The Romano Vampire Hideout?

Last night, I had a dream that is somewhat confusing, since I forgot a few key parts of the dream.

I remember an abandoned house connected to an alley with some old buildings in a fictional version of a street in my neighborhood, the front of the house was like my uncle IC’s house, the inside was like a smaller version of my grandfather’s house, and the rest was like an alley in a big city.

Britney Spears Is My Wife?

Last night I remember what was either two dreams or one dream.

Dream 1

The first dream or the first part of the dream all I remember is that me and Halle Berry were at my parent’s house at night-time.

She looked like she did in the movie Gothika when she got put into the mental hospital, she seemed to be in shock and I had the feeling that someone was after her.

So I carried her outside to hide her in one of our storage buildings outside, and the inside of the building looked more like a bedroom instead of a storage building.

I sat her on the couch and told her to relax, and that I think she would be safe in there.

I am not sure what happened to her or who was after her, but I felt I needed to help her.

I think I started to ask her what happened to her, but I can not remember what else happened.

Dream 2

The next thing I remember is being in a small apartment on the abandoned side of an unknown city.

Maybe apartment would not be the best word, since I think mine was the only one, I guess town house or house would be a better word.

Next to my house was a street and across the street was another house like mine, and next to that house were two tall brick buildings with an alley between them.

A young man my age and his wife & three kids drove up in an SUV or minivan to the house across from mine.

The wife and kids started playing outside while the man came to my door, my brother CC was in my house and answered the door.

The man looked and acted like a young man I had worked with once at my former job, except he was not in a wheel chair like the man I used to work with in real life.

He came in and we all started talking.

As we all sat down and talked I noticed a nice green couch with one pillow perfectly in the middle of the couch, for some reason this really caught my attention.

We were having a good conversation when I suddenly heard police sirens, and had the feeling that the police were coming to get me.

So I told my brother and the man to create a diversion to trick the police while I run through the alley.

I told my brother to drive our automobile up the street so most of the police would chase him and I told the man to pretend him & his family had just arrived at home, and tell the police that they saw our automobile drive down the street.

I then ran into the alley, and my plan worked.

The police could not find me so I think they called the FBI for help.

I remember that the alley led to a parking lot building or whatever you call them, it was pretty dark in there and that is all I can remember for that part.

The next part I only remember somehow sneaking into what I think was a FBI building.

I was going to see someone, I think I was trying to find out why the police were after me.

I think my wife had been arrested for some crime and maybe they thought that I helped or something.

I think someone in the building gave me some information about where to find my wife, but I can not remember.

I remember getting in an elevator and there were security cameras in there, I tried to hide my face a bit without being too suspicious.

I think I went on to the third floor which was a prison, but it was like no prison I had ever seen.

It was a rich person’s prison all the walls were covered in padded orange/gold fabric, each person had their own room, there were televisions, computers, book shelves, dining tables, desks, DVD players, game consoles, pool tables, a bar, pool, dance floor, and much more.

There were no windows, men & women were there, they all wore orange/gold uniforms, they could have butlers, friends, family, strippers, and I guess even prostitutes visit them.

Anyway I had the feeling that the FBI knew I was there, so I knew I had to talk to my wife fast.

Her room was on the second floor, I saw her with some guy that was only wearing a white loincloth or something, I was guessing he was either a stripper she hired or a prostitute.

And shockingly/surprisingly my wife was Britney Spears?

Anyway, she did not tell me what crime she had committed or if I had committed a crime too or not, but she did tell me that her lawyer got her a reduced prison sentence and her lawyer had gotten her into this nice prison.

She also told me that she would let me use her lawyer if I got caught, I had the feeling that she was going to be in prison for 4-7 years and if I got caught I would get about the same amount of time.

I felt that the FBI was near, so I went back to the elevator to leave and I set the elevator to go to the 1st floor but it went to the floor 0.

Then it went to the 1st floor, but the FBI were waiting for me.

There were about 3 guys in suits and 2 guys with SWAT gear pointing guns at me, so I said “Man, you got me.”.

One of the guys started saying that my kids were going to be put into foster care, and that they would get better parents that would help undo the bad influence me and Britney had on them.

I remember thinking: that we had two or three kids, I wondered if I had I really committed a crime, if I did commit a crime I wondered what was the/that crime, and I thought that if I did commit a crime that I hoped that my/our kids would get better parents than us.

Then I woke up,

-John Jr

A Good Dream Then A Bad Dream

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Dream 1

The first dream was a very nice and relaxing dream.

I do not remember what happened at the beginning of the dream, but I do remember me and a woman my age were walking up to the top of a hill or a little mountain.

Next to the hill or mountain at the bottom was a small dock with a small yacht, and the water appeared to be connected to a bigger body of water like a sea, but I could not see it.

It seemed that this was an isolated area that was connected through rivers or something to a large sea, there was probably a mountain blocking the view of the bigger body of water.

By the dock there was probably a trail or a small road that led to a big house or medium-sized house, I think the yacht and house belonged to her dad, and she must have said that because I remember thinking that.

As we were going up to the top of this hill or small mountain, we probably talked but I can not remember, and she was carrying a painting canvas & a stand to hold the canvas.

I do not remember what the woman’s face looked like but I think she had long brown hair, and she had whitish colored skin.

She had a dress or skirt and a jacket or long sleeve shirt or it was a dress, I do not know the names of women’s clothing that well. 😀

At the top of the hill there were small ponds of water, like the ones for Goldfish or something, but there were no fish; there were just some stones that you could walk on, and a big stone that two people could sit on.

We walked to the big stone and the woman started painting, while I sat down and looked around at the beautiful scenery.

I did some talking, but I can not remember if she said anything or not; she seemed very focused on her painting.

She was painting the area by the dock and yacht, and she started painting at the bottom of the canvas.

As I sat there and I felt very relaxed, and the wind was blowing a little; and the temperature outside was nice and cool, but not too cold.

It appeared to be in the afternoon and the sun was going to set soon,  and behind the hill was another area that led to the ground; but I only looked at it for a few seconds, as I looked around.

I am not sure if the woman was a stranger, friend, girlfriend, or my wife?

I can not remember much but we seemed to be very comfortable around each other, like we knew each other well, and I may have said something to her that made me think that she probably was my wife or girlfriend.

I do not remember what her voice sounded like either, I just remember seeing her focused on her painting.

I remember saying a few things, thinking about my brothers, and thinking about a few other things; then the sun was almost set, and so we started to leave.

Then I got awakened.

Dream 2

My second dream was not so nice, and it took place at night-time in a fictional version of LC by the mall.

Like the first dream, I do not remember the beginning of this dream either.

Me, my friend/former classmate JC, and another person or two were driving to the mall.

The mall and the parking lot were bigger than in real life and they had some alley-ways, and a few concrete structures that looked like little stages for concerts.

Suddenly police started coming to the mall from everywhere, like something big (bad) had happened at the mall.

So we got out of the automobile and started walking closer to the mall, to see what was happening.

We heard assault rifle fire/gunshots, so we hid on one of the concrete stages in the shadows.

Me and JC decided to leave the stage for a closer look, and as we turned the corner by the stage, there was a police officer with an assault rifle.

He turned toward us looking scared and shot at me, and I jumped to the left to dodge the bullet and I fell to the ground.

We told him that we were just coming to see what was happening, and then I looked down at my chest and I saw a hole and blood.

I actually got shot and did not know it at first, and then I started to feel like I was dying.

I told the police officer that I had been shot and I told him to call an ambulance, but he looked scared; and he just stood there like he was trying to decide what to do.

It seemed that he may have tried to think of a way to cover this up without getting in trouble, but I do not know.

My friend JC was standing there looking scared and he did not know what to do either, and he seemed to be afraid that the police officer would shoot him too; and pretend that who ever was attacking the mall had done it.

I had a cell phone in my pocket, that is one of the reasons that I got shot, as we were turning the corner I was reaching my hand into my pocket to get my cell phone, and I guess the police officer thought I had a gun.

I was on the ground holding my chest and trying to stay calm, and I told JC and the police officer to call for help; or I would probably die.

They both stood there and they still did not know what to do, and they both just looked/stared at me.

Then I woke up,

-John Jr 🙂

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