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Dream 1

This dream took place at The BP Library, I was working, and my coworker Mr. JM had to help me figure out something.

Then I remember working on the library’s website from a computer at the front desk, and a variety of my coworkers were near this area like my coworker Mr. CF and my female coworker JB and several others.


NF And Her Husband Trying To Help Me Move An Automobile?

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I went to bed very late last night, and now I can only barely remember part of the end of my last dream from last night.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I think that I went somewhere with some of my family like my mom and maybe my former male classmate JC.

One of these places was possibly a fictional apartment and/or house on or near N Street, but I can not remember the details of most of this dream.

At some point I think that my automobile was parked in or got left in my parent’s yard and later in the dream after leaving somewhere else someone dropped me off in the parking lot of another multi-story apartment building, and maybe someone else was supposed to arrive in their automobile to help me and/or to take me to get my automobile again.

There was an old automobile and/or something else in the parking lot that could no longer drive, the person who was supposed to meet me there and I were going to look at it, and if we wanted it we would take it back to my parent’s house and/or somewhere else so that someone could fix it and get it working again.

The person who I was supposed to meet there and who was supposed to help me possibly never arrived, I regretted not bringing my automobile at this point because I wanted to move the old automobile and/or whatever it was to get it back home, and so I tried to figure out what to do.

At some point my female online contact from Germany (German) NF and her husband C arrived, they probably did not have an automobile so maybe they came from the apartment or they walked but I can not remember, and they started trying to help me figure out how to move the old automobile and/or whatever it was back home.

NF’s husband C did not seem interested and like he did not want to help and maybe like he did not like me or something, I am not sure, and it seemed that he was pretending to help while also wasting my time just to be annoying.

Without an automobile to pull it or tow it we would have to push it across town, this would take a while and would be dangerous, and so I tried to find another way.

At some point we started to try pushing it to see if we could move it ourselves, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


Annette Moves To The Same City

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I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of my last dream that took place during the day, and I think that it involved me being online and finding out that Annette another blogger from and maybe some of her family were moving to another city.

By coincidence Annette and some of her family ended up moving to the city that I was living in, so Annette asked me to help her/them move their stuff in their new house, and so I went to help her/them.

I remember helping them move stuff while we talked, I remember Annette mentioning a table or chair that she had bought that needed to be put together, and that she would probably need my help to put it together one day.

I finished helping them and visiting with them and I left at some point expecting to visit them again soon and help Annette with the table or chair, but weeks or longer passed without this happening so one day I decided to make a surprise visit at their house.

A woman who I assumed to be Annette answered the door but she looked younger, bigger, and a bit different from how Annette looked earlier in the dream so I was not sure if it was really Annette or not but she seemed to know me so I assumed that Annette had somehow magically changed in appearance since I last saw her; and I was too embarrassed to ask if she was Annette or not.

Some of her family was there like a female family member with white skin with long yellow hair, a male family member with white skin with dark hair, and maybe a few others.

The female family member and the assumed Annette with a new appearance talked with me as they walked me to the room where the table or chair was that she was trying to put together, when she answered the door earlier I had asked if she still needed help with it and that I had come to visit, and she told me that it was mostly done but they needed a bit more help.

The table or chair was on an island-like table in a kitchen or dinning room or another room, it seemed to be mostly assembled now, and they needed help moving it to another room.

Oddly part of this room was an outdoor area even though we were inside, and the outdoor-looking area looked like part of a small yard where they had taken down the fence and there was pulled up dirt and grass like someone had pulled it up trying to remove the fence and/or like maybe they were going to cover the ground with a floor to match the indoor-looking areas.

Somehow the table or chair changed to where it now looked like a combination of a body bag in the shape of a man combined with a bean bag chair, I remember them saying or joking that some of the materials that they used were possibly from a male family member of theirs or something like that (this was explained better, but I can not remember), and I remember being a bit confused and thought that this was strange.

We moved it to another room and I asked them if they were sure that it was put together properly, maybe I also asked if they were sure that no one was inside of it because it was shaped a bit like someone was inside of it, but I woke up shortly after this.

The end,

-John Jr


Moving Into A House With My Family

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All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in a fictional and nicer version of the city of L or a city that was where L should be, I was with most of my family, and we went to see a nice modern one-story house that was either for sale or rent maybe.

The house was in a nice little neighborhood with an alleyway separating it from the yards of several other houses on the left side and maybe there was a large parking lot for a school on the right side, and the house had a very large area open area where the kitchen/dining room/living room/maybe family room were; and the house was mostly unfurnished, but there were some beds and some chairs and a few appliances.

Next to the large room was a hallway that had many rooms on both sides of it, probably mostly bedrooms and the laundry room and storage rooms, and maybe there were a few small hallways leading to other rooms; and so there were plenty of rooms for everyone and more to spare.

I guess we decided to buy or rent it because I remember us starting to move our stuff inside the house, the closest house next to us across the alleyway had a large family who lived there who always had different people (probably family members) coming over to their house during the dream, and the husband/owner of the house was a super obese man who reminded me of Mr. S.

I remember looking around parts of our new house, looking around outside in the yard and parking lot and the alleyway, waving to the neighbors, helping move stuff inside the house, and at some point I remember riding a bicycle on my way back to the city of D to maybe get something; but I got a phone call on my mobile phone before I could leave the city, and so I was talking to someone on the phone.

Some kids were playing outside as I was talking on my phone and a little girl with light brownish colored skin with brownish colored hair stopped to ask me some questions, I can not remember what she said, but it made me realize that trying to ride a bicycle back to the city of D would take too long and that I have never traveled that far by bicycle or foot before; and so I decided to return to our new house instead, and so I said goodbye to the girl after answering her questions and I rode my bicycle back to our new house.

Once back at our new house I remember being in the alleyway near where there was some wood piled up in the alleyway outside the fence of our closest neighbors, I assumed that it was the wood pile that my dad had at our old house, and I noticed that some of it was hanging over or one the neighbor’s fence so I was going to move them; but a new person in the neighbor’s yard, a man with dark brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who was probably a family member of theirs, started moving it to a wood pile that they had in their yard.

I went into their yard to ask him about the wood to see if it was theirs or my dad’s, I also wanted to apologize about the pieces of wood being on their property but he did not know, and so he walked me inside the house to talk to the husband/wife/owners of the house and their children; and as usual there were many people there and the rooms in the house were smaller than our new house but it was also a somewhat large one-story house, and I briefly talked to them but I can not remember the details.

I left back to our new house at some point and my family were hanging out in the large open room so I sat down in a chair enjoying the nice view outside because there were many nice and large modern windows in this room that gave you a good view of the outside, but then I saw our neighbor’s walking over like they were coming to visit us; and so I told my family, we were not ready for visitors and the house was mostly empty, and so I was not looking forward to this.

Instead of going to another room to hide I decided to stay where I was, my parent’s greeting the family and let them in, and I remember the husband making a joke about hugging or putting the wives of other men in his arms or some terrible joke like that which was not a good joke to use when talking to people you do not know well; and he made this joke before asking my mom for a hug, he was trying to be friendly and jolly, but that was not a good joke but my dad had no problem with it but my mom and me did (it was a bit cringe worthy).

We knew or assumed that he was just trying to be friendly so we took it as a joke, we greeted them and we started talking, but I woke up as they welcomed us to the neighborhood and tried to get to know us a bit better.

The end,

-John Jr