Isabelle Antena & Mariah Carey In The City Of D

Isabelle Antena – Àngel Casas Show (1988)

All that I can remember of this dream is that it was maybe late afternoon or early evening in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I was at what seemed to be a slightly fictional version of my aunt JE’s house.

Isabelle Antena was there for a small private concert I assume, she had a male assistant who looked somewhat like a younger version of Don Lemon, and she probably had her equipment outside in the front yard which is where she probably had her concert.


Trying To Survive A Torture Chamber

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that I was inside a building, maybe a fictional version of The BP Library where I work as a shelver, and I was in the back in probably the employee area.

There was something involving computers going on that I can not remember, maybe computer maintenance / repair / et cetera, and maybe at least one of the computers contained maybe some pornography.


Gang Members Disguised As Prison Guards And Prisoners?

I did not voice record any of my dreams from last night and I woke up and went back to sleep several times and I slept in a way that caused my back to hurt and/or my messed up bed mattress that needs to be replaced caused my back to hurt so I ended up forgetting most of my dreams except for barely part of my last dream.

All that I can remember of the dream is that it took place during the day and I was with most of my family (except for my brother CC and his family), at some point during the dream I remember my family and I parking our automobiles in a field, but I can not remember what we were doing or where we had arrived from.

At some point we left in most of our automobiles but my dad left his automobile and some of his stuff (a generator, tools, and maybe a few other things) behind, and we drove to another location to a house or building; and I forgot to mention that the field and the new location that we went to were both in the countryside or country, and they both were not that far from each other.

I am not sure what my family and I were doing inside the house or building but at some point I remember maybe using my mobile phone to look at a blog and possibly a blog challenge where you were supposed to make a special tea and gather a few more objects and use those while reading a blog post and maybe doing a blog challenge post of your own, and maybe the tea mix was sent to me but I needed to get the cream or milk and sugar and other supplies to make the tea.

My dad was probably fixing something and he needed some of his tools that he had left in his automobile in the field and so I left in my automobile to get his tools and to get the supplies that I needed to make the tea and the other objects I needed for the blog challenge, and once I reached the field I started looking around for my dad’s tools.

Slowly other people started arriving to the field to hang out, I remember finding some of the supplies that I needed to make the tea, and I remember thinking about bringing my dad’s generator and other tools and a few other things to avoid them possibly being stolen because my dad had some of these objects scattered around in the field.

As I was collecting these objects I remember a group of men with whitish colored skin who looked and dressed and acted and looked at me like they were the somewhat dangerous country racist type driving to the field in trucks, I felt that they were dangerous and possibly armed and that they might attack anyone who did not have whitish colored skin, and that they might steal and/or vandalize your property; but there were other people around, and so it seemed that would help to prevent them from doing anything like that.

I still kept an eye on them as I continued searching for all the things that my dad had left scattered in the field, as I was doing this another suspicious and dangerous group arrived, and it was several armed men with light-brownish colored skin who seemed to be pretending to be prison guards who were escorting a group of chained up prisoners who seemed to be from different countries because I heard some of them speaking various languages including Spanish.

I felt that the prison guards were really gang members in disguise because of how they walked, talked (their accents, curse words, tone, and they were using one or two languages that were possibly Spanish and/or an unknown language spoken in a country in the Middle Eastern parts of Asia), looked and their tattoos on their necks and other parts of their bodies, body language, facial expressions, their weapons and how they held them, and more.

To me it seemed that the prisoners were probably really rival gang members in disguise who they had defeated, and who they were now keeping as prisoners for ransom and as slaves for their gang; and they seemed to be transporting them somewhere, but they were stopping to get some exercise and fresh air after driving for a long time.

I remember one of the prison guards or fake prison guards having a long barrel revolver and another had a pistol or submachine gun, and they all had their weapons out and they were carrying them casually in their hands.

They walked the prisoners to the middle of the field and they let them play maybe soccer (football), I remember trying to avoid getting hit as I walked around searching for my dad’s tools and other objects, and I remember having difficulty finding some of the objects that I had found earlier.

The prisoners seemed happy and excited to be able to relax and play a sport finally, but I woke up as I was trying to finish gathering the objects into my automobile to return them to my dad because I was taking to long.

The end,

-John Jr


Kanye West & Jay-Z Get Into An Argument

This was a somewhat confusing dream that I can not remember properly so expect errors and for things to be out-of-order and for things to be missing, all that I can remember of this dream is that my main focus in the dream was trying to find a new CPU fan for my laptop because last night in the real world I found out that it was no longer working so my laptop was getting very hot and running very slow, and so this dream was a strange journey with many distractions along the way.

I am not sure if I got to walk outside or not but I think that the dream took place during the day and I remember walking through house-like buildings, prisons, secret research labs, and more during my journey to find a CPU fan; and I met one or more sets of young women or women with whitish colored skin with long hair in similar but slightly different situations during different parts of the dream.


A Cosmopolis Inspired Dream At A Jail

Source: Wikipedia

I got awakened suddenly from a dream during the night thinking that someone had opened the bedroom door and said something to me, so I awakened suddenly probably saying/asking “Huh?”, but no one was there and the door was closed.

I remembered part of one dream but my memory of the dream faded after being awakened suddenly and as I tried to figure out if I had imagined that someone/something had opened the door and said something to me (maybe someone opened a door loudly somewhere else in the house and said something to someone else in the house causing me to wake up), and so now I barely remember part of the end of my last dream.

The dream took place during the day at a fictional jail where the D Jail should be and the dream seemed to slightly be inspired by the movie Cosmopolis, which I watched last night before going to sleep, and the chief of security for the main character in that movie was in my dream protecting another rich man with whitish colored skin who was older than the main character in that movie and his family.

Somehow I went to the jail and I ended up being trapped in a video game-like thing where some prisoners would spawn as villains like The Joker from the Batman movies, and some people would spawn as heroes like Batman and movie characters played by the actor Bruce Willis.

The heroes would get weapons like flamethrowers and they would hunt and kill the villains, and so the villains would have to run/hide/fight back to survive; and when you die you re-spawn again in the jail, and the video game-like thing continued.

I remember spawning as The Joker in a jail-looking part of the building as I saw and heard villains running around, hiding, and being burned to death/killed and re-spawning again; and the rich man, his family, his female assistant, and his chief of security watched in another room at the front of the building.

I remember focusing on running and hiding around the middle part of the building which looked like a nice house with nice carpets and a study/reading room and hallways, and another Joker villain and I hid in the study room until a Bruce Willis character with a flamethrower found us and attacked us burning the other Joker alive.

I ran around dodging his attacks until I reached the hallway but then the flames started burning me and I could not move much, it hurt somewhat, and I burned alive until I died; and I re-spawned in the jail-like part of the building.

I probably died several times and then I somehow became another prisoner who had whitish colored skin but I forgot how he looked and at some point the video game-like thing ended when the rich man called an end to it, and the rich man selected a few of us prisoner to meet him and the others in his group in the room at the front of the building.

His chief of security did not like this but the rich man did not care, the rich man talked to us briefly, and then he selected me and he sent the other prisoners away; and the rich man explained to the others and me that he had chosen me, and he explained a few of the reasons why but it was still not clear why he was choosing me and for what.

It seemed that he noticed that I was not the violent type but I would defend myself and others if necessary and that I was pretty good at it, that I was pretty good at running/hiding/dodging/surviving/making strategies and helping others, that I would probably not harm his family and him, that I was mentally/emotionally/socially/physically stable enough to handle the video game-like thing, et cetera.

Once again his chief of security did not like this and the thought of me being allowed around the rich man and his family and them/him but the rich man did not care, and the rich man showed me video clips and medical data (heart rate, blood pressure, and other physical/mental/emotional measurements/data) about me from when I was in the video game-like thing.

But I woke up before I could make sense of what he was choosing me for and why exactly.

The end,

-John Jr