The Super Fast Sword Fighting Clown
This first dream antagonist was the best sword fighter I ever had in a dream, and maybe the fastest fighter ever in a dream too.
In the dream I was at a Ryan’s Buffet Restaurant with my family, and two of my brothers and I had to use the bathroom.
We went to the bathroom and I opened the door, and saw about four police officers getting killed by a clown with sharp teeth with blood all over his mouth.
I told my brothers to run & I told them tell everyone else to leave the building, and I would fight the clown long enough for everyone to escape.
The clown was biting, scratching, and hitting the police officers.
They were getting beat so bad that they could not even shoot their guns and the clown was smiling, eating some of the police officers, and he was drinking some of their blood.
I closed the door and I hoped that the officers would win, I was outside the door at this point, and I could not see what was happening.
I heard some gunshots from inside the bathroom, and I started to try to give myself courage, for if I had to fight.
I started to get serious and I felt like I would not survive the fight, and some how I had a katana at this point.
When I stopped hearing noises I went into the bathroom and all the police officers were dead, and the clown was eating and/or drinking the blood of one of the officers.
The clown saw me and he stood up smiling with blood on his teeth, he saw that I had a katana, and he started to laugh.
Then he pulled out a katana, and I think that he said that it will be fun killing you.
Then he ran at me super fast, so fast that I could only see a shadow-trail/blur of him. (He was moving so fast that you saw part of him standing while he was really somewhere else, and so he was so fast that my brain could not process his image/movements fast enough)
I started to block his attacks barely, the clown seemed surprised and he was excited that I survived his first few attacks, and he said that he had not fought anyone that had survived his attacks for that long for a long time; and that he was really going to have fun killing me.
The clown started laughing and moving around fast, but I kept blocking his attacks.
It was like the fight in the movie Blade when Blade was fighting Deacon Frost at the end, and sparks were flying off of my sword every time he attacked.
I knew that I could not survive longer, he was too fast and I could not even attack, and all I was doing was blocking & trying to dodge his attacks.
I started to feel like giving up, but I knew that I needed to waste enough time so that everyone else could escape.
So I started trying to give myself courage again, I reminded myself that this was my last fight, and that I wanted to die giving 100% of my full potential/power in this fight.
I then felt powered up like a hero fighting his last fight in a movie, and I started to attack the clown.
The clown was surprised, and we both started to block, attack, and dodge.
The clown was on the defensive now and he seemed to enjoy the fact that I was fighting better, and the clown even congratulated me for fighting so well.
But at this point I became tired, I knew that I had wasted enough time and that the clown was not tired at all, and so I knew that I was about to be killed by the clown soon.
So as the clown was moving in to finish me off/kill me, I woke myself up from the dream.
After waking up I went back to sleep, and I had a dream that a young woman from Japan (Japanese) was going to teach me how to sword fight better.
The young woman found me at Walmart, and she told me that she would come to my parent’s house to train me.
We went to my parent’s house, and we started to train in the yard.
She had a butler holding a pillow with a lot of rapier / fencing swords (foils) on it.
She had a katana and Japanese samurai styled clothing.
The butler gave me one of the fencing swords, and it was super thin and it felt weak.
The young woman said that she was going to test my current sword fighting level/skill, and so we started to fight.
My sword was so weak that it broke after blocking a few attacks, and so I got another sword from the butler.
Each sword kept breaking until there were none left.
I asked her that next time could she please give me better swords, and I asked her why did she not give me a katana.
She did not answer my questions, and I woke up.
The Yellowish Circle Shaped Being (Entity)
My next dream took place at my parent’s house on a sunny day, that seemed like a Saturday.
I was in the house, and suddenly members of my mom’s side of the family kept coming inside our house.
I thought it was a family reunion or something, but I heard one of my aunt’s saying that some strange yellowish colored thing had brought them to our house.
I went outside and everything seemed normal except some yellowish being (entity) that had a circular shaped body and a circular shaped head, arms, no legs, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and it had yellowish hair that was styled like Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z, it flew over our yard and it dropped off two of my cousins in the yard & it flew off.
I tried to run out of the yard so that I could follow the thing, but there was a force field preventing us from leaving the yard.
We went inside my parent’s house, and everyone was talking about what had happened to them.
It seemed that this entity was collecting everyone on my mom’s side of the family, and it was bringing them to our house.
For some reason it was trapping us in our yard, and no one knew why or what it wanted.
A few of my cousins (ME, DW, EE, ME, MG) and I went to the kitchen to think up a plan to attack the entity the next time it came to our yard.
We decided to take some alcohol, put it in some bottles, put a rag in it, light it, and throw it at the thing to burn it. (Basically a Molotov cocktail)
As we were making them, we heard people going outside, and so we went to the back door of our house to see what was going on.
The yellowish entity was floating outside near the back door, and members of our family were asking it what it wanted and why did it bring them here.
It just stood there and it said nothing, so my cousins ran to the kitchen to get the cocktails, and attack the thing.
All of them ran outside but each time one of them threw a cocktail at it, it just raised its hand and it would shoot the cocktail back at them, and then it would send them flying backward through the air knocking them unconscious.
I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a Molotov cocktail, and I ran outside to throw one at it while it was not paying attention.
But it raised its hand and the Molotov cocktail flew at me, but I dodged it, and then I ran to attack the entity but it sent me flying unconscious across the yard.
I then woke up in the dream on the ground in my yard, and my cousins were on the ground just waking up too.
I saw my dad raking the leaves, and then my cousins and I started to try to make a new plan to attack the thing with for the next time that it came again.
Then I woke up.
The Grim Reaper
My last dream was short, and I had this dream right before waking up one day, a few years ago.
I was at a dance, it seemed almost like a senior high school dance, and I was dancing with some unknown young woman.
We were having a good time and we were talking about something as we danced, but suddenly a portal opened up behind the young woman in the air.
Something that looked like the Grim Reaper pointed toward me from the portal, and it started to drain my life / life force / energy / whatever away.
I could not move and I felt like all my energy was being taken/drained, and that I was going to die.
I tried to fight it but it was too strong and right when I was about to give up and die, I woke up or I woke myself up from the dream.
I hope in the future that I will one day get a rematch against each of these dream antagonists, especially the clown.
-John Jr 🙂