An Accident | A Conflict At A Cabin

Dream 1

In this dream I was in college, there was an accident, and later they found some of the injured & some of the dead people; but some people from the accident were still missing, and so no one knew if the missing people were dead or not.

Amarna Miller and a man with her were among the missing people from the accident.


Something Is Not Right

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I had several interesting dreams last night that I had remembered, unfortunately I woke up several times and went back to sleep several times without voice recording my dreams, and so now I can only barely remember the end of my last dream and I have forgotten my more interesting dreams from last night.

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during maybe a gray day, I was driving in my automobile with an unknown somewhat older woman with short-to-medium length curly hair with white skin, and a woman with white skin with long yellow hair and a man with white skin with short brown hair who seemed to be family members of hers (maybe a son and daughter-in-law and/or both were her children).

The somewhat older woman was sitting in the front seat to my right and the man and woman were sitting in the back seats behind us, and we talked as I drove past the Dairy Queen in the city of D.

The older woman and/or I decided to turn on the street that the parent’s of my former male classmate DH lives, so I made a right turn on this street, but then I immediately got a strange feeling that I can not describe that something was not right.

It made no sense for me to feel this way but I did, I asked the others if they felt it too and the older woman felt it as well, and so I drove slowly and I probably stopped my automobile briefly as we tried to figure out why we were feeling this way as soon as we drove on this street.

I was familiar with this street and nothing looked unusual yet but this area now felt strange (almost like a weak version of the feeling(s) that you get during sleep paralysis, like you sense a threat and/or a strange presence, and like something is just not right), I asked the others if I should turn around and leave, but they decided that we should keep going slowly and look around to see if we see anything strange.

We slowly drove up the street which was quiet with no one around, I slowly partly let down my windows so that we could listen for any strange sounds, and as we approached the area near where the small church should be I heard television static/noise (like when a television is on a channel that is not working (available) where you see white and black dots).

There was a tiny shack-like house and tiny shack-like storage building near where the church should be, in the storage-like building I saw a television with the white and black dots on the screen making the static/noise sound, and maybe I saw part of an obese man with white skin sitting down in a chair not far from the television.

I noticed that the house of my former classmate DH’s parent’s was either missing or had a smaller house there with boarded up windows, this confused me and I noticed a few other differences from how it used to look, and so I wondered where his parent’s were and what happened to their house.

I remembering thinking about several memories and possibilities, there was more that we heard and saw, but I can not remember the details unfortunately.

I do remember turning around my automobile to drive back for a closer look of where their house used to be, I also talked with the others, and we continued trying to make sense of the situation and the strange feeling that we felt and the strange atmosphere.

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

The end,

-John Jr


A Shack-Like Building / Bedroom In The Field By The HD Head Start School And The C Elementary School

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I had several dreams last night, several of them were probably connected, but I woke up several times during the night and I did not voice record my dreams so I forgot most of them except for barely part of my last dream.

My last dream took place during the day, possibly on several different days, in the city of D; and it involved me walking to and/or from and/or by the C Elementary School, the HD Head Start School, and the field that is by both of them.

In the middle of the field was a fictional shack-like building that was just one small bedroom when you went inside of it and the bedroom had a twin size(d) bed, a small television, a small bookshelf, a small chest-of-drawers, maybe a ceiling fan and lights, a storage chest, and several other things; and it was in pretty good condition.

Each day I would walk through this area either from and/or to and/or by both of the schools that I mentioned earlier but I can not remember if I ever went to any of the schools or not or if I was a student or worker or not, and I came across a few people during the dream during my walks; and I talked with them but I can not remember who they were or what we talked about, but I think that one of them was a male former schoolmate or classmate of mine and/or someone who(m) I met at the church near CS Bank many years ago who was somewhat tall with whitish colored skin and short medium-colored hair and/or it was my former male classmate SB.

Each day I would briefly stop in the field to go inside the shack-like building/bedroom, I probably would store some things in there and look at some of the things that I had stored there, and it was like a place I would go to maybe relax/explore/be alone/think of old memories/et cetera almost like it represented a storage place of old memories/objects and/or something like that maybe (like in the movie Inception where the character Mal Cobb hid something/a truth inside an old house inside a vault that was hidden inside a dollhouse).

One day I found something new inside the shack-like building/bedroom that I did not put there and my dad entered the room/building telling me that it was him who put it there for me, he got it from one of the schools where he was working without permission, and so I told him that he should probably take it back or at least ask if he could have it; but he did not think that was necessary, but I insisted.

My dad left at some point and maybe someone else came to the shack-like building/bedroom and maybe I talked with them, I was surprised because almost no one but me ever seemed to explore the shack-like building/bedroom even though it was always unlocked in a field near two schools, and no one had even stolen/stole anything that I would store in there; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr


Verbal Conflict Between Kingdoms Ruled By The Same Family | A Floating Shack Falls Apart In A Small Pond

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I had several dreams last night but I forgot most of them after waking up several times probably because I was using too many pillows, and so I only barely remember part of two dreams.

Dream 1

The first dream was pretty clear but unfortunately I have forgotten most of it and so it is so unclear that it does not make sense to me now, but I think that the dream took place during the day in a slightly familiar dream world that is sometimes in my dreams with slight variations each time; but usually this dream world almost always has warring small factions/groups/kingdoms/countries/et cetera who live next to each other.

I think that in this dream several members of the same family probably ruled separate small kingdoms that were next to each other and as usual there was a conflict between the ruling family members, but the situation was probably mostly verbal warfare instead of physical warfare between their kingdoms because they were part of the same family; and their family’s code helped to prevent warfare between family members from occurring so easily.

I was in one of the kingdoms at a building that might have been a castle and/or a public building with a large modern cafeteria on the first floor, and I remember eating/drinking/talking in the nice large modern cafeteria with other people; and I think that my former classmate DH was there and maybe a few other people I know.

During parts of the dream I remember hearing and/or seeing guards and ruling family members talking about the verbal conflicts, and I even heard/saw some verbal arguments between ruling family members; and I think that the ruling family had a slight Saudi Arabian-like style or something like that but I could be wrong, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

The second dream took place during the day in my parent’s yard and I was in the yard, and the outside of the yard in the field where my parent’s garden should be was a small pond; and some fictional kids with medium-to-dark brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair were playing not far from the fictional pond.

My parent’s had an old floating shack in the pond that was made of wood and tin and maybe a few automobile tires probably, and at some point I went to look at the floating shack to see if I could maybe live inside of it probably; and I remember a few of the kids in the area walking over to talk to me, and so I briefly talked with them until they ran off to continue playing with their friends.

The floating shack was moving around like it was not anchored anymore and so something seemed to be wrong, and so I could not reach it open the door to look inside; and so I waited as it floated around the pond depending on which direction the wind blew, and then the floating shack started to fall apart in the water.

I was a bit surprised by this even though the shack did look old and a young woman/female teenager with light brownish colored skin with dark brownish colored hair walked up to me, and she stood there with me as the floating shack fell apart; and she told me a few things about the floating shack, maybe she was my fictional sister or a fictional family member or a fictional person I knew, but I am not sure.

I was disappointed that I did not get a chance to look inside of the floating shack and I started trying to collect the pieces of the floating shack so that maybe we could rebuild it or at least use the pieces to build something else, but I woke up as we tried to collect the pieces.

My memory is unclear but this dream seemed to be very symbolic and there was something about the pond, about how the environment looked (maybe like a slightly cloudy/might rain day that looked a bit dream-like/surreal, but I am not sure), about what happened to the shack, about the young woman/female teenager and what she said, et cetera that makes me think that this dream was symbolic and was not literal.

The end,

-John Jr


Riding A Kick Scooter | Shane Walsh Escapes | A Library / Store-Like Place With Stuff That Belongs To My Family And A Self-Sleep Study-Like Machine

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I had difficultly/a hard time/problems trying to go to sleep last night at first because I kept feeling like I was losing blood circulation or something strange like that but eventually I was able to go to sleep, I woke up to use the bathroom two times, and I barely remember part of three dreams.

Dream 1

In the first dream I remember riding a kick scooter during the evening or night in the city of D on my way back to my parent’s house, as I was passing the train tracks near the A Plant I remember passing a man who(m) I recognized from a past dream or several past dreams who was riding a skateboard and he had whitish colored skin and he was bald I think, and we greeted each other and we said a few words to each other as we passed by each other; and we said goodbye to each other and we kept going in opposite directions.

There was no automobile traffic on the street and there was almost no one outside, so it was nice being able to ride the kick scooter down my grandfather’s street in peace, and I walked across the field by my parent’s house holding the kick scooter over my shoulder as my brother’s pet dogs watched me from inside the yard; and I went through the double gates of my parent’s yard near the end of my parent’s street, and I went inside my parent’s house after noticing that the abandoned mobile home across the street was gone except for a fictional small shack-like house that was the original house that used to be connected to the mobile home.

I remember talking to my brother GC about the shack-like house and he wanted to go explore it and so we went to explore it, I remember us looking in the backyard first, and all the trash cans and other objects left behind were dug into the ground separately where the top of each trash can/object was even/level with the ground; and it seemed that this was done to help prevent the wind/storms from blowing/throwing the objects around and to decrease the chance(s) of people messing with/stealing the objects/trash cans.

My brother GC went inside the shack-like house and I followed him, surprisingly the lights came on when my brother GC turned the light switch on, and there was an old TV that worked when my brother GC turned it on; and the inside of the shack-like house looked okay/pretty good and it was still furnished to our surprise, and I remember us looking around the shack-like house briefly but then I told my brother GC that we should leave and I made sure that he turned the light switch and the TV off and we walked back toward my parent’s house but I woke up.

Dream 2

The second dream once again took place in my parent’s yard during the evening or night but I am not sure if my family was there or not, I just remember seeing a group of mostly unknown men being led by Rick Grimes from the TV show The Walking Dead in the yard near the side of the house closest to the living room, and they had Shane Walsh from the TV show The Walking Dead chained up as a prisoner because it seemed that he had committed some crimes and he was too dangerous to let free; but I am not sure if they were all together trying to survive from zombies or not, probably, but I did not see any zombies in the dream.

Rick had two men (a somewhat large/over-fat man with dark brownish colored skin with short blackish colored hair wearing a short winter knit hat/cap and a thin man with whitish colored skin with long blondish colored hair wearing a tall/long winter knit hat/cap) escorting Shane at all times and it was time for him to eat, someone handed Shane some sugarcane-like plant to eat but he would have to break it open to eat what was inside, and I felt that he would try to use it as a weapon; and so I broke up the sugarcane-like plant into smaller pieces for him and I handed it/them to him, when he went to grab the pieces he moved very close to me and it seemed that he was going to try to stab me in the stomach with one of the pieces (we both stared at each other for a moment), but he knew that I was expecting him to try to stab me and that the pieces were too short to kill me and so he stopped his plan to stab me and the two men guarding him.

Rick and the others were very afraid/cautious about Shane, they wanted to do what ever it took to keep him chained and under supervision, and while Shane was eating I moved toward a tall probably wooden structure near where the picnic table should be that was almost taller than the house; and I remember a woman talking with Rick, several of the others, and I and this distracted us from Shane for a moment but then we heard some noise that sounded like a struggle.

We turned to see the two men knocked to the ground and Shane was gone, it was very dark outside and maybe a bit foggy, and so we were not sure where Shane was; and so in a panic and to avoid getting attacked by surprise we started to climb the tall structure to hide on top of it and to get a better view to find Shane, and Rick ordered the two men who got knocked down to search for Shane under the house.

The two men were afraid but they went under the house but something grabbed one of the men with chains and it pulled him screaming out of sight and his screaming stopped like in a scary film/movie or something like that, I wondered how was Shane strong enough to do something like that, and the other man under the house could not see Shane or the other man who got grabbed and pulled away; and so this made us even more afraid, and so the other man waited for Rick to decide what to do next.

We started debating on how to handle the situation and what we thought/predicted that Shane would do next, but I woke up.

Dream 3

The third and last dream took place during the day at a small fictional library/Goodwill-like store/place (where maybe you could checkout items, rent items, and maybe buy items) that was familiar to me in the dream like I have been to it/there before in one or more past dreams, I even remembered that my family had donated several dark reddish/burgundy colored wooden shelves to the store/place, but my family forgot to remove their stuff from the shelves and so my family’s stuff was still on the shelves; but surprisingly it seemed that no one had bought, sold, stole, or thrown away any of my family’s stuff yet even after one or more dreams of this store/place to my surprise.

My mom was there with me looking around the store/place with other shoppers/people, there were lots of shelves along the walls like book shelves with various items (including books), and the back wall to the left had several windows where you could see the outside to a small alley(way); and it somewhat seemed that we/the building were/was where the BP Library used to be after it burned down many years ago connected to/next to the BB store.

At some point I showed my mom the stuff that belonged to our family that was still on the shelves that we had donated, I asked her to go through the items to pick the items that she wanted to take back home with us, and I would pack them up; and she agreed with the idea but I do not think that she followed my advice but she did look through the stuff, and I remember using one or more large brown paper bags to put my family’s stuff in while my mom was still shopping.

I remember a lot of my dad’s stuff being on the shelves like the custom brownish/blackish colored leather case that holds his high school diploma with his name on it, custom leather Christian bible covers/cases with his name on them, some of his books, some of his old music tapes/disks/records/cassettes/et cetera, old personal objects, et cetera; but there were also some things that belonged to my mom as well like decorations/et cetera, and maybe a few things that belonged to my brothers and/or me.

After packing all the items that I could that belonged to my family I took a break to check out a special self-sleep study-like machine that was on the back wall on the left side of the store/place by the windows, you had to sit at the machine and put on headphones and it would tell what to do and what buttons to press while showing you screens of the various things that it monitored on/from your body/brain/mind/et cetera, and my mom was still shopping/looking around the store/place.

I remember listening to and following the instructions that the self-sleep study-like machine gave me through the headphones, I remember pressing some buttons and looking at some screens that showed the various things that it was monitoring (maybe my pulse, blood pressure, brain waves, temperature, the time, et cetera), and I remember closing my eyes at some point when I was supposed to daydream and/or think and/or take a nap; but the volume on the headphones was very low and I could barely hear the instructions being given, and so I pressed a help button that called technical support and to my surprise two men working as technicians drove up outside the window to help me.

The two men (one with whitish colored skin and the other with medium brownish colored skin) drove up outside the window in maybe a whitish or brownish or blackish colored work van with the logo/symbol of their company on the sides and they both wore a whitish or brownish colored uniform that looked a bit like the UPS (United Parcel Service) uniform but with pants and with maybe a military flat cap/hat-like cap/hat, I opened the window, and they walked me through some diagnostic checks and the checks showed that everything was working properly; and then they checked a few things on the self-sleep study-like machine from the window, and so I walked off briefly to remind my mom to talk to the store about letting us take our stuff back home.

After I finished talking with my mom I waked back to the self-sleep study-like machine but the two technicians were gone, I sat back down at the machine to test the headphones, but I can not remember if the volume was better now or not; and I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr