All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved these two videos by the YouTube channel ANGRY SOCCER MOM that I watched recently:
All that I can remember of this dream is that it involved these two videos by the YouTube channel ANGRY SOCCER MOM that I watched recently:
I had more dreams but I did not record them, and so now I can only remember the end of my last dream.
I am not sure what time of day it was because it was pretty gray I think, I just know that I was in the living room at my parent’s house, and I looked out the window by the back door.
Outside at the semi-abandoned house I saw what looked like a moving crew moving stuff out of the house and possibly cleaning, and so I assumed that our semi-neighbor T finally got kicked out after doing various things like damaging the house with a tree that he cut down for no clear reason and it fell on the house in real life last week. 🙈
Then I noticed a man with light-color skin with maybe brown hair who I assumed to be middle-to-upper class directing the moving crew but his back was facing the window so I could not see his face, they were carrying what seemed to be a nice classical(?) wooden armoire (wardrobe) and maybe some art and nice classical furniture, and so it seemed that they were also moving in things like we were getting new neighbors so I assumed that the man with light-color skin was one of them.
It also seemed that the moving crew were possibly remodeling the house as well, but even in the dream I was not sure at first but I guessed this in the dream; and later it seemed that I was correct.
I stopped looking out of the window because I wanted to tell my brother GC, and so I waited for him to enter the living room.
I looked back out the window and I saw a man with light-color skin with brown hair with his back facing me where you could only see part of his side (including part of the side of his face) standing in the backyard of the semi-abandoned house painting with a paintbrush while holding a palette with paint on it as he painted on a canvas that was on an easel, and his painting was an almost halfway done portrait of a woman with light-color skin wearing fancy old European-style clothing and the woman looked like she was from that older time period and part of the background had a nice blue color that I assume was part of the sky but I have no idea and there were some other colors as well in the background.
The color and style of the painting somewhat reminded me of a Claude Monet painting that I saw yesterday at work in the room of my coworker Mrs. S except more detailed and the colors were a bit brighter, I am not sure if the colors were watercolor or not, but the style was probably impressionism and maybe part realism but I am not sure other than it was probably mostly impressionism.
The man’s painting looked great so far and I was impressed, I assumed that this was one of my new neighbors, and I was excited for the possibility of finally having neighbors that you will probably want around and that you will probably want to talk to and who may actually improve things where they live and in the neighborhood instead of making things worse; and I was curious to ask him about his painting, and I hoped that maybe he would teach me how to paint.
My brother GC was in the living room now watching something on his laptop with headphones on so I waited for him to stop before telling him what I saw, and so I looked back out the window.
I am not sure when I first saw this but I saw a black and brown puppy that was possibly a Rottweiler or a Rottweiler mix, I possibly saw it in the semi-abandoned yard first but I can not remember, and now it was in our yard by the dogs.
Either before this or after this I looked out of the window again, and I saw a thin man with light-color skin with his face probably painted white or he was wearing white makeup et cetera like a mime and he was wearing a fake Queen’s Guard uniform (red coat) with hat (which was shorter than the real version so I knew that it was fake because of that) while standing in our yard right below the window that I was looking out of and he was looking up at me smiling and acting like a mime so he did not talk.
I was surprised by this and I felt awkward, I also wondered why the dogs were not barking at him (they seemed distracted by the puppy I guess), and it was slightly creepy.
I smiled and waved at the mime awkwardly, he smiled and waved back and he continued looking at me smiling, and I waited to see if he would say something or signal what he wanted but he did not.
The other man was still painting and the puppy was still in our yard, I assumed that the mime was possibly one of our new neighbors as well, and that maybe this was his strange artistic and eccentric way of saying hello.
I then stopped looking out of the window for moment because it was awkward, and I stopped to think about things.
I wondered how did these assumed new neighbors find out about the city of D and Eastside and why would they ever want to live in our poor neighborhood and our boring small city when they seemed to be middle-to-upper class, but I was glad that they did and it was nice to have some more diversity in the neighborhood and people who seemed to be about to improve things.
I never expected middle-to-upper class people to ever move into our lower class neighborhood, especially people who seemed to be artistic and who seemed to have some nice classical stuff, and I never would have expected them to move into an old simple house like that which is in need of repair and remodeling (especially after getting damaged by a tree recently).
I was excited about this and I wondered about the possibilities, who would thought that dream / ideal neighbors would possibly ever move into our neighborhood, I never did but I wished for it.
I started to tell my brother GC what I saw, but I woke up.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started inside of what looked like The E House combined with a school, I remember walking to the bathroom that is near the kitchen, and when I opened the door to the bathroom one of my former junior high school teacher’s Mrs. F was just leaving the bathroom; and I apologized, and I greeted her.
We briefly talked then she left, I used the bathroom and washed my hands, and then I walked past students in this dimly lit area until I reached another part of the building that looked like my parent’s house until I reached the living room; and I could see out of the windows, and it was daytime.
I walked out of the back door to walk outside near the back door, and I saw an unknown young woman or a woman with brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair wearing a pinkish colored coat standing by one of the dog areas where we now had a fictional puppy (it looked like a small breed of dog) at the dog house were my brother GC’s dog Cloud should be; and her back was facing me so I could not see her face, and I kept hearing her repeating something out-loud to herself and it seemed that she was looking down at maybe her mobile phone or something like that.
I thought that this was strange so eventually I said something to her after she still did not seem to notice me yet, she said something in response that I can not remember, and then she started walking toward where the basketball goals used to be; and then I noticed that she had one or two kids with dark-brownish colored skin who were also wearing coats, and one of the kids was a boy wearing a knit cap with a ball of fabric at the top of it.
The boy walked behind the dog house and he laid on the ground like he was hiding, the puppy found him and the puppy started biting and shaking the ball of fabric on his knit cap, and so I ran over to stop this; and fortunately no one got hurt, I apologized to the boy and the mother even though it was not really the puppy’s fault because the puppy was tied up at its dog house and the boy should not have been over there like that, and I gave them the knit cap back but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started during the day inside a school where I was in a class inside a classroom with other students, this class was like if The Daily Post had its own physical class and classroom, because all of our assignments seemed to be picking something from a small reddish colored fabric-covered hardcover book full of song lyrics and stories and poems and dialogue from various forms of media and more (that each student had) to use as inspiration to complete assignments that were basically challenges that were like Daily Prompts except that we had to physically write our responses and turn them in to the teacher or teachers; and this was a fun class that I enjoyed.
I remember doing several assignments during class and turning them in, I remember using some Fiona Apple song lyrics that were in the small reddish colored book as inspiration to complete one of these assignments, and at some point class was over and it was time to leave school; and we were given a homework assignment like the other assignments where we were to pick something from the small reddish colored book as inspiration, and write our response and turn it in during class the next day.
I remember walking home and at some point I remember walking through a fictional alley where the BP School Board Computer Department should be, there were two women with whitish colored skin there was well and one of them had maybe orangish or reddish colored hair, and there were maybe a few other people there as well; and something happened that I can not remember, and the women called the police.
The police arrived and the police officers were all young athletic men with whitish colored skin who were violent, rude, unempathetic, and they had many other bad qualities; and they were making the situation worse, to make things even worse they were not even doing their job, and they implied that they wanted the women to do sexual favors for them and then they would do their job; and so the woman with maybe reddish or orangish colored hair gave one of the police officers her phone number implying that she would do some sexual favors for them later, and then the police officers finally did their job and then they left.
This bothered me and I remember wondering how many other police officers and soldiers were like this, I thought of my brother CC who is in the military and I wondered how many other soldiers he knew who might be like this, and this did not make me feel so great about the future of the police force and military and the world; I knew that not every soldier or police officer was like this, but I felt that a larger number of them were like this than there should be.
I probably talked to the women about the situation and then I continued walking home as I looked in the small reddish colored book and started trying to write my homework assignment as I walked, when I reached the street near my uncle WC’s back yard I saw a large whitish colored truck parked partly in the street on the left side of the street, and it looked like my dad’s friend’s truck Mr. TL (Brother TL); and there was another automobile partly parked in the street on the right side of the street.
I walked down my parent’s street until I reached the field by my parent’s yard, I saw Mr. TL in the field so I greeted him, and he started asking me about the small reddish colored book that I was using; and so I explained it to him, and as we were talking the weather started to look bad and we suddenly noticed part of an old tree trunk in my parent’s yard that looked like the wind had somehow blew almost half a tree into the yard near where the basketball goals used to be.
My dad was in the yard walking over to look at it and so we walked in the yard to look at it as well, but I woke up as we were looking at it and talking about it and about how the weather was starting to get bad.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it was my favorite dream of the night but it is also the most unclear and confusing, and my memory of it is very flawed; and so expect errors, missing details, and for things to be somewhat out-of-order.
This dream seemed to be inspired by the film Inception where Mal Cobb (Mallorie Cobb) had started to confuse the real world and the dream world, and my dream focused on fictional events that would have taken place before the events in the film Inception; but in my dream things were much different than the film and the dream seemed to take place in maybe the 1960s, and I never saw Mal’s husband or children in the dream like they were either dead or gone or did not exist or something like that.
In the dream Mal lived alone in a one-story apartment house where The G House should be, it looked like an improved version of The G House where it was at least three apartment houses that were connected to each other or it was one house split into three separate apartment houses and partly sharing their porches or their one porch, and I remember some of her neighbors and some other people and maybe some detectives telling me her story.
I remember a man with whitish colored skin wearing a tan-colored fedora and trench coat warning me to stay away from Mal because they said that she was crazy and probably dangerous and that she was probably still under investigation (maybe that is why I never saw her husband or children, and maybe the investigation had something to do with what happened to them but I am not sure), and her neighbors and some of the other people said some of the same things about Mal that the detective had told me; and all the people in her neighborhood seemed to avoid her, and they mentioned some idea or plan or goal or something like that which Mal seemed to be obsessed with following or achieving or something like that.
They said that she had lost touch with reality and that she could no longer tell the difference between the real world and the dream world, I did not follow their advice and I decided to talk to Mal to hear her side of the story, and so I went to her house; and she let me inside her dimly lit probably 1960s style and furnished and decorated apartment house.
I remember her talking to me and explaining her idea or plan or goal or whatever it was and I remember her doing a lot of cooking in the kitchen as she talked with me (her appliances were probably all 1960s style), I can not remember what she told me but she really believed in it and she was obsessed with it (it possibly involved dreams and reality, and maybe she hoped to return to her husband and children somehow; and maybe she believe that this was the only way that she would ever see her husband and children again), and she wanted to reach it but she was probably still under investigation so she could not leave; but she decided that she was going to sneak out of the country anyway, and so she got one of her friend’s to help her plan her escape from the country.
It was possible that the other people were correct about Mal but she seemed so convinced and so convincing and stable enough (she did seem a bit unstable, but possibly stable enough to me) that I wanted to follow her to see if any of this really was true, I was not a believer but I was just very curious and trying to be open-minded and I felt bad for her and I wanted to see her reach her goal if it was possible, and I was actually probably hoping that it was true.
I was probably very interested because it probably involved dreams, but I was worried that there was a chance that she possibly had killed her husband and children thinking that they were dreaming and needed to wake up and maybe she thought that they were still trapped in a dream so she needed to get back to this dream to be with them or to wake them up.
Mal’s friend was a woman with whitish colored skin with long brownish colored hair in a somewhat wild natural hairstyle who was probably the New Age-type and more open and free, she believed Mal and she contacted Mal’s mother and some other people to help plan Mal’s escape from the country, and we somehow ended up in The United Kingdom to meet with Mal’s mother who lived there and the other people who were trying to help Mal achieve her goal.
It was a cold gray day in The United Kingdom so we were wearing coats, I had my heather gray Old Navy pea coat with a knit hat and gloves, and there was a man with whitish colored skin with us who was wearing a grayish colored pea coat that was better-looking and higher quality than my pea coat and I remember complimenting him about his pea coat; but I have no idea how we reached The United Kingdom.
We walked through a quiet courtyard to avoid crowds until we reached an upper area outside of a maybe train station-like place and a shopping mall-like building that had some office areas in one part of the mall where there was a small travel business, we met Mal’s mother in this upper area outside, and Mal’s mother somewhat reminded me of a nicer version of Mother from the television series Being Human (North America).
Once Mal’s mother learned of Mal’s plan, she politely refused to help any further except for directing us to a friend of hers who could help us sneak to maybe Switzerland or some country like that, and Mal’s mother told her that she loved her; and she revealed to Mal that she was not her true biological mother, and she told Mal who her real biological mother was (I can not remember if she said if she was still alive or not) and she apologized for not telling her the truth all of these years.
They both hugged and said goodbye, we then met with the friend of Mal’s step-mother, and this friend was a woman with dark-medium brownish colored skin with long blackish colored hair who knew how to talk to people to get what she wanted and she somewhat reminded me of the actress Angela Bassett; and she took us inside the mall to a small travel business that was in the quiet office area of the mall, and there was an open office or stand where there were two female workers.
One of the female workers was a woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish colored hair and the other was a woman with dark-brownish colored skin who had long blackish colored hair, they were happy to get customers, and they asked us what we needed; and the friend of the step-mother did all the talking.
The workers wanted to help us but it was not legal for them to help without filling out legal paperwork first for what we were asking, the friend of the step-mother knew what to say to get them to risk their business and to risk going to jail to help us, and amazingly she convinced them to help us without paperwork; and so she gave them the money, and they started preparing things to get us to Switzerland or wherever to avoid the authorities.
The friend of the step-mother probably warned us that this was as far as she would take us, after this we were on our own, and so hopefully that was the place we needed to be to complete Mal’s goal; but I woke up as we were waiting on the workers to finish preparing everything for our trip.
Last night I remember several dream fragments that were either part of one dream or several, but I am not sure.
The first dream fragment was of my automobile either stopping on the highway from LC or someone dropped me off on the highway from LC, and so I was going to have to walk the rest of the way; I am not sure which of those is correct.
It was in the day and I was not far from the road that led to SS’s house, and I walked up the road trying to figure out the way back; but I got lost and I had to ask some women that were standing in their yard, for directions.
They told me that they did not know they way, but that the sailor captain or something like that, might know the way; and they led me to an old boathouse that was in the yard next door to them.
Inside the old boathouse, several people in the neighborhood were gathering in a room for a meeting with the sailor captain, who was a retired Navy officer I think.
I remember sitting at a desk and at some point the sailor came into the room wearing an old sailor uniform or something, that was blue and maybe white, I think; and I think my brother GC was there.
I remember the sailor talking about something and I noticed that my desk had a broken spot that was a bit sharp, and I cut my finger a bit on it; and so I told my brother GC about it.
He tried to touch the sharp spot on the desktop to see how sharp it was, but it stabbed his finger somewhat deep, and so he had to get some paper towels for the bleeding; but that is all that I can remember on this dream fragment.
The second dream fragment took place in D at my dad’s job, in the day, and we were loading some stuff with my dad; work was over for the day, so no one else was there.
At some point a small green truck pulling a boat, came and the person driving the truck backed up the boat under the car-port, and then they drove off; but that is all that I remember.
My third and last dream fragment took place at my parent’s house in the day, and a group of people were in the yard with dogs.
My parent’s and I were sitting at a table, like we were judges for a dog show or something, and the people with dogs were telling us about their dogs one-at-a-time.
My parent’s and I had paper and pens or pencils, and we would take notes; it was like we were scoring the dogs and trying to decide which one we liked the best or something.
I remember one man who had several puppies, telling us about one of the puppies, and he was describing the breed & how big it was supposed to get when it becomes an adult.
I remember him saying that the puppy would get almost 4 feet tall, and he said what breed the puppy was, but it was some breed that I never heard of.
I remember being impressed and I even remember some of the notes that I was writing:
“Puppy will become a very large dog, puppy will probably be about 4 fee tall, puppy appears to have short fur/coat, puppy is a breed that I never heard of, and then I started to make a drawing.”
My mom said that she liked the puppy but that she did not know why the man had not sold or given it to, some organization that I can not remember and that I never heard of, and she said that organization offered to take the dog but the man refused.
My mom said that the puppy was registered and that it would probably sell for a lot of money or that many people would probably want it, and she thought that the man should have accepted the organizations offer; it seemed that she felt that the puppy was better off with them than with us, I am guessing, but I woke up.
-John Jr 🙂