Moving In The G House And In A Dorm / Apartment?

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Dream 1

This dream took place during the night and me and my brother GC seemed to be moving into The G House, maybe only a partial temporary test to try staying there for a night or two, either way it seemed that maybe our family either owned it now or were considering owning it.

We were using the back door and we had some of our stuff on the back porch, the back porch had railing and was bigger, and among some of the stuff that we had on the porch were two old revolvers and another gun oddly.

The G House was empty and in better condition than it is now, our male cousin DE did not seem to be around, and I remember me and my brother GC talking on the back porch.

In the field behind The Action-Packed House I saw an adult and maybe a child, the adult looked in my direction like they saw me surprisingly, and I remember trying to move the guns on the porch where they will be less likely to be seen until we could move them inside.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

This dream possibly started during the day and me and maybe someone else went to an old college dorm / apartment that seemed to be getting renovated, there was hardly anyone there, and we or I seemed to be considering moving in because it was quiet.

Later in the dream when I returned to move in there seemed to be new people in charge of the building and they were renovating and changing things, and more workers and students were showing up.

It was pretty busy now and things looked different, I remember trying to find an elevator to get me to my floor, and I remember seeing many international students including some from countries in Asia.

I remember walking among a group of female students from Asia (Asian) and we stopped outside the elevator, I noticed what I thought was a trash can that was not where it was supposed to be, and so I moved it but it was actually a flowerpot or something.

While doing this I noticed some images on a wall that seemed to relate to Adolf Hitler and the military unit that he was part of, Adolf Hitler was possibly the leader of the country that I was in during this dream but I am not sure (I think that I just somehow knew or thought this as I noticed the images, which happens in dreams sometimes when you just know something magically, but I could be wrong), and the time period was modern times or slightly futuristic like the newer Wolfenstein video games.

Some of the images were possibly symbols and art work and faces (like some soldiers would paint on their military aircraft et cetera) et cetera that they painted on some of their military vehicles and other equipment that possibly included mech suits.

I wondered if this meant that Adolf Hitler would be using military propaganda and taking a more militaristic approach and / or if he would use his military unit in a more active role.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


A Shootout And A Missile Strike

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the night in another city and I was with most of my family at what I assume was a hotel, we left by automobile to go get something to eat, and I wanted to eat at a buffet but the rest of my family wanted to shop and maybe watch a movie first so we did that first.

It was getting late and I feared that the buffet would close and so I kept telling my family that we should go to the buffet now, but they felt that we could make it in time so they kept shopping et cetera.

I started to consider going to the buffet without them, but I woke up.

Dream 2

This dream was possibly a continuation of the first dream, but I am not sure.

All that I can remember of this dream is that it started during the night and I was at a hotel with my family again, and this time my brother CC was with us and he looked younger (maybe a teenager) and he had his old hairstyle from back then instead of his current super short possibly bald military haircut now that he is in the military but he was still in the military even though he looked younger oddly.

My brothers KDC and TDC were younger as well, and they were being annoying while some of my family were trying to sleep.

Our dad was watching television, our mom was probably sleep, our brother CC was trying to sleep, and my brother GC and me were talking.

I remember my brother GC telling me about something that happened earlier, possibly a forgotten part of the first dream, where he was riding in my brother CC’s automobile (I assume when we had went out in the first dream) as our brother CC drove.

My brother GC mentioned that our brother CC had listened to some strange music with lyrics about death and other things while singing along, that he would cry sometimes, and that he said some strange things sometimes during their drive.

I assumed that some of the strange music was probably some music from some of my brother CC’s fellow soldiers, that some of the strange things that my brother CC said was possibly repeating some lyrics from those songs and / or some negative experiences in various war zones that he has been in so far, and that some of the crying was possibly from a connection to the music and / or from some memories of some negative experiences from the war zones that he has been in so far so I worried that he was suffering from some things that he saw and experienced in those war zones.

This concerned me and I hoped that I was mistaken, and I wanted to talk to my brother CC about it.

Our brother CC heard my brother GC telling me this because he was not really sleep even though he looked like he was sleep because of our brothers KDC and TDC were making too much noise, but I can not remember what his response was when he heard our conversation.

The next thing that I remember is going outside, it was day now, and there was a parking lot on the left side and separate apartment and / or hotel-like buildings on the right side.

One or more people may have been with me but I can not remember, I just remember walking past several buildings when we or I was attacked from one of them, and we or I was attacked by people wearing old American Wild West-style clothing with old style guns and most or all of them had dark-color skin and there were some women there too with fancy old-style dresses and big hairstyles from that time period but I am not sure if they were attacking us too or not.

I remember taking cover as they shot at us or me, I had no idea why they were attacking us, and I was confused about what time period it was because everything else looked modern until this point so I was confused and I wondered why they looked like they were from the wrong time period.

I am not sure if I found the gun or if I already had it, but I remember having an old-style revolver and I used it in our shootout as I took cover and sometimes took shots at the enemy.

Eventually I had two revolvers and I started shooting up my enemies, the last one was a large strong man with dark-color skin dressed like a cowboy like the rest of the men, and it took a lot of shots to take him down and I could see the bullet wounds and blood but I am not sure if anyone really died or not.

After I finally defeated them or most of them we heard a sound in the distance that sounded like missiles being launched, somehow I knew that the government had just launched some missiles at the building where our shootout was taking place, and I wondered why they would do this without warning and when the situation was under control and there were mostly innocent people inside because this building seemed to be an apartment or hotel.

I assumed that maybe they did not care because a lot of the people seemed to have dark-color skin so I assumed that the government (maybe local but I am not sure) were just racist and did not care and were going to use the shootout as an excuse to attack, but I had no idea.

We saw a missile fly in the air like it was launched from the ground or from underground in the distance, and those of us outside ran inside the building and we all started running through the building trying to escape out the back, which made no sense because we were at the front of the building which would have been the logical path to take to get away from the building as quickly as possible, but we took the long way oddly and we ran for our lives through the building.

We were running for our lives so hard that we failed to warn the other people in the building as we ran through it, I saw families et cetera in the building who had no idea that they were in danger, and we even ran through one of the rooms and I finally made it out the back of the building just in time to run back in the direction that I came from.

I then realized that I failed to warn the people inside but it was too late and the missiles started to hit the building, many of the others who were running probably did not make it, and the missiles hit the building strategically causing the entire building to collapse with all of those innocent people inside.

I felt bad that I forgot to warn people because I was running for my life so hard that it did not cross my mind because I knew that the missiles would hit soon, and I still barely made it out alive.

But I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


A Possible Zombie Threat And Having A Shootout With Two Revolvers And Mrs. VS And The Sportsman’s Guide Magazine?

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I slept pretty well/solidly last night except for waking up briefly one or more times drooling a bit (nasty, maybe I was snoring or something like that and/or talking in my sleep), I had to use the bathroom but I went back to sleep instead, and later I woke up from my dream probably because my bladder was hurting badly with stabbing pains because I needed to urinate so bad; and once again my mind was blank when I woke up, but I took a moment to try to remember part of one dream.

My bladder pains and blank mind made it difficult even though I know that I had several clear somewhat long dreams and I had just woke up from a dream, and so I can only remember barely part of one dream unfortunately; and this dream took place during the day in a fictional area away from/on the outskirts a city probably but I probably could not see the city really because of trees that surrounded most of this area, and I somehow went to a medium-sized multi-story civic center/apartment-like building with a field on the back & sides of it with a large parking lot in the front of it.

On part of the large parking lot and on some parts of the field were tents and temporary housing structures where I saw people (young and old, mostly families with kids) camping, and I probably went inside the building on the first floor; and there were some people living on a hallway on the first floor that had apartment rooms on both sides of the hallway, and some people were in a shared dinning room/kitchen/living room/meeting room area.

I came across a man who explained to me that most of the building had been attacked and taken over by threats, oddly I can not remember what the threats were or what they looked like or if I fought any of them or not, but I am guessing the threats were zombies and/or maybe ghost-like creatures and/or something like that; and so most of the people who lived at the building were living outside now, but some of the people were brave enough to stay on parts of the first floor which seemed to be the only safe area.

Something happened that I can not remember inside the building were a gang/group of people and I got into an argument over guns/weapons probably, I probably asked for some guns/weapons to help fight/clear the threats from the building, and I guess the gang/group of people and/or their leader became very aggressive for no clear reason; and I ended up having a gun battle with the leader of the group, and I grabbed two long barrel revolvers that the group/gang had as my weapons in the gun battle.

The two revolvers had blackish colored metal barrels and chambers with reddish/brownish colored wooden handles, they looked pretty good and clean, but I think that the leader of the group/gang had one or more modern guns like one or two pistols; and I remember trying to stop the gun battle but the leader would not listen, and so we ran around the room or rooms taking cover , and shooting at each other as his gang and the man who talked to me earlier watched.

During our gun battle the chamber on one of my revolvers popped out at least twice, which was annoying and it almost got me killed, and so I had to shoot with one revolver while trying to pop the chamber back in place on the other revolver.

Unlike in some films and dreams, I actually had to reload my guns and I only had a few shots/bullets like in real life, and because I had two revolvers the process was slow; but fortunately the leader had to reload as I was reloading one of my revolvers, my other revolver still had a few more bullets/shots, and so I emptied my chambers of the empty bullet shells and I started reloading as the leader and I talked as we reloaded our guns oddly.

At this point our gun battle seemed comedic and we started to become friends as we talked while reloading oddly, and once we finished reloading our guns we started to have a brief sport-like gun shooting competition with each other instead of a gun battle; and then it seemed like we were friends now and so we briefly talked and we shook hands, and it seemed that the leader and his gang no longer bothered us in the dream after that.

The man who had talked to me earlier continued talking with me about the situation, he introduced me to the council of people who were trying to keep things organized now that the building was mostly taken over by threats, and one of the council members was my former co-worker Mr. VS.

The council members tried to organize things and to keep life as normal as they could for the people who lived at the building, who mostly lived outside now, and so they would hold meetings and have various activities/et cetera; and after briefly talking with some of the council members, who were mostly senior citizens, I went outside to the camps outside for some unknown reason(s).

I noticed that one tent had a small bathroom connected to it and so I went inside of it to use the bathroom, I had to un-zip the door and the tent was made of tan/light-brownish colored somewhat see-through material, and I probably used the bathroom; but then a husband (who had whitish colored skin with short brownish/blondish colored hair wearing a dark-colored plaid long sleeve button shirt with blue jeans) and wife (who had whitish colored skin with long blondish colored hair) and their young daughter (who looked like the wife/mother) and maybe a few other kids and their dog were near the outside of the bathroom, and so it seemed that this tent belonged to them and so I tried to sneak away without being noticed.

The husband and wife were busy talking, the kids and dog were playing, and so I tried to sneak away quietly and slowly; but the zipper on the door broke or got un-aligned, which was very annoying and I remember whispering something to myself like: “Really? Is this really happening to me now? Just my luck! Lucky Me! Dang!”, and so I had to try to crawl out of the bathroom which was hard because I did not have much space; and as I crawled out the young daughter was standing there watching me, and I thought that she was going to tell her parent’s who were still busy talking but surprisingly she just started at me.

The young daughter probably pointed at me and she probably looked at her parent’s but they were not paying attention, I probably smiled uncomfortably at the young daughter and I waved, and then I sneaked away once I finished crawling out of the bathroom; and I went back inside the building on the first floor to talk with my former coworker Mrs. VS because it has been years since I last spoke with her, and I went to the open room where she had last been with the counsel but I did not see her.

I did see a copy of The Sportsman’s Guide magazine in her dead husband’s name that was really for me, in the dream I had either a memory from a past dream and/or a false memory and/or a real memory where Mrs. VS used to get copies of The Sportsman’s Guide magazine and maybe I wanted to start getting them too and so she would just give me her copy each time that she got a new one because she did not need/want them (maybe her dead husband used to order stuff from them, and after he died they still sent copies to her house), and all I had to do was come pick up new copies from her house when I would visit her sometimes; but I stopped visiting her after I went to college and we stopped communicating years ago, but copies of The Sportsman’s Guide magazine for me (in her dead husband’s name) were still coming to her house/apartment.

I stood there thinking about this and I felt a bit bad/sad for not visiting her all these years, I also found it interesting that she still had not canceled the subscription to the magazine, and she still seemed to be saving them for me just in case I came to visit her again one day; and so I felt like talking with her even more now and apologizing to her, and I hoped that maybe we could start communicating again and that I could start visiting her again.

I think that in the dream I had my own subscription to The Sportsman’s Guide magazine, and so I was going to also tell Mrs. VS about that so that she could cancel her subscription; and I asked some other council members where I could find her, and I walked off to find her.

And at some point I think that I found her, she looked a bit sad when she saw me like she felt a bit hurt/sad about me not visiting her and about us not communicating all these years, and this made me feel worse but I uncomfortably greeted her; and we both paused awkwardly trying to figure out what to say to each other after all these years of not communicating, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr