A Fight Turned Crucifixion | A Patron Faints In The Library

I woke up several times remembering several dreams, I thought about recording them but I kept going back to sleep, and so now I can only remember part of two dreams so the other dreams are forgotten now unfortunately.

Dream 1

This dream took place during the day and it possibly involved a combination of false memories from the past and events in the present, and in some of the false memories and / or in the present events I was with my parents driving during the day along a highway that was like a slightly fictional version of the highway that goes to the city of LC.

On the left side of the highway on the way back home was a nice nature reserve, nature resort, nature amusement park, et cetera like place that you could pay to enter and you could even pay to stay there a few nights.

There were fields, forest, ponds, lakes, various wild non-human animals, places to eat and drink, et cetera.

We went there in the false memories and / or during the present events, and it was close to the highway so you could see the fence and guard / entrance booth and a bathroom et cetera from the highway as we drove by at some point.

As we were driving by at this point I remember the bathroom doors being open, it was a wooden structure raised off the ground pretty high, and the bathrooms looked very clean as I saw a somewhat older slightly overweight female janitor with light-color skin leaving them after just cleaning them.

I was impressed by the janitor’s work and I assumed that she had a lot of experience and was good at her job, and from the look on her face she enjoyed her job.

The next thing that I remember is somehow seeing the janitor leaving for the day, and she drove to her house in the countryside.

She had a small one-story house and she had an overweight daughter with light-color skin with yellow hair who wore glasses, the daughter had scars on her face and her posture and movements were that of someone who had one or more physical disabilities, and from the way she spoke and acted she seemed to have one or more mental disabilities as well so the mother probably had to take care of her even though she was possibly an adult now or was at least a teenager.

I then saw an event from their past that showed something terrible that happened to them that led to how they were now, the daughter was a girl in this past event and the mother was younger, and they were both outside during the day next to the door of a small one-story house that belonged to a family with dark-color skin.

A mother and daughter who had dark-color skin and who lived at this house were standing in front of them, the two daughters were fighting and the daughter who lived there was possibly slightly older or bigger than the janitor’s daughter, and the mothers seemed to be standing there as coaches / referees as the two girls settled their dispute in a fair hand-to-hand combat fight.

The two girls were fighting good, at some point the janitor’s daughter started winning and was going to win the fight, and so the other girl’s mother interfered with the fight by hitting the janitor’s daughter repeatedly with a thick piece of lumber / wood that had nails in it.

It was brutal and my view moved away where I could not see what was happening but I heard the sounds of the other mother beating the unconscious girl, the janitor tried to help but she was hit with something too as other family members inside the house ran outside to attack them with weapons and I assume hand-to-hand combat, and when my view moved back to where I could see there was a brutal shocking scene.

The janitor’s daughter was on the ground unconscious and bleeding with the board with nails stuck in her head, this is where she got her scars and lifelong damage that impacted how she stood up and walked, and this is where she got brain damage that led to her mental disabilities et cetera.

The mother was bleeding from her head, and then the most shocking thing that I saw was an overweight slightly older woman and a man with light-color skin who were dead and who were crucified on two wooden beams near a truck in the driveway; I had never seen anything like this before in my life, and so it was very shocking and brutal to see.

I assumed that the woman was the janitor’s sister and that the man was her husband, I guess they had been standing back near the truck during the fight, and the rest of the family who lived at the house were inside the house so I guess only the mothers were supposed to be close to the fight during the fight to avoid interference.

The family who lived there were sore losers I guess so they interfered before the fight was lost by their daughter, and I guess they wanted to punish them seriously by: making the janitor watch as her daughter is beaten and damaged permanently so that she will have to take care of her for the rest of her life, watch as her sister and husband are killed and crucified, and they left her with only minor injuries because I guess they wanted her to have to live with this and to remember everything as her and her permanently damaged daughter live alone.

The janitor who was bleeding from her head, picked up her unconscious daughter who still had a board with nails sticking out of her head, and she put her in the truck as the other family said some negative things to them about their punishment et cetera; and maybe she got her dead husband and sister off the wooden beams and into the back of the truck quickly, and she drove away to get her daughter to a hospital I assume.

This was horrible, I wondered how could the other family do this to them, and I wondered what the fight had been about; but I woke up.

As you can imagine this left some negative feelings upon waking, but eventually I went back to sleep without recording this dream.

Dream 2

The last dream took place at The BP Library, I was there working in the DVD section in a slightly fictional version of the corner area against the wall which had some fictional metal wire-like shelves instead of the shelves we have in real life, and I was wearing gloves as usual and I was possibly wearing the clothing that I ended up really wearing in the real world after waking up today interestingly.

I had a small stack of DVDs in my right hand and I was shelving them with my left hand, behind me looking at another shelf with their backs facing me were two female patrons with light-color skin, and one of them looked like a real life patron mostly but she possibly looked slightly different and she had long straight orange or red hair and she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt and maybe a baseball style work hat; and the other woman was probably her friend, and she had yellow hair.

My coworker Mr. CF walked over wearing his security guard uniform and badge like he probably always does in my dreams and in real life, and he started looking at DVDs to the left of the two women.

While Mr. CF was straining his eyes trying to read the small DVD labels, I started hearing the patron with orange or red hair start breathing loudly and strangely like she was hyperventilating or something, and I turned around to see what was going on and Mr. CF did not seem to notice even though she was right next to him and he was still struggling to read the DVDs.

Then I saw the patron start falling backwards as she fainted, and so I had to catch her and I gently laid her on the ground on her back; and Mr. CF still did not notice, and so I had to say his name to get his attention.

He is the security guard so this was a situation for him, Mr. CF turned and asked me if she had a pulse, and I said I am not sure so we both squatted down to check her pulse as her friend watched.

I put two fingers on her neck quickly and I felt no pulse so I went to check her wrist for a pulse, but then she woke up and she tried to get up quickly so we had her sit back down explaining that she had just fainted and that she should take a moment to calm down and recover first.

She was breathing in a panic so I had her take slow deep breaths and hold them in for a few seconds to help her calm down, this helped and we started helping her up, and my female coworker JB walked over from the front to help.

JB helped the patron keep her balance while talking to her asking her if she was okay, and she was trying to continue calming her down which was working and JB was doing a great job like a real professional; the friend of the patron was mostly just standing back not helping much, but she maybe said a few things and Mr. CF was probably waiting to see if the patron wanted us to call an ambulance or not.

I stood there waiting in case I needed to help again, things seemed good, but then suddenly the patron started acting aggressive and unstable toward JB.

The patron started saying negative things about and to JB, JB told her that she did not mean it and that she was just confused after fainting, and so JB continued trying to be nice and help and calm the patron but it was not working now as the patron continued saying negative things to and about JB as JB tried to help her.

JB was getting angrier and angrier it seemed from her facial expressions and words, and JB even cursed when saying something like: “Sometimes when people are not thinking straight they will say stupid s##t.”.

JB and I both assumed that the patron was acting this way as a side effect of fainting et cetera so we tried to forgive her, but she would not stop so it was getting harder and harder to be nice so I decided to step in and help JB.

I started dealing with the patron allowing JB to back off and cool down, I told the patron how hurtful she was being to JB and how that was not acceptable, and how JB had been trying to help her.

I asked the patron to apologize, I let her know that she was probably not thinking clearly now because of the loss of oxygen to her brain, and so I tried to get her to do some breathing exercises to calm her down.

Maybe this started to help, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


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I had more dreams but I did not record them, and so those dreams are forgotten now.

Dream 1

This dream was possibly a forgotten dream from another day that I suddenly remembered today while walking in the living room during a thunderstorm.


Your 2015 Year In Blogging | Earworm | A New Skin Treatment Dream

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Daily Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Earworm, and this is what it said:

Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.

And this is my response:

Because I am about to type a dream that I had last night, I can not weave a quote into it, and so instead I will post part of a quote from the character Alice Morgan from the BBC television series Luther Season 2 Episode 1 that I used in yesterday’s Daily Prompt:

He always seemed lost to me.

Paddling furiously, just to keep afloat. 

I wanted to help him.

Alice Morgan

Also I got an email from the free language learning website Duolingo today that said:

Free language education belongs to all.

Share Duolingo with 1 friend to help us make this a reality.


There was more to this dream that I can not remember now and all that I can remember of this dream now is that part of the dream took place during the day in a modern multi-story building with a lot of slightly tinted glass windows and walls, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Another part of the dream involved my parent’s and I inside a room, there was some kind of new skin treatment/implant/medicine/procedure/whatever or something that could possibly increase your healing rate and/or several other amazing things like that, and my mom got it done to her; and this treatment was made from one explosive material, two shots (something made from gun shot material or gun shots), and maybe one other thing.

Some people who got the treatment started to complain of a side effect that caused scaring of the skin where a strange-looking scar would start to grow and get bigger, it looked a bit like Ricky Stormgren’s chest scar / whatever from the Syfy mini-series Childhood’s End (which you can watch for free from this link from the official Syfy website), and I think that part of my mom’s skin was possibly starting to scar as well.

I assumed that the scaring was a result of skin tissue being damaged by the explosive material but that was my wild guess, and I assumed that this new skin treatment/whatever had not been properly tested; and so we were going to check with the doctors and try to figure out what was going on, and how to fix this treatment to prevent this but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The next part of the dream took place inside maybe a house and maybe my brother CC and my sister-in-law JC brought their baby (who will probably be born next year in real life), and they asked me to babysit their baby while they were gone; and so I babysat my fictional baby nephew or niece while they were gone.

I remember holding and rocking the baby as I walked around, at some point the baby went to sleep and I laid it down, and at some point my brother CC and my sister-in-law JC returned and picked up their baby and they left; but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The next part of the dream started with me watching the news and they were talking about something that I can not remember where The Catholic Church was speaking out against something and trying to unite followers of Catholicism against it, and a man with whitish colored skin with short dark-colored hair was a high-level person or priest who was representing/speaking on the behalf of The Catholic Church.

After the news finished showing and talking with the high-level person or priest from The Catholic Church, I remember walking to a multi-story building, and I remember walking into an office where there was a well-dressed woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish hair wearing glasses who was a secretary; and I either asked for or was asked to talk with the high-level person or priest from The Catholic Church who I had seen on the news.

His office was in another room not far from the secretary’s desk, there was possibly some security or other workers around, and I went into his office to talk with him alone; and I we sat at a meeting table, and I remember him telling me about his situation and asking for advice.

I tried to stay neutral and mostly listen but I probably gave him some advice as well, at some point we finished our conversation and he thanked me, and then I left as he left to continue handling the situation involving The Catholic Church trying to unite their followers against something; I am not sure what position this man had in The Catholic Church but it must have been very high-level because he seemed to be handling almost everything like he was the one deciding what to do, maybe he was The Pope even though he was not old, but I am not sure and that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

The last part of the dream took place on a small upper floor of a house that looked a lot like the upper floor of The E House, I walked upstairs to find my aunt GC in a small bedroom watching television on a bed as a baby slept on the bed and a very old woman with dark brownish colored skin slept on the bed, and my aunt GC asked me to watch the sleeping baby while she went to do something in the kitchen; and so I watched the baby while she was gone.

At some point the baby woke up crying so I got it from under the bed sheets, it was wrapped in another sheet that partly covered its mouth so I moved it from its mouth, and then I picked up the baby to hold and rock it back to sleep.

While I was doing this the very old woman did not wake up surprisingly but I could see that she was breathing, at some point the baby went back to sleep, and so I laid it back on the bed; and I turned off the television, but I woke up as I waited for my aunt GC to return from the kitchen.

The end,

-John Jr