Wire Cutters Covered In Orange Gel-Like Stuff

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I am not sure if this is one or two dreams so I will type it as one dream, and it took place during from afternoon – night.

My parents, maybe my brother GC, and I were traveling to the city of LC down a fictional version of the highway to there by automobile.

Something that I can not remember happened where my dad and my brother GC left in the automobile without my mom and I, but I can not remember why et cetera.

My mom and I were on foot now along the side of the highway, and something strange happened where my former male classmate JC showed up by bicycle and maybe automobile.

JC offered us a ride on his bicycle and possibly his automobile if he had one, and there was something very strange that happened where a clone or something of JC showed up on a bicycle dressed and acting a bit feminine and comedic and he was goofing around on his bicycle and I remember him tapping me on the shoulder from behind and laughing and doing stunts on his bicycle.

The clone disappeared or something, and it seemed to be a trick that JC could possibly do where he could somehow summon a clone of himself as a trick that he liked to do for fun I guess.

As we were riding with JC a Jeep Wrangler-like automobile pulled over and a strange man with light-color skin who possibly wore glasses offered us a ride, we politely declined, and the man turned out to be a crazy serial killer or something and he tried to kill us.

We either killed him in self-defense or we defended against him and he tried to kill us again later at JC’s house but was killed by us in self-defense then, either way he was killed at some point, but I just can not remember when or the details of how.

I just remember us going to JC’s house which was a very small one-story house next to a small business that was owned by a small mafia, and this area was along the highway in a small drive-through town.

The business was a gas station / diner / convenient store / bar-like place, and some of the mafia members were there who all had light-color skin and who were all family members (I remember seeing at least two men and at least one woman) and they probably were stereotypes of people who live out in the countryside except a mafia version.

We had the body of the dead serial killer, for some unknown reason we did not call the police, and we possibly decided to ask the mafia for help.

They called for a cleaner to come deal with the situation, but for helping us we were probably going to have to do a mission for them that possibly involved taking out someone or some group that was who had supported / who sent the serial killer.

I did not like any of this, JC disappeared, and then the cleaner showed up and he was a rough short older man with light-color skin wearing a leather jacket who looked like he was experienced with this kind of stuff.

I walked him to where the body was but it was gone, and then JC walked in saying that he had taken care of the body.

I felt that the cleaner should have done it because he was a professional, and I wondered why did JC not wait for him as planned.

I apologized to the cleaner and I asked him to stay because we would probably need him to clean up after we finish our mission, and so he went to the small business to have a drink and talk with the mafia members while he waited.

We then left to do our mission, we possibly completed our mission and returned to let the mafia and their cleaner know, and I probably asked the cleaner to talk to JC about where he put the body of the serial killer so that he could clean that up and clean up the evidence in any other locations like JC’s house and any automobiles the body was moved in and the area where he was killed et cetera.

We probably thanked the mafia and none of us were to speak of this again and we were to forget that it ever happened and that we had ever met, and then JC took us home.

The next thing that I remember is having my automobile and having a bicycle that was maybe partly blue, and I wanted to drive to maybe Texas to maybe to a movie theater to watch a movie and maybe do some other things so I drove until I reached a road that was probably just grass and dirt that went through the yard of two properties with one being residential and one being maybe a church-like building.

It was late night so the gate that led to the highway had been closed by the police, they would close it sometimes when it gets late to stop people from driving into their state using this shortcut I guess, and so I parked near the church-like building and I left on foot somewhere maybe.

When I returned the bicycle I had been taken apart and was laying on the ground, and some parts of my automobile were taken apart so I could not drive it and the parts were on the ground too.

I wondered who did this and why and how was I going to get back home and what I was going to do about this, but then I heard someone under my automobile and it was my dad and he was the one who had taken everything apart.

My dad said that he wanted to add some shocks to the bicycle, it was an old thin simple street bicycle from my parent’s storage building, but he did not have the shocks yet; and so I wondered why did he take it apart now then.

I asked him why did he partly take my automobile apart, and he said that he was trying to clean it and check some things.

I looked underneath the automobile where he was, the bottom of my automobile was larger and stranger, and there was thick piles of dirt and entire plants and vines et cetera under it that were probably negatively effecting / affecting things so we started pulling out the vines and knocking the dirt piles down.

I wondered how did this happen under my automobile and how was it even working with all of that stuff under it and wrapped around various parts.

My dad asked for a certain tool but we could not find it, and so I went to ask to borrow one from the residential property that had a house and a shack that was open and I saw light coming from it and I heard a mother talking to her children who were running in and out of the shack playing.

I walked to the shack and there was a short woman with medium-color skin with long straight black hair who reminded me of someone or a combination of several people, and I greeted her and I asked her if I could borrow a tool from her shed.

She told me yes and she pointed to a tool that was hanging on the wall, and I picked it up and it was covered in a strange orange gel-like substance and it looked like maybe it had been there so long that it was mostly broken down into a rusty gel.

It looked like it would be useless, I did not want to be rude, and so I accepted it and I thanked her and I went to take it to my dad.

When I returned my dad did not need it, and so I used a water hose that was connected to the church-like building to wash the tool and to my surprise the gel-like stuff washed away and it revealed a pair of wire cutters that were in average condition to my surprise.

I had no idea what that orange gel-like stuff had been, I washed my hands to get it off because it felt nasty, and then I dried the wire cutters and I went to return them.

The woman was alone in the shed and oddly there was a full or queen size bed next to where she was standing, and I reached over it to hand her the tool while thanking her.

This looked awkward and one of her children walked in which made it even more awkward.

I then said goodbye and I returned to my dad to finish putting the bicycle and my automobile back together so that we could leave, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

A Creature In A Building | My Dad Helping A Homeless Man

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is being outside in maybe a field outside a small shed-like building that possibly led underground, and a group of children and teenagers were standing outside the building with baseball bats and random objects that they were using as melee weapons.

They were afraid of something inside the building and they were waiting on me to enter the building it seems, inside the building was a creature that was small when we last saw it, but we had no idea how big it was now.

I am not sure what the creature looked like but whatever it was it was something strange and it scared us, it was possibly something paranormal but I am not sure, and so we were very cautious and worried.

I was the only adult around and so I tried to be brave for them and I was going to enter the building alone with at least a baseball bat and / or any melee weapons that I could find, and I wanted the others to guard the outside.

I told them to not enter the building, I picked up one or more weapons (a baseball bat was probably one of them), and I opened the door to enter the building.

I felt like Steve Harrington from the television show Stranger Things during a scene in season 2, but I woke up.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it started during the morning in a fictional house and my mom, my brother GC, and I were there but I am not sure if anyone else was there or not.

I remember talking with my mom and my brother GC when I noticed my male cousin ME walking outside past the windows at the front of the house, and I assumed that he was going to the front door so I told my mom because I assumed that he was coming over for her.

I walked toward the front of the house and the main door was wide open, I assumed that my mom had left it open for my dad, and so I walked away thinking that my mom was going to answer the door.

I then heard my dad and an unknown man enter through that door, I looked around the corner to see that the man was older with light-color skin with graying wild hair wearing a bright-color sleeping bag or blanket or jacket or something and he seemed homeless and mentally unstable like he had one or more mental disorders, and I heard him talking to himself and cursing et cetera.

My dad mentioned that he had a visitor with him who I assume was going to spend the day or night with us until he can get into a homeless shelter and / or medical facility or something where they can help him, and I think that someone asked my dad to help the man because he could not get signed in at the place until tomorrow.

Oddly this fictional house was connected to a fictional school that I had false memories of having attended when I was younger and a medical-like place that may have been the place that the homeless man was going to go to tomorrow, and all three buildings were probably connected without any doors separating each section so there were probably open doorways into each building for smooth easy access.

I walked to a middle area that was possibly part of the school or a shared middle area, it had a hard light-color floor, and I could see some of the open separate but partly open areas of the school like the gym and maybe cafeteria et cetera.

I also saw the opening to the medical-like place, and sitting in front of it was a woman with light-color skin with yellow hair who looked like she did not care.

The homeless man walked toward the medical-like place briefly and said something to the woman, and she said something back to him like she did not care and like she was annoyed and she probably reminded him that he had to wait until tomorrow and then they would try to help him.

He walked back to our fictional house, and the woman probably told me that he has some mental disorders and that he has been treated at the medical-like place before so do not mind his cursing and talking to himself et cetera because he is mentally unstable and he is not doing this intentionally.

Then she went back to sitting there, maybe on her mobile phone, and she went back to acting like she did not care.

I walked over toward the school areas as false memories and feelings of having went to this school came back to me, and I remember smiling and feeling happy as I thought about and felt those memories.

I saw some children and teachers walking through several areas, in one area I saw a folded up table and some other stuff on the floor, and so I went to pick it up and move it somewhere else but my dad walked over asking me to put it back because he was using it and he was doing some work (maybe painting) in this area.

I put it back and I asked my dad about what work was he doing here, in real life one of my dad jobs is working at The BP School Board as a painter, and he started to tell me.

Then I started telling him about some of my memories of back when I used to go to this school, and I pointed to some of the areas as I told him these memories but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

An Outdoor Auction

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I did not voice record my dreams each time that I woke up to use the bathroom, and so I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of the end of my last dream.

The dream took place during the day in a familiar fictional location in a slightly fictional version of the city of D that is sometimes in my dreams, this fictional location is located in a fictional version of a neighborhood that is not far from the D Junior High School, and sometimes in dreams I walk through this fictional location.

This fictional location had a storage building / shed in a small yard/field across from a building that is sometimes a local business like an antique shop or flea market or pawn shop or post office and/or something like that, and in dreams sometimes the building is closed and abandoned; and sometimes it is still open, but about to be closed and abandoned soon.

Usually there are nice people who work and shop there who know me because I often stop there sometimes to shop/visit them when I walk through the neighborhood, in this dream I visited them, but I can not remember this part of the dream; and later in the dream we had an outdoor auction in the yard/field by the shed.

Some of my former classmates were there like my former male classmate AM, his father Mr. M/my former baseball coach Coach M, the people who worked in the building, people who lived in neighborhood, and some other people were there for the outdoor auction.

Each item that was up for auction was shown one-at-a-time by a different person each time who would stand up and walk around with each item in front of the crowd who were mostly sitting down in chairs, and I was going to have to stand up and walk around showing off an item that was up for auction as well; and I was not comfortable with this because of me being shy and having social anxiety disorder and maybe generalized anxiety disorder, but I was going to try it anyway because we were probably trying to raise money to keep the building/store open/running.

I remember talking to my former classmate AM, his father Mr./Coach M, and other people in the crowd until it was my turn to stand up and walk around holding an item that was up for auction; and the item that I had to hold looked like a lunch / cafeteria tray with something on it (maybe food or fake food for decoration or something like that).

I remember being nervous/uncomfortable at first, I tried to stay calm, and slowly I started to become more comfortable as I walked around waiting for people to bid on the item; and eventually my fear/nervousness probably went away, and I started to have fun but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Somehow at the end of the dream I was in the yard/field with a small group of people with somewhat dirty whitish-colored skin with somewhat long hair who seemed to be from another time period, and they somewhat reminded me of characters from the History Channel television series Vikings because of how they dressed and acted.

Two of the people were brothers and one of the brothers was married I think, there was a woman among the group with maybe yellowish-colored hair who liked the married brother and she kept trying to get him to have sex with her but he kept refusing her, but his brother wanted to have sex with her but she was not interested in him which made him a bit jealous of his married brother.

The group of people were partying (drinking, talking, laughing, dancing, making out, probably having sex, and more) as I sat there feeling a bit awkward toward their wild partying ways/traditions/culture, and at some point the married brother either got drunk or somewhat lost consciousness; and then the woman who liked him used this as a chance to rape him.

His brother watched and did nothing thinking that his brother was lucky to get to have sex with the woman even though she was having sex with him against his will while he was unable to stop her (rape), and his brother asked her if he could either join in to have anal sex with the woman from behind as she raped his married brother and/or have sex with her after she was finished raping his married brother.

She let him join in and have anal sex with her and/or have sex with her after she was finished raping his married brother, I forgot to mention that the married brother’s wife was not around at the time, and so she was not there to stop this; but if she were to find out it was not going to be pretty because she was supposed to be a pretty good warrior.

I am not sure why I did not get involved exactly, maybe I was confused and not sure how their culture worked exactly, either way the married brother regained consciousness or the ability to move again; and his brother probably explained what happened to him, he was angry and he argued with his brother, but he was more worried about his wife finding out and he worried about what she would do about it.

The married brother probably also argued with the woman who raped him, he was so worried about what his wife would do if she found out that he told both of them to not tell anyone about what happened, but I woke up.

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

Family Members & Celebrities & Weird Things Happening At The Storage Building & G House

I can barely remember part of one dream from last that was confusing, strange, and hard to remember; and it took place during the day in my parent’s yard & at my grandfather’s house & at the G House.

The dream jumped back and forth between a slightly fictional version of one of the storage buildings in my parent’s yard, my grandfather’s house, and the abandoned G House that my grandfather owns.

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