMTs who were welcoming her, she was still very nervous, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

A Very Violent NFL Super Bowl

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I only somewhat remember part of my last dream from last night and I think that part of the dream involved the character Miss Marple from the television series Agatha Christie’s Marple, which I watched an episode of last night before going to bed, but I can not remember what this part of the dream was about exactly; but maybe Miss Marple was in the dream or I thought about her or she helped start/fund the help/training/whatever center in this dream or her television show was on before the NFL Super Bowl started.

All that I can remember is that during the day I was in a fictional place with my parents and a group of people, we entered a one-story building with several large square-shaped windows along the wall near the entrance, and the building looked a bit like an office/help or support center combined with a boxing gym/exercise gym with its own obstacle course and a television on one of the walls.

Several men and women were using this building as a help/support center it seemed to help people through counseling, teaching, training, and more to help people learn to help themselves in life with many problems including: mental health problems, nutrition/cooking, exercise/fitness, education, cooking, and many other practical things and problems.

My parents went with me to support me on my first visit to this center/whatever as I hoped to get help with my anxiety/depression and other problems in my life and helpful training/experience in various things, and the workers/helpers talked to us and talked to/lectured us on/about some helpful advice.

After the lecture it was time to put some of that advice into action to practice using it in a physical way while getting exercise and practicing various things, we were going to do an obstacle course, and the goal was to do it as quickly as possible; and so the person with the quickest time would win.

The obstacle course involved facing various fears, practicing holding a weapon/taking cover/returning fire/and various other self-defense skills, footwork, speed, endurance, strength, and more; and I asked to go first, as they explained how the obstacle course worked, someone turned the television on American Football and it was the NFL Super Bowl.

The person who was going to do the obstacle course after me was my former female classmate LM, at some point I started the obstacle course taking my time to do things correctly, and I finished with a good time; and then my former classmate LM did the obstacle quickly without doing everything correctly or even trying, they did not penalize her for this to my surprise, and it seemed that she possibly finished the course faster than me.

I did not think that it was fair that people could rush through the course without doing it properly and not be penalized but I reminded myself that the focus was not about competition, but about us practicing/applying/training in skills that we learned that can help us in life while also getting exercise.

Many of us were watching the others do the obstacle course while also watching the Super Bowl, it was a very violent and disturbing match, and there were many fights and illegal things happening causing many penalties to be given and some people got kicked out of the game; but not enough was being done to stop the illegal and dangerous violence.

There were players doing illegal tackles, players hitting people after a play, players taking off their football helmets and hitting people with them, players kicking and stomping other players, players fighting each other, and several times both teams started fighting.

One of the worst moments of violence involved one player doing an illegal helmet-to-helmet tackle against another player, then after the play he took off his helmet and he hit the player that he just illegally tackled while he was on the ground in the head so hard that it knocked off his helmet, then he kicked him in the head while he was on the ground, then their teams started fighting again, and then he did a running kick to the head of the player while he was still down; and then he stomped on his head while he was unconscious on the ground, and it was like watching someone being murdered until some of players from the other team started fighting him.

All this violence was too much for me to watch, I wanted to jump into the television to stop him/it, and I wondered why the referees were doing such a terrible job trying to stop the violence; and I wondered why they did not end the game because it was completely out-of-control, and the referees were not giving enough penalties and they were not kicking enough players out of the game.

I did not want to watch people getting seriously injured for the rest of their lives and having their careers ended, I did not want to see people getting killed and beat to death, I did not want to see players constantly breaking the rules, and so I could no longer even really stand/bear/continue trying to watch this disturbing illegal violence; and it disturbed me so much that I woke up because of it combined with needing to use the bathroom combined with getting too hot because someone turned the heater on.

The end,

-John Jr

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