Chromebooks | Police

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it was inspired by me looking online at Chromebooks before I went to sleep, and so in this dream I was also researching / comparing / et cetera Chromebooks; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Fighting In A Mixed Martial Arts Tournament And Getting Training Offers

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All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that during some part of the dream I decided to enter a mixed martial arts (MMA) tournament even though I have no real martial arts training (except for maybe a one or two-hour self-defense class for women that my male cousin DE and I went to with my mom once when we were kids), and I did not even prepare for this tournament.

In the dream it was a sudden decision, I found out about the tournament late, and then I entered the tournament.

I am not sure how many fights I fought, I just remember part of my last fight, and in my last fight I fought a man who looked like a tougher and more muscular version of the actor Jeffrey Donovan.

The man and I had a good and long almost evenly matched fight, and I was using my grappling skills mostly because his striking skills were probably better than mine.

There was something about my former male classmate JC in this dream but I can not remember what, I assume that my opponent and my fight against him reminded me of my former classmate JC, and of the only time that I lost a grappling match in my adult life so far.

In real life back when I was in college my former classmate JC and I had a grappling match in our college dorm room for fun to see who would win, we were roommates, and some of our former classmates and current collegemates and current roommates watched our grappling match.

My former classmate JC and I were about evenly matched, he was a bit taller and maybe heavier than me, and he had more grappling experience because him and his male cousin L were fans of professional wrestling.

We had a long and good grappling match, my former classmate JC has strange bone/joint/muscle structure (he can pop out and bend parts of his body in strange ways) et cetera so most of my submission moves would not work against him during our grappling match, and so during our grappling match that gave him an advantage so eventually I got too tired and he eventually won thanks to his strange joint/bone/muscle structure and more grappling experience.

That is the only time in my adult life that I have ever lost a grappling match, my grappling record as an adult so far is 1 loss and 1 draw and who knows how many wins, but it has been years since I had a grappling match because the people I know are too afraid of losing again I guess.

Anyway, I assume that my fight in the dream reminded me of this, but I could be wrong.

My fight in the dream was similar to my grappling match against my former classmate JC, without the strange joint/bone/muscle structure problem, and once again my opponent was more experienced and a bit taller and heavier than me and we were almost evenly matched so it was a close back and forth fight.

I can not remember the outcome of the fight, unfortunately, and the next part of the dream that I remember took place in the future.

I remember walking outside during maybe late in the afternoon or early evening across a parking lot near a police station/police academy-like building where there were many police officers (but most were probably wearing police workout clothes instead of their usual uniforms or had changed out of their uniforms because there shifts were probably over) but I do not remember seeing a jail or any inmates or any people reporting crimes, it just seemed like a place where police officers can train/exercise/take showers/eat/maybe sleep/et cetera.

As I was walking a male police officer with whitish-color skin stopped me because he said that I looked familiar, he recognized me and he told me that he fought me once, and then I recognized him as the last person I fought in the mixed martial arts tournament (the man who looked like a tougher and more muscular version of the actor Jeffrey Donovan).

Now that we both recognized and remembered each other we started walking and talking to the police station, and he walked me inside the back of the building where the locker rooms and gym and areas like that are inside the police station/police academy-like building.

We talked about our fight, I told him that I had no real martial arts training and that I had entered the tournament without preparing, and this surprised him because he said that I did a good job during our fight.

He said that he was trained in mixed martial arts by an older man, who had whitish-color skin with white/gray hair and beard who was possibly also a police officer and I saw flashbacks of this man training him and this man was the old mean rough tough no-nonsense type who possibly had an accent (maybe Irish or Scottish or something like that), and he also had some hand-to-hand combat training as a police officer of course.

I remember him saying that maybe he had won our fight but this was said as he was going to mention something else so I did not get any details and I was not sure if he really was talking about our fight or not, I still did not remember the outcome of our fight, and so I was going to ask him if he had won the fight or not because I could not remember but I did not ask him.

He was in a good mood and was excited now that he had found me, and he offered to train me in mixed martial arts and he wanted me to join him in competing in more mixed martial arts tournaments for money and because it seemed like he liked to challenge himself.

He was acting like a bro, into manly stuff and sports and partying et cetera and he was trying to get me to join in because I had impressed him during our fight, and he felt that I had a lot more potential especially once I got some training and he said that they could use some skilled/tough people/fighters like me.

I was not sure about the tournament stuff and bro lifestyle, but I definitely was interested in getting some training in mixed martial arts and getting in better shape so I accepted his offer to train me in mixed martial arts.

We finished our conversation, he was very excited, and we said goodbye and that he would see me again on our first training day which would be inside this police station/police academy-like building.

As I was walking away I remember seeing an athletic female police officer with whitish-color skin with very short medium-to-dark color hair who was dressed like and looked like she was about to exercise or had just finished (she was dressed like a recruit in training, maybe a gray T-shirt with police logo, and workout pants or shorts), and somehow we ended up in a conversation (she caught my attention and I probably overheard her saying something to some other police officers).

The female police officer told me that she was trying to train in mixed martial arts (for exercise, self-defense, sport, fun, et cetera) but she was having difficulty getting any of the other police officers to train with her and/or to train her, and so I offered to train with her.

So now I was set to train with two different police officers in mixed martial arts, I was not sure how I was going to do this, and so I thought about seeing if I could get us to all train together.

I was too busy talking with the female police officer and we were having a good conversation so I probably did not bring up the other male police officer, we seemed to have more in common compared to the male police officer, and so I was interested in getting to know her and I felt that we would probably become friends (maybe even more) and have a good time working out and training together.

I was more interested in training with her than with the male police officer, but I woke up shortly after saying goodbye and that we would see each other again on our first training day at this police station/police academy-like building.

Before I woke up I paused to think about whether I should tell the female police officer about the male police officer now or if I should wait until our first training day, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Getting Tortured And Humiliated And Experimented On By The Police?

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it involved news and things about The President Of The United States Donald Trump  and his administration, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

My memory of this dream is not so good because of what happened to me in the dream, I literally suffered memory loss in the dream from what was being done to me, and so I can not remember most of this dream.

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, I remember a highway or road with grass on both sides of it with forest on both sides further from the road, and there was a random police roadblock or checkpoint stopping traffic.

I can not remember if I was in an automobile or not, I just remember being stopped by the police, and they forced me to the side of the road.

One of the main police officers was a man with whitish-color skin and most or all the police were male, and I remember them probably searching me for weapons before they started torturing and humiliating and maybe experimenting on me.

My memory of what happened to me is unclear but it was not a good experience, I remember the police hooking me up to some equipment to maybe monitor my vitals and to a piece of equipment that went on my head as I stood there, and they used the part of the equipment on my head to shock me with electricity sometimes which is what caused most of my memory loss and they would shock me with other weapons like taser-like and/or stun gun-like weapons that were probably new prototype weapons that they were testing on me.

They would command me to do different field sobriety test-like things and they had me do other things for fun (like random exercises and standing on one leg and random things like that), they had me strip naked while doing this on the side of the road where everyone could see me (people stuck in traffic could see me, but no one helped), and they would laugh and smile and do electrical shocks to me and other things that I can not remember.

They were enjoying torturing, humiliating, and possibly experimenting on me and I did not fight back because they were the police and they would arrest me and worse if I fought back so they had the law on their side so I would be hunted down even if I could defeat them and/or escape from them.

The worse electrical shocks would cause amnesia, the main police officer was giving them various orders of things to try, like they had a list of things to test like this was an experiment and he would probably say things to me during the worse electrical shocks but I can not remember because of the amnesia these caused.

At some point they did the longest electrical shock like they wanted to see what would happen, I was able to handle this longer and better than they had expected, but when I was about to lose consciousness the main police officer told them to stop because they wanted me to stay conscious for this test and they did not want me to die and another police officer caught me to stop me from falling.

The police officer had to help me stand until I could recover, I could hear the main police officer maybe congratulating the other police officers, and maybe telling them that the data from this experiment should be helpful but they need to test maybe three or more people before they can close the checkpoint/roadblock.

It seemed that this temporary random checkpoint/roadblock’s purpose was to find suitable test subjects that they could force their experiments on to test their new prototype weapons and whatever else they were doing these tests for, and of course they seemed to enjoy torturing and humiliating people.

Besides amnesia and being barely able to stand, my mind was messed up with probably flashes of memories of what happened and what was said during the worse electrical shocks, almost like they had tested some mind control-like techniques or something on me between electrical shocks.

But that is all that I can remember of this bad dream before I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Police Searching The Yard Of The E House

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All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, I was at my parent’s house with my parent’s when my male cousin ME arrived at the door, and we let him inside the house.

My cousin ME wanted help with something that I can not remember, at some point in the dream I remember him going to the yard of The E House, and then I saw many male and female police officers talking with him and searching the yard like they were looking for illegal drugs and/or something like that; and so I assumed that my cousin ME was in trouble with the police again.

The police officers were wearing strange long-sleeve light bluish (powder blue)-colored uniforms that looked like a combination of a military uniform that a military recruit in military recruit (basic) training would wear combined with a police uniform, and I remember my dad walking over to see what was going on.

Eventually I walked over to the yard of The E House as well, my cousin ME and my dad were looking for something, and the police were allegedly helping them; but I still felt that the police were really there looking for illegal drugs and/or something like that and that my cousin ME was probably in trouble again, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The other part of the dream involved me playing the video game Fallout 4 and I remember being in workshop mode moving and spinning objects around at my settlements as I looked at them and organized my settlements, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

Ebb And Flow

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Daily Prompt

The Daily Post has a Daily Prompt today called Ebb And Flow, and this is what it says:

Our blogs morph over time, as interests shift and life happens. Write a post for your blog — but three years in the future.

And this is my response:

Because my blog is mostly a dream blog, a post three years in the future would be about the same as today’s post, a post about the dreams that I remembered during the night; and so my dreams from last night in this post can be used to answer this prompt:

Dream 1

I had a variety of interesting dreams from last night that I remembered part of but I was so comfortable in bed that I did not get up to voice record them so I stayed in bed daydreaming, thinking, and sometimes dreaming again until I forgot some of the dreams and I forgot most of the dreams that I did remember part of; but fortunately I still barely remember part of three dreams.

My brother CC is visiting and this is my first time seeing him in over a year so I have spent most of the day with him and my parent’s so I have forgotten even more of my dreams because I have not been thinking about them today so I am typing this very late, but I do still remember a few parts of my dreams.

All that I can remember of this dream is that at the end of the dream I was on some maybe wooden platforms that were all separated from each other near a wooden dock-like area with couches on each platform in the middle of the ocean with some of my family and some other people, at some point sharks (probably Great White Sharks) and/or something like that attacked me, and they were trying to grab me off the platforms.

I tried to stand where they could not reach me but the sharks/whatever kept jumping out of the water to get closer to me, they started to grab me and I think that I remember some police officers helping grab me to stop them from pulling me in the water, and we struggled to not be pulled in; and maybe a few police officers got grabbed into the water by the sharks, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that at the end of the dream I was inside a fictional college dorm that I probably used to stay at but I probably no longer stayed there, I remember going into one of the dorm suites which was nice and it had an interesting design where the shared areas were across the entire middle part of the suite, and the private rooms were on the left and right sides of the suite.

Everyone was gone, I can not remember why I was there exactly but I was possibly there to see my male former classmates JC and DH and/or hoping the find an empty dorm room to stay in for free until I could afford to pay for one as I possibly try to return to college to finally finish, but I can not remember.

I remember going into one of the dorm rooms that was either not being used or the owner was gone, I remember spending some time in the room and suite, and then I remember being in a bathroom; and then when I was leaving the bathroom a woman with whitish colored skin who was a college student saw me, at first she probably assumed that I was visiting someone, but she probably called some of her suitemates to see if they knew me.

None of them did and so she probably confronted me, but maybe my former classmates JC and DH arrived and let her know that they knew me before she could call security but I could be wrong; there was more to this dream, this dream was longer and I did a lot more thinking, and there was more feelings to this dream as I probably hoped to not get caught and I hoped to be able to finish college but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and I remember some parts of the dream taking place in the field by my parent’s yard, at the bus stop area of The E House, on the porch of the reddish colored house across the street from The E House and inside the house, and a few other areas when walking through these areas.

This dream is too unclear but I know that it involved at least two women during different parts of the dream, both of them were unique and strange and maybe even non-human or non-human-like, and I remember one of the women living at the reddish colored house.

We somehow met and had a good conversation on her porch and then inside her house and things were going good until something that I can not remember happened, she became angry and a bit crazy, and she made me leave; and later in the dream I met another woman who was similar to her at the bus stop area, and we had a good conversation at first.

Once again something that I can not remember went wrong and she became angry and a bit crazy and she left, and then I left; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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