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Forgotten Dream

This is probably a forgotten and then remembered dream from three or four days ago.

I remember being outside with some of my family including my mom and one or more of my brothers, I was at two computers working on something, and at some point a pornographic pop-up ad or something popped up on my screen as my male cousin DE walked over to ask me something.


John Jr’s MMA Fight | African Terrorists Attack A College?

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was inside a building where a MMA (mixed martial arts) event (possibly the UFC (Ultimate Fighting Championship) or a smaller fighting league) was taking place, and I was going to be fighting in a match soon.

I was very nervous in a realistic way like I would be in real life so my anxiety levels were high and I was getting an energy boost from the anxiety, and my body in the real world was getting an anxiety reaction as well.

My former male classmate DH was possibly there and if he was there he was either one of my coaches or he just gave me some advice before going to sit in the stands, but I can not remember.

I remember standing nervously in a circular sunken area that was near the seating area, this was the area where the fighters and coaches et cetera who were waiting to fight next waited, and there was at least one circular table with tall chairs.

There was a fight still going on in the cage (octagon), and I remember hearing two male ring announcers take a moment between rounds to talk about my opponent and I.

My opponent was a tall thin possibly tattooed man with light-color skin with yellow hair,  he was taller than me and he had more reach than me and he had more experience than me and he was more relaxed than me, and I think that the ring announcers said that I had one or two previous fights that I had won.

My opponent was bouncing around warming up, as I moved around nervously, and a relaxed thin woman (I think she was a woman, she looked somewhat like a woman  (imagine maybe someone like (just an example, this woman did not look like them exactly) a fictional younger Tilda Swinton and Ivy Mayfair-Richards and another woman) combined with a young man like Justin Bieber and / or another young man but she sounded like a woman or somewhat androgynous; basically her clothing (maybe a long-sleeve shirt and pants), appearance, maybe voice, hairstyle, and personality were pretty androgynous) with light-color skin with short maybe yellow and brown or some color hair (it was probably hard to tell because of her somewhat unique hairstyle and short hair) walked over to me.

This assumed woman seemed to be my coach or one of my coaches, and she walked over to give me some advice and to help calm me down so she walked over to me closely and maybe she put her hands on my shoulders and she started talking to me.

She told me to try to relax, that things were going to be okay, that I could do this (that I could defeat this opponent), she told me to control my breathing and she told me avoid breathing on my opponent because I did not want to help cool him down (which is an interesting concept that I have never thought of before, the idea was to not give your opponent any help / advantage, assume that even the slightest breath might help cool them down slightly) and she told me to tilt my head to the side when grappling / clinching when I need to breathe and she said that if I need to breathe through my mouth that I should barely open it and that I should breathe from the side of my mouth and she showed me how to do this, she told me to keep my guard up and to tuck in my chin and to keep my shoulders up and lean my forehead forward, she told me to not do anything fancy, she told me to pace myself and to not tire myself out, et cetera.

She was very calm and reassuring and this helped me to feel a bit better, and I started practicing some of the things that she told me as she sat at the table very relaxed as we waited for my turn to fight; and I felt more comfortable now after my assumed coach’s advice and encouragement, and I was glad that she was there and I was going to ask for some more advice once I finish practicing a bit first.

I started to daydream about how to react in various scenarios during the fight and I probably daydreamed various versions of the fight that were so detailed that I am not sure if I actually fought or not, but I assume that I was daydreaming to prepare myself for many possibilities so that I would be ready which would be helpful because of how nervous I was.

I remember daydreaming the fight starting and being nervous but practicing what my coach told me and trying to stay calm, I remember touching gloves with my opponent, and then moving around and then going in for my attack.

I went to fake a left jab, I went for a left leg kick while faking the jab, then I hit him with a left hook, and then I clinched him and I got some strikes in before taking him down to the mat.

There I got a few strikes in but his ground game on his back was better than mine so I stood back up, I went for a fake again, and then I hit him with a flying knee which knocked him down and I finished him with some ground-and-pound strikes.

But that was probably just one of several versions of the fight that I daydreamed, this all felt so realistic and I was nervous but excited to see how I would do in this fight, and there were cameras there so the fights were probably being televised so I did not want to lose or get beat up too badly.

But I probably woke up before it was time to fight because my body was reacting to the anxiety in the real world, and the energy boost from it probably woke me up.

I woke up feeling the same anxiety and energy boost and excitement from the dream.

Dream 2

One part of this dream possibly involved my aunt JE in some way, but I can not remember.

All that I can remember of this dream is that at some point in the dream I was inside a multi-purpose multi-story building that was a hospital and a college building, and I remember walking around on different floors of the building in the hospital parts of the building mostly.

I remember seeing doctors and nurses et cetera as I walked around, rode elevators, and walked up stairways et cetera but I can not remember what I did or what I was trying to do; I just remember hearing something about terrorism and / or a terrorist attack, and maybe the police were looking for someone and / or people were on alert so they were on the lookout for suspicious behavior.

At some point after exploring the hospital parts of the building I reached a college part of the building where I saw some students walking around, I saw a male student leave an elevator that I was going to use, and then I saw a stairway open up to or from the floor above and a male student with light-color skin asked me to push a button after he walked down from a classroom using the stairway and the button possibly closed the stairway again which was pretty amazing even to me in the dream because I had not seen anything like this before.

We said something to each other that I can not remember as I walked to the elevator, and then I took the elevator down to the 1st floor and I walked outside the building to what looked like a college campus with students all around.

I saw my mom and she was walking somewhere so I joined her, at some point I guess she reached her destination and then she left I assume because I do not remember seeing her again after this, and then I remember walking through the college campus realizing that I was now wearing only pajamas (a T-shirt and some pajama pants) so I felt weird and uncomfortable and self-conscious and some of the students looked at me funny sometimes as I walked around.

I walked through a cafeteria and then a courtyard full of students, and I saw a raised piece of land with a one-story building on it that was near a quiet road next to the wilderness so I walked that way like I was going to leave the college campus.

Once I reached the raised piece of land with the building on it, a small army of men from African (African) (somehow I knew this) who seemed to be part of a terrorist group, started attacking the college from behind me in the direction that I had just walked from.

They had a small army, literally (at least over 100 men, possibly hundreds), and they had dirty old small single cab trucks and horses and some were on foot.

The small African terrorist army had AK-47-like assault rifles, light machine guns mounted on back of their small trucks with people shooting them, RPGs (rocket-propelled grenade launchers), and some had swords and / or machetes (mostly the ones on horses).

They were shooting and blowing up and chopping up et cetera the students, fortunately they started their attack from behind me, and so that gave me time to escape because I was near the end of the college campus and I could escape in the wilderness or down road.

I ran for my life as the African terrorist army attacked and they started to move to surround the college campus, and a few of them on horseback went to block the front of the area that I was running toward so I had to kill one of them and I took their weapon and I probably killed the others.

There was no way that I was going to defeat a small army by myself and more were on their way to the area that I was at, they did not know that I had just killed some of them and took their weapons, and so this was my chance to escape and I assume that I took that chance instead of staying to fight and die (those RPGs were no joke, some students behind me probably got blown up by one).

But I can not remember what I did before I woke up, did I run or did I stay to fight some more against impossible odds?

The end,

-John Jr


A Special Family Religion And Imogen Heap’s House?

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I only remember part of my last dream, which was an interesting dream, but I forgot most of it when I woke up from the dream accidentally talking out-loud and/or snoring; and so the dream is lacking some context, and many important parts of the dream are missing.

I could be wrong but I think that all the dream took place inside a fictional building/house that I think was one-story tall even though it had a roof that was at least two-stories tall, I can only remember part of the end of the dream, and I remember being in the second part or the middle part of the building/house in a large maybe light grayish colored room that had many twin sized beds.

Before this part of the dream I think that I talked with my former male classmate DH, my former male classmate BH who acted more mischievous like he used to act when we were both in elementary school, and my former male classmate JC who I remember talking to about his dad who died years ago when we were in college and I remember telling him that I was sorry about his dad dying.

The large open room of twin sized beds also had an eating/drinking area on the right side of the room against the wall, it seemed like this part of the building/house was a shelter and there were a variety of people there like maybe a small storm was taking place and/or they just needed somewhere to live, and there were probably other basic areas that I did not see like bathrooms/laundry room/et cetera.

I wish that I could remember more of this dream because I know that a lot more things happened in this dream and I talked to various people and I did various things, and at some point I remember seeing a thin young woman who somewhat reminded me of Zoe Benson from the TV show American Horror Story: Coven on one of the beds who I think had recently broken up with her boyfriend and/or who had recently been abused in one or more ways; and I remember over-hearing conversations between some of her family members and her I think, and at some point I walked over to her to encourage her because she was probably sad.

My words of encouragement seemed to help her and she started smiling but then she started to approach me seductively like she was trying to seduce me, in my opinion she seemed to be trying to get me to have sex with her to help her forget/ignore her pain/bad experiences/et cetera, and I remember slowly backing away as she approached me because it just did not feel/seem right to me.

I could not tell how old she was and so I was not sure if she was even an adult yet and to me she was a young woman who was vulnerable and hurt and who needed help and encouragement, and I only wanted to help her; and so I had no interest in a romantic relationship with her and I politely told her this, but she kept approaching me talking seductively and touching me as I continued to back away resisting her.

Eventually I accidentally fell on a bed and she jumped into my lap trying to have sex with me as I continued to verbally and physically resist her but she would not stop, and so I managed to escape her; and I ran to a room on the left side of the building/house, and this room had the entrance/exit door of the building/house.

This room looked like a larger version of my grandfather’s living room and on the right side of the room was stadium style seating that went up to the tall ceiling, and there were people there about to start a religious-like service for a special religion/whatever that was made by a certain family who seemed to all be sisters who had light-to-medium brownish colored skin and who were slightly over-fat/obese; and the head sister was going to lead the service/whatever.

A man with whitish colored skin wearing a suit and two women with whitish colored skin wearing dress clothing entered the room through the entrance/exit door and I could see that it was night outside and that maybe a storm was happening outside or it was just windy maybe, and all three of them looked/dressed like they were from maybe the 1920s; and one of the women either spoke no English or she could barely speak English because she was from another country and she was pregnant, and she had short blackish colored hair with a 1920s-style hat with part of her hair and/or her hat curled over/near both of her ears.

The other women spoke English normally and she looked angry and she was complaining to the man because she had found out that he had an affair with the woman from another country and he got her pregnant, the man told her that he liked both of them and he wanted to have a relationship with both of them, and he had brought them to the religious/whatever service together hoping that they could help them with this situation and/or another situation.

The three of them were welcomed by the head sister leading the religious service/whatever and they sat down in the stadium style seating with the rest of the crowd and I sat in middle row at the top, and the actress Charlize Theron was sitting in the row in front of me and she had short hair; and then the head sister started the religious service/whatever, and she told the crowd that she sensed conflict/tension/et cetera in the crowd that would interfere with the ritual/service/whatever that they were about to perform for the man and the two women.

The head sister looked at one of her sisters’ in the crowd who looked a bit like her and she told her sister that she was sensing the conflict/tension/et cetera from her, she told her that she needs to deal with it before they start the ritual/service/whatever, and the sister admitted that the head sister was correct; and she told her that she wanted to admit something that was bothering her, and she told the head sister that she was no longer going to support the special religion/whatever of their family because she recently converted back to another religion (probably Christianity) to worship a deity (probably the Christian god).

The head sister and her started arguing about the situation and eventually the sister rebuked the head sister and the special religion/whatever of their family saying negative things about it, and she started saying a prayer (probably a Christian prayer) in another language (probably Latin); and the head sister started to smile and laugh at her sister, and the head sister decided to prove that the special religion/whatever of their family was stronger than her sister’s new religion (probably Christianity).

The head sister told her sister that she was about to show her a sample of the power of the special religion/whatever of their family, and sister said a few words in an unknown language that caused everyone in the room to get temporarily paralyzed causing her sister to instantly stop her prayer; and it hit us almost like a dragon shout from the video game The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim where you could somewhat see and sense it coming at us, and I remember being paralyzed with my hands stretched out in front of me and my feet hanging as I sat in my seat.

My hands and my feet were shaking as my muscles slowly became un-paralyzed and I was one of the last people to become fully un-paraylzed, and people started laughing at me because of how my feet and hands were shaking; and I started laughing as well, it was a strange/interesting feeling getting temporarily paralyzed like that, but I handled it pretty well without much fear or any fear.

The head sister proved that the special religion/whatever of their family was real and stronger but I am not sure what her sister’s response was, maybe they continued arguing but I can not remember, I just remember Charlize Theron turning around looking/smiling/laughing at me about how my hands/feet were still shaking a bit; and Mrs. Theron showed me something she learned from attending services/whatever of the special family religion/whatever, and she started blowing cold and strong air at me from her mouth almost like something Superman would do.

I was amazed/surprised and I tried to do it but I could not, Mrs. Theron smiled/laughed at me and she did it again so that I could see it done again, and then I tried again but I failed again; and so I decided to see if I could stop her from doing it instead, but I could not stop her from doing it and it was too powerful.

I gave up and I started to ask Mrs. Theron how to do that but then everyone got quiet as the music artist Imogen Heap walked into the room from the second/middle room from earlier in the dream wearing pajamas like she had been awakened by the noise that we were making, and it seemed that maybe she owned/lived in this building/house.

She walked into the room talking out-loud to herself and/or us and she heard someone knocking on the entrance/exit door, and so she opened the door to let someone inside and then she closed the door; but then she heard another noise and she was going to open the door, but I told her that I would open it.

I opened the door to look out of the screen door but I saw no one and it was still night outside and maybe there was a storm outside, and so I closed the door; and Imogen Heap turned on a TV that was on the left side of the door, exactly where my grandfather’s TV is in his living room (because this room did look like a larger version of my grandfather’s living room with fictional stadium seating), and on the TV was a BBC-like documentary-like TV program showing a woman in maybe the 1940s who could have been the Queen Of England and/or someone like that.

Imogen Heap walked over in front of where the closed off fireplace is next to a ceiling fan that was on the floor oddly and she turned it on, but the blades stopped spinning like they got stuck on something; and so I started to see if I could fix it, I saw that the ceiling fan was cracked so part of it was stopping the blades from spinning, and so I adjusted this so that the blades could spin and I moved the ceiling fan so that the brick part of the fireplace would hold it in place but the ceiling fan broke apart with the blades still spinning.

Oddly there were napkins over the motor so I could not see it and the blades were still spinning, and I struggled to find the off switch on the motor so that I could turn it off but the ceiling fan broke apart completely and it stopped working; and so I started trying to put it back together and I apologized to Imogen Heap, even though it was not my fault really because it was already cracked and ready to fall apart, and I started explaining what had happened to Imogen Heap but I accidentally woke up in the real world talking out-loud and/or snoring.

The end,

-John Jr


A Surprise Call From My Cousin ME

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I had several dreams last night but I forgot most of them due to sleeping pretty well and getting awakened by people being annoying as usual, and so I only remember part of one dream.

I think that it took place at my parent’s house but I could be wrong, but I can not remember the beginning of the dream; I just remember being dressed up in my interview outfit/semi-dress outfit and standing with a couple while practicing poses to take photographs with them in the living room, and there were other people there like the couple was getting married soon or had recently gotten married maybe, but I am not sure.