An Evolving Zombie-Like Contagious Outbreak & Using Superpowers To Survive

I do not think that this continuing dream went lucid, I think that it was a normal dream and that it never became a lucid dream, but I could be wrong.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this interesting dream from last night is that I probably remember someone talking about The United States President Donald Trump and I remember being inside a maybe one-story multi-purpose-like building with different rooms and halls and areas, and I remember walking around this building.

A Rich Man And Pea Coats | A Woman In A Bar / Restaurant / Apartment | Construction Work

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of the first dream is an old rich man with whitish colored skin with whitish colored hair and maybe some of his friends being brought pea coats and other types of clothing to look at/try on inside a building, outside in the city/wherever an outbreak/attack/something like that started that was possibly related to the television show The Strain, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of the second dream is going inside what possibly was a bar/restaurant/apartment/house/building where I lived in one of the rooms across from the bar that was like my brother GC’s room, my memory is unclear but I remember seeing a tall somewhat overweight woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish colored hair who had nice long somewhat athletic legs and she was showing a lot of legs and maybe she had a t-shirt and/or small dress with an open very short whitish colored fur coat/whatever covering the top of her shoulders and she had somewhat heavy eye liner/eye lash makeup/whatever and she somewhat reminded me of an American version of the female character from the television show The Strain named Dutch Velders (played by the actress Ruta Gedmintas), and I had a strong desire/need for some physical and emotional contact and I found her attractive so I asked her if she would eat/drink/talk/watch television with me in my room/bedroom and she said yes.

I walked her to my room/bedroom and then I went back to the restaurant/bar area to get our food/drinks on trays to take to her, at the bar was a man with whitish colored skin with dark-colored hair and maybe facial hair who kept looking around like he was expecting someone and wondering where they went, and I returned with our food/drinks to my room/bedroom.

I wanted us to sit on my bed next to each other eating, drinking, talking, and watching television; and after that I hoped to at least cuddle while talking and watching television, if more than that happened that was okay with me, if that was all that happened I was perfectly fine with that.

I just seriously wanted basic physical and emotional contact and cuddling while talking and/or watching television and/or sleeping was exactly what I wanted and hoped for, and so I was a bit in a rush for this to happen so I wasted no time in sitting on the bed as closely as I could to her as we talked/ate/drank/watched television.

This did not last long and she asked for a bit of space so I sat in a chair next to my bed, after we finished eating/drinking I tried to sit on my bed again with her as we talked and watched television and I started trying to cuddle with her which was a bit awkward because she was tall and taller than me and my bed was a twin sized bed but she kept complaining about/rejecting various cuddling positions so that stopped, since cuddling did not work out I started trying to make out with her instead but that was eventually rejected as well and she laid down and she asked for some space so I sat on the end of my bed while she laid on my bed as we watched television, she then said that she was tired so I probably turned the television off and she started to complain that she was too tall/long for my bed so I asked her to lay straight and properly on the bed so that I could see if she could fit and she barely could if she slightly bent her knees so she did this, and she asked for some space so I sat in the chair again.

It was clear that she was not interested in me or with cuddling with me or anything, it seemed that she just used me and was going to use my bed/room/bedroom and eventually ask me to leave my own room/bedroom so I would have to sleep on a couch in the bar/restaurant/somewhere else, and so I started collecting our dishes so that I could go wash them (I remember finding her fork but not her tray and other dishes, and so I had to ask her where she put them); and then I noticed the man at the bar again, I then assumed that he had been waiting on the woman, and so I told the woman about him hoping that she would leave and it worked (I think that she was originally with the man, he probably walked off to get her something, and then we met and she left with me after forgetting about him).

At some point she or they left and I got approached by several men in suits who either I worked for or they offered me a job, they probably worked for an intelligence agency or the government somehow, and they told me that they have been probably investigating the woman who uses people for various purposes (food, drink, money, information, shelter, et cetera) probably because she was suspected of stealing and selling classified information that she got from an intelligence agent/government worker/politician/whoever she used; and they wanted me to hang out with her again, but I can not remember why or what my mission was exactly (maybe they wanted to catch her in the act of doing something illegal, and so maybe I was to be used as bait/a trap as they watch/record everything).

I told them that the woman was gone but they told me that she would be back shortly, they said that she does not usually take long when using people and so she would be back soon after using the man who she probably left with to return to find someone else to use, and so I waited and they were correct; and I remember talking and playing pool with the woman in the bar/restaurant, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of the third/last dream is that it took place during a nice day in my parent’s yard and I had my automobile parked by the back door with the back door of my automobile open, and I was laying in the back of my automobile laying down relaxing and enjoying the moment and the nice day/view.

I somewhat went to sleep and then I woke up hearing construction noises and machinery/equipment/vehicles in the distance, some in my parent’s yard, and some across the street where the abandoned mobile home is; and I saw some construction workers in all three locations with two of them in my parent’s yard using an old wooden box to hold an object that they were sawing or something like that.

The two construction workers noticed me laying there in the back of my automobile and they probably thought that I was dead and/or they wanted to ask me for permission to use the old wooden box to saw objects on/whatever, I tried to pretend that I was sleep as I saw them getting closer because I did not feel like being seen/bothered, but when they got closer I stopped pretending and I sat up to see what they wanted but I can not remember what they wanted.

After they walked off I noticed that a new house was being built where the abandoned mobile home should be and it already had a frame and most of its roof, the side of the fence separating it from The B House was removed, and the new house was probably going to be connected to The B House to form one long rectangular house; and so it seemed that our neighbors at The B House now owned both properties, but I woke up.

After waking up I found out that construction work really was taking place at the abandoned mobile home, they seem to be working on the roof, and so maybe my mind heard the sounds of this as I slept and dreamed of it.

The end,

-John Jr

Homeland + District 13: Ultimatum + The Walking Dead + The Ebola Virus Disease = ?

I only remember part of the end of my last dream from last night which was a somewhat long, detailed, and interesting dream; but unfortunately I can not remember most of it but it seemed to be inspired by several things that I watched last night like: the television show Homeland, the French movie District 13: Ultimatum (D13-U), the television show The Walking Dead, and maybe the current Ebola Virus Disease (EVD) outbreak.

My memory is too unclear but maybe Carrie Mathison and Peter Quinn from the television show Homeland were in the dream in the beginning and/or the other parts of the dream that I can not remember, and maybe they were doing a joint investigation with Interpol; and maybe I worked for Interpol, and they sent me undercover to investigate something/someone/some group (maybe the Ebola Virus Disease, and/or maybe the Zombie Virus, and/or one or more people/gangs/groups/whatever).

An Automobile Tire Delivery Service?

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I went to bed too late, I slept good/solidly through several dreams during the night without waking up, I woke up late, and so I forgot all of my dreams except for part of the end of one dream; and I think that this dream was somewhat inspired by the film World War Z, which I watched last night before going to sleep.

The dream took place over a period of several days, weeks, and months in D at my grandfather’s house always during the morning I think; and my family was staying at my grandfather’s house it seemed, but I do not remember seeing my grandfather.

Maybe an unknown low-level sickness was spreading around the world and so we stayed inside my grandfather’s house mostly, but each morning I would go outside the front door by the mail box to check the mail/get the newspaper/take out and/or bring in the trash/to get some fresh air briefly.

One or more mornings some people either passed by and/or stopped at my grandfather’s house to talk with me and/or us, but I can not remember who they were or what we talked about or what happened; but I know that one morning I got or won or ordered or was given a tire for my automobile possibly by accident, and the automobile tire delivery company/service who brought me the tire were supposed to give me a new/used tire every-so-often as part of some new/used automobile tire delivery service that I won or ordered or was given somehow possibly by mistake.

The automobile tire delivery service/company/whoever would drop the tires off near the trash cans, so when I went outside to check the trash a tire would be there sometimes, but the second time they dropped off two tires that were deflated like a bicycle tire that is flat instead of being like normal solid automobile tires; and one of the deflated tires was the wrong size, and it was one or two sizes smaller than the tires on my automobile oddly.

I remember trying to think of some ways to contact the automobile tire delivery service/company/whoever to let them know the correct tire size for my automobile, and to let them know that I was grateful but that I did not need new/used tires that often; and so new/used tires ever few years would be better than every few months or every few weeks.

There was more to this dream than I can remember that probably explained/showed more about the possible unknown illness that was spreading around the world probably, which was probably a bit like in the film World War Z, but much more realistic and people probably did not become zombies; but I can not remember the rest of this dream or my other dreams at this time.

The end,

-John Jr

An Outbreak And A Woman Who Looks Like Kate Beckinsale?

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Last night I barely remember the end of my last dream, which took place inside of a maze-like apartment-like building that was somewhat similar to a few other buildings that have been in a few of my past dreams, and something happened that caused a panic inside of the building; and everyone ran and/or hid, as there appeared to be an outbreak or something in the building that infected/affected/effected certain people.

I remember running and hiding until the building was quiet, and I did not see any one for a while; but then I found a woman who might have looked a bit like Kate Beckinsale, and we searched for weapons while quietly talking about what we thought was happening.

I remember that we were very cautious and quiet, and we slowly sneaked around the building; and it was strangely quiet in the building, and we were a bit afraid.

I remember that the building did not seem to have windows and the floors were brownish colored carpet, and the building was a multi-story/floor building with many hallways & stairways with many doors leading to various apartments/rooms.

I think that earlier in the dream during the chaos, some of the infected/affected/effect people were running around acting crazy/strange and/or mentally handicapped in an aggressive way, I think; but it was not clear what was causing it and/or if or how it spread.

At some point the woman and I were searching a stairway that led to another floor, and we found a pocket knife and a expandable baton; the woman took the knife, and I took the expandable baton.

Then we saw a male police officer near the bottom of the stairway and we cautiously greeted him, and I remember asking him if he had any weapons; and the police officer said yes, he had a baton and a pistol.

We walked down the stairway to talk with him about what was going on, he seemed to not know what was happening exactly either, but then we heard voices from down the hallway near the stairway; and so the woman and I ran to hide on the stairway, while the police officer hid at the bottom of the stairway.

The woman had her knife ready to attack, I extended my expandable baton & I practiced swinging it, but the police officer seemed too afraid to ready his weapons; and so I remember whispering to him, telling him to get ready if we needed to defend ourselves, but he seemed to be in shock.

The woman and I started mentally preparing ourselves for a fight, as the voices got closer, and then several people came from the hallway near the stairway; and they were surprised to see the police officer, and so they stopped to greet the police officer cautiously.

Suddenly a slightly obese woman who looked mentally handicapped with whitish colored & black colored hair, came running from the hallway screaming/making strange sounds and acting crazy/aggressive, and she ran swinging her arms toward the police officer and the other people; and there was a panic as two of the people claimed that the woman was their daughter, and they asked the police officer not to hurt her.

The police officer was still in shock and he could not draw his weapons, and so the woman with me and I went to help him as they dodged the attacks of the woman who was out-of-control.

Something happened and I ended up attacking the wild woman with my expandable baton, but it seemed to not have much of an effect/affect on her; and the woman with me might have used her knife, which might have broken when she attacked the wild woman with it, and it might not have effected/affected the wild woman either.

The woman with me and I lost our courage after seeing our attacks not stop the wild woman and I yelled for the police officer to shoot the wild woman with his pistol, but he was still in shock; and so the woman with me and I ran up the stairway in fear, and to prepare to attack again and/or run.

Everyone was running around dodging as the wild woman ran around screaming/making strange sounds trying to attack us, it was scary, the wild woman seemed to be infected/affected/effected/possessed in way that made her crazy/aggressive & super tough; imagine someone mentally handicapped+possessed+infected with a type of rabies that makes humans super aggressive instead of just dying+super toughness.

The woman with me and I were like scared kids now, so we made one last attempt to stop the wild woman and get the police officer to run away with us, but we failed; and so we ran for our lives up the stairway, as the other people and the police officer ran around from the wild woman, who might have killed a few of the people, but I am not sure.

The situation was hopeless and I think that both of our weapons broke, and so we went back to running away & hiding; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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