Making A Call While Driving

I had more dreams but somehow I ended up forgetting the other dreams after not recording them each time that I woke up and went back to sleep, and so now I barely remember part of the end of my last dream.

The end of this dream took place during the day, I was driving or riding in an automobile, and I used my mobile phone to call some place (maybe a business or something like that).

A female secretary with light-color skin with yellow hair answered the phone at the business/place, and my coworker Mr. CF was there with her and he was the security guard there (he is always a security guard in my dreams, just like in real life at The BP Library, no matter where the dream takes place 😀 ).

At some point Mr. CF removed a part from an air conditioner, and the next thing that I remember is that I was sitting in a waiting room wearing dress clothes (a white long sleeve button shirt with black dress pants) next to about three women and at least one man who were part of a Phantom Troupe-like group.

I am not sure if they had special powers and abilities or not, and I can not remember what they were saying or doing; and that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr


My Dad Complaining About A Job Opening

I had more dreams but I did not record them.

The end of this dream took place during the day, and I was listening to my dad complaining about a central office job opening at The BP School Board where he works.

My dad said that one of the female secretaries or another employee in the central office had left her job, and he was wondering if his supervisor would call me and / or someone else he knew about the job to see if I or someone else would want to apply for the job or if he would ask my dad if he knew anyone who might want that job.

My dad felt that me and / or someone else he knew should be asked about the job, and he felt that a man should get the job because there are no male secretaries there and he never remembered there ever being one so he felt that they should mix it up.

His supervisor had not mentioned anything to him or me et cetera, and so he was starting to wonder if they would even hire anyone or if they had someone else in mind so he was starting to think the worst and was complaining about it.

I already have a job so I wondered why would my dad want me to be asked about that job, it was not clear if he meant me as well but I assumed he did, but I could possibly work both if I felt that it was something that I could handle.

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

The end,

-John Jr


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