A College Dorm And The Wrong Eighteen-Wheeler

Dream 1

This dream took place at a college where I was a student I assume, and I lived in a small one-story college dorm on the edge of the college campus next to a road and next to a parking lot near the cafeteria.

My roommate was man with light-color skin, and at some point my brother CC arrives to visit and will stay with us a little while and use a third bed that possibly used to belong to another roommate.


September 12, 2015 | Dream Journal

Image Credit: Wikipedia
Image Credit: Wikipedia

All that I can remember of the end of my dream is that I was inside a large dimly lit windowless school or college-like building, I remember being in a large room with beds that reminded me of the middle room at E Manor, and other students were there as well including my former male classmate LT.

We had a limited number of beds so several of us were going to share a bed including my former classmate LT, an obese man who reminded me of or who was Felix from the television show The Strain, and another man; and I remember Felix and the other man laying on the bed as my former classmate LT and I sat on the floor, and we talked.

I remember thinking up a goofy/wacky idea and then I realized that this idea would probably make a good, simple, creative, fun, and unique video game; and I told this to the others, it was such a good idea that I wanted to record it so that I could remember it for later, but unfortunately I can not remember the idea now.


6-5-2011 | Dream Fragment | The Young Shepherdess Speaks

The Young Shepherdess (1885)

Lazy Overview:

Last night I only remember part of two dreams, with the first dream taking place with me being on vacation with my family in some fictional city in the daytime, walking away from our hotel.

I remember my mom made a comment about how beautiful the clouds in the sky were, and how they were moving oddly; I noticed a cloud move oddly and then it went back to its original state.

I noticed a few other odd clouds moving and as we crossed a bridge, I noticed some of the clouds began to change to storm-like clouds and the weather began to change very rapidly, with rain and the wind blowing very hard.

My dad and brothers started trying to run back to the hotel, and my mother and I got hit by a wave of water from the small river under the bridge, but I managed to grab my mom and we did not fall into the river.

My mom and I started moving past the bridge as everything started to flood, waves of water thrashed, the wind blew, rain, etc.

The water level got high so quick that by the time we reached my dad & brothers, we all were floating in the water, we had to hold on to each other and try to swim through the current; toward the hotel, it was chaotic.

I helped hold one of my brother above the water, because he kept sinking, and we quickly reached the hotel; we then went to the upper floor, and other people were there in shock and taking cover.

We had no idea what was going on, I remember a woman and her daughters sitting on the floor crying, while others were silently sitting on the floor of the hallway.

I decided that we should start gathering supplies and securing the building, and creating security teams to patrol through the day, among other things; but I woke up.

My second dream took place in the daytime in a fictional part of a city that was somewhat like my birth-town, next to the Wal-Mart parking lot, and I was going to this roof-like area on the second floor of a building; that somewhat reminded me of the apartment for the dream before this, but a lot smaller.

I opened a door and there was a small ladder that led to a small roof-like area, and I saw an almost life-sized painting of The Young Shepherdess on this small wall-like area near the edge of the building; I stopped to look at it from a distance and thought that was interesting that my favorite painting was there, but then I noticed the painting moved.

The Shepherdess leaned forward with her face pointed down so I could not see her face, which I found odd, and then she seemed to be reaching out her hand toward me; like she needed help getting out of the painting or something.

I stood in the doorway of the building still and asked if she needed help, but she did not respond, so I reached out my hand toward her from a distance; we both seemed to move in slow motion or something and had a hard time moving.

I slowly made my way closer to her, but it was hard, I had to struggle a bit to move; I tried tell her to reach just a bit more, so I could grab her hand, and at some point I managed to grab her hand and help her out of the painting.

Once out of the painting, our struggle seemed to have stopped, it was like we had to breach an invisible barrier between us at first or something.

I was surprised and amazed, she still looked like a painting instead of a normal person, but it was still amazing; I wanted to ask her a lot of questions, but she seemed to have come to give me an important message(s).

She got straight to the point and was not there for small talk, to my shock and disappointment, and she acted like her message was time sensitive; like she/we only had a short time.

I can not remember the exact details of her message, except I remember her trying to quickly prove a point to me, I was being skeptical; she was getting a bit annoyed and was trying to show that she and I were One and/or Connected and/or Mirror Images Of Each Other and/or something like that.

So to prove it we somehow magically switched positions, I was standing where she had been and she was standing where I had been; I guess it was an example of the Mirror Image Of Each Other thing or something.

She also was explaining something else that I think went something like:

“I should not see her or anyone else as being Special/A Savior That Has All The Answers and/or Expect Them To Save Us Or Do All The Work; that I and some others that realize this, will have to save ourselves/work together and do not be fooled by Saviors/Those That Claim To Have All The Answers/Those That Promise To Save Us And Do All The Work For Us or something like that.

I think she warned about A Group Only Referred To As Them, but did not go into detail, the Them seemed to be some Group that was either on their way and/or here; it was like time was running out and I & some others had to get ready, the Them seemed to be a Negative group I am guessing.

I think she was referring to Them as the ones the ones that would come as saviors, claiming to have answers, claiming to help, but are not to be trusted; that only we as individuals/people and as a species could really save ourselves or something like that.

She seemed to be trying to stress the importance of avoiding the manipulations/traps/etc, and that to simply remember that we had to take responsibility for ourselves, not expect others to do it; no matter what they claim or how powerful they seem.”

I was still trying to talk about other things and being a bit skeptical, so instead of trying to explain more about the Them, she told me to come with her and we went on a truck that some of us call 18-Wheelers.

She was taking me to a group of people who were already preparing to survive or whatever, when the Them, would soon come; to me it sounded like a resistance group of humans.

We drove to a desert-like area near some mountains and stopped at a booth-like building, and she said that this was my stop, and she left after saying a few things.

There was a hidden bunker area underneath this booth-like building, and a few Russian-like highly skilled & trained men were there, trying to prepare a small group of new-comers like myself.

They seemed to have trained in surviving for the time when the Them would come, it was like we would have to learn to live in the shadows, and be more defensive and learn guerrilla-like tactics when necessary to protect ourselves.

I guessed that there were small groups like this around the world, trying to set up a system of hidden groups for those who will try to survive, help others, and fight the Them when necessary or something.

In the hidden bunker area were several women and men, and the two or three men that seemed to be the trainers were starting to talk to us, but there was a perimeter breach warning; an above camera revealed a bus approaching, so the trainers began to evacuate the bunker with us, and started the self-destruct sequence.

They feared that it was an attack by the Them or someone working with the Them, we escaped through an above ground escape hatch in the back, and hid behind some rocks; as one or more people from the bus went into the booth-like building.

We could not see the people or who was on the bus, I just remember hearing and seeing the explosions, as the booth-like building and the underground bunker area exploded in a series of small explosions.

Which killed some of the people who had gotten off the bus, we then heard a panic, and people on the bus seemed to be searching for us; we were unarmed (maybe not the trainers, but I am not sure), and tried to hide.
At some point we were forced to face one of the search groups from the bus, and a battle almost happened; to our surprise the search group was also unarmed and several of them seemed to be members of a Native American Tribe, it seemed like a group of men, women, and kids that were just on a field trip or something.

They asked why did we blow up some of their people and why did we attack them, so there was a tense situation, as both of our groups tried to explain the situation; we realized that they were not a threat probably and they were starting to realize it, but both our sides started trying to decide what to do next.

I suggested that we join with them and go help the others in their group, and we all join in preparing/training for when the Them come; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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