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Waking Up From A Coma In The Future?

I had several dreams last night but unfortunately I can only barely remember part of two dreams because I did not voice record the other dreams that I had when I went to sleep on a couch at first.

Dream 1

This dream was probably inspired by an animated short video that I saw on YouTube yesterday for the video game Overwatch called Overwatch Animated Short | “Rise and Shine”.

Running From A Werewolf | Trying To Survive And Return A Girl To Her Family

Werewolf: The Apocalypse
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Dream 1

The first two dreams are possibly part of the same dream but I am not sure, and so I am separating them as two different dreams; and the first dream started during the day in a fictional field possibly between the D High School and the D Junior High School, and I was there with some of my family in The BV trying to drive out of the field and one of my parent’s was driving while my other parent was in the other front seat and I was in one of the middle seats.

One of Mr. CC’s family members had died recently and so most of his family members were in the field (maybe we had visited them, and we were leaving), as we tried to drive into the street a bunch of his family members (adults and kids) were in the way not moving like they did not care from their facial expressions/body language/et cetera except for the kids who were busy playing, and so we had to kindly ask them to back up and so they slowly backed up eventually still acting like they did not care but there was still not enough room; and so we kindly asked them to move forward and so they slowly moved forward eventually still acting like they did not care except for the kids who were having fun touching/slapping The BV as they moved forward, and then we were finally able to drive into the street to leave.

The next thing that I can remember is walking on Eastside not far from my parent’s street when I probably came across a family member (maybe my male cousin DE, but I am not sure) and this person/family member probably turned into a maybe mean/tough/dangerous/thick/muscular-looking silverish/grayish/blueish werewolf-like creäture who walked on all fours who looked like a fictional more dangerous version of a wolf who looked at you like it partly had the mind/brain of a human; and it started chasing me like it wanted to kill me and I tried to tell it to stop but that failed, and so I ran instead of trying to fight it (maybe because it was one of my family members, and I was at a disadvantage and probably a bit scared)

The werewolf chased me to a fictional street near where my uncle IC’s street should be, I saw a brick house with a brick garage/clubhouse/storage building/whatever that was low enough that I could jump and climb on it, and so I did this and the werewolf could not reach me but it stared at me waiting for me to come down so that it could kill me I guess; and while I waited on the roof I realized that this was Mr. CC’s house, and that I was standing on his clubhouse/storage building/whatever that he would relax in/et cetera.

I saw a tall/large man with whitish colored skin with maybe short yellowish/orangish colored hair and maybe goatee carrying a probably drunk and unconscious Mr. CC toward his house, I was about to warn him about the werewolf but when I looked down it was gone, and so I climbed down to help the man carry Mr. CC; and so I held Mr. CC’s legs and lower body while the man held his arms and upper body, and we took him to the man’s business (maybe a barber shop/diner/bar/et cetera or something like that) across from Mr. CC’s house.

The man said that Mr. CC was depressed/saddened/et cetera about the death of his family member so he had gotten drunk to numb the pain/thoughts and he had lost consciousness, he said that Mr. CC often hung out at his business, and so he brought him there where he could have some privacy because he did not want his family to see him like this; and he had a room where he could sleep, and I took him there and I left after having a brief conversation with the man but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day possibly in a fictional version of the city of D again and I was inside a school-like building in a hall with many other people, and chaos/a disaster/an attack/whatever started with people running/hiding/probably getting attacked/killed/et cetera; but I can not remember the details of what was happening and why (my wild guess is that the system had collapsed leading to chaos, and so maybe some people started committing crimes in the panic/chaos/et cetera while others tried to survive), and I remember running and finding a hiding spot in a narrow small dimly lit room that was a combination of several rooms (laundry room, bathroom, shower room, and storage room) separated by doorways/doors.

I remember a young girl with whitish colored skin with maybe long medium-colored hair standing in the hall during the chaos, either she got separated from her family or someone possibly asked me to take her to her family, and so I brought her to my hiding spot to hid behind the washing machine and dryer; and at some point I think a man entered the room with a weapon, he probably found us and attacked us, and I probably killed him and took his weapons and I possibly fought and probably killed one or more other attackers before things calmed down.

I remember having a silverish colored long barrel revolver like the one that Rick Grimes from the television show The Walking Dead has, in this dream I actually had to reload my guns and I had a limited amount of bullets, and I probably fortified and locked the doors to our room; and we spend several days living/hiding mostly in the back on the room in the storage room/area sneaking out sometimes to scavenge for food/supplies, and during this time I tried to teach the girl skills to help her better survive (basic combat training (guns, mêlée, hand-to-hand), sneaking skills, hiding skills, and basic individual and group survival skills).

One day somehow our door to the hall was now a door to the outside and after I finished reloading my revolver (I probably had to use it a few times over the days during our scavenging runs) my male cousin DE came to the door with a gun (probably a dark-colored shotgun) acting dangerous/untrustworthy and mentally/emotionally/et cetera unstable demanding us to let him in to our hiding spot, I told the girl to hide in the storage room/area, and I went to the door to talk to my cousin DE; and after talking to him it was clear that I could not let him in or trust him so I refused to let him in, and so he grabbed a random man and put a gun (probably the shotgun) to his head threatening to murder him if I did not let him in.

Something happened that I can not remember but I think that I opened the door and I managed to take the shotgun away from my cousin DE and his hostage ran away, and then my cousin DE started pulling out his backup gun to shoot me and I warned him to stop or I would shoot him but he would not listen to me or stop; and so I tried to shoot him with the shotgun before he could shoot me, and the shotgun sounded like it shot but nothing came out.

I tried again but the same thing happened and maybe the shotgun slightly jammed, my cousin DE shot at me with his gun but the same thing happened to him, and I pulled out my newly reloaded revolver and I tried to shoot him but the same thing happened to my confusion/shock/annoyance; and I remember my cousin DE taunting me as we both shot at each other back and forth between the possible jamming our guns as no bullets came out but you could hear the gunshots like we were shooting blanks, and eventually I retreated back into my room and I locked the door and my cousin DE left.

I went back to the storage room/area with the girl and I remember checking my guns in confusion, they were still loaded and so I was even more confused, and maybe the next day we somehow found out that groups of people were meeting up along the highway across from Eastside near where the SC Motel should be to form groups to travel up the highway together to reach hopefully safer areas or something like that; and this was the only bit of organization/organizing/order that I had seen since the chaos/disaster/whatever started (maybe it was an official effort of some kind to increase people’s survival chances), and so we decided to go so that I could hopefully take the girl to her family who lived in another city or outside the city.

We walked toward the meeting place which was separated by a fictional tall field area with a lake/river/body of water separating it from the highway unless you walked around the water from the direction we walked from which was almost where the abandoned Bread Store should be, we saw people waiting in the area where we were, and some on the highway at the meeting place waiting for a certain number/amount of people to form a group; and then that group would leave together to walk up the highway, and then the next group of people would form/come together and then they would do the same.

The girl told me that almost on the outskirts of the city there was a barn in the forest that some of her family members owned, we decided to make that our meeting place if we got separated and a hideout if we needed somewhere to sleep or hideout during our journey, but then my cousin DE interrupted wanting to join the same group that we would join.

I knew that he would follow us even if we said no and that he was too dangerous/unstable to trust him so I gave the girl a handgun and I told her to go with one of the groups and then hide in our meeting place (the barn) until I can reach her, I told her to be safe and remember her training, and she left to follow my orders; and I did this so that I could distract my cousin DE from being able to follow us, and I wanted to stop to consider if I should let him join us or not.

I had a conversation with my cousin DE as a man with dark-brownish colored skin with blackish colored hair listened to our conversation not far from us because he had nothing else to do as he waited, at first I started to feel sorry for my cousin DE and I was close to letting him join us, but first I told him that he would have to follow some basic rules if I was/were to let him join us (like he needed to take his medicine and get help to help him stable his mental/emotional/et cetera disorders/problems, and some other basic rules for his and our own safety).

He refused to admit that he had a problem, he refused to take his medicine or get help and he even refused to tell me what medicine he needed so that I could get/find it for him, he refused most of my basic rules, and he acted angry/defiant/selfish/unstable/et cetera as expected/usual; and so I mostly no longer felt sorry for him and I became annoyed/angry, and I told him that he could not join or follow us and I jumped into the water and quickly swam to the highway to join a group to leave before he could follow.

My cousin DE was surprised/shocked and he did not follow me to my surprise (probably because he did not want to swim) and I left with a group of mostly my former classmates like my former classmates JU, EK, AH (he looked older and shorter and his face and neck were thicker), TS, DR, and many others; and at some point we somehow were walking along the sidewalk not far from the brick building near the new D Court House, and we stopped at a fictional business (they served mostly frozen/cold snacks/desserts, drinks, and other refreshments) along the sidewalk that was owned by the family of one of my former classmates.

They wanted to relax and have some fun before continuing our journey, I wanted to continue so that I could catch up with the girl because I was worried about her and I wanted to get her to her family safe and as quickly as possible, but I decided to try to relax; and so people got in line to order/buy food/drinks/et cetera, and some of my former classmates (EK, JU, DR, et cetera) happily took up the role of employees.

I remember everyone being in a good mood and having fun to my surprise, I assumed that none of them had seen or experienced how bad things were for some of us so far (I had killed people in self-defense, hid and scavenged for days while protecting and training a young girl to survive the chaos, and almost killed my own cousin in self-defense et cetera) probably because most of them were middle and upper class so they were in safer neighborhoods/areas during the chaos so far, and some of my former classmates who were working as employees were keeping the mood positive and they even tried to cheer me up with some games and chances to win free stuff.

I started looking at a menu trying to decide what to buy as I hoped that the girl would remember her training and be safe until I could reach the barn, but I woke up.

Dream 3

This dream possibly continued where the first dream finished and it possibly involved a werewolf again, and it also possibly continued where the second dream finished; but that is all that I can remember of this dream, and I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

My Former Classmate AA’s Dangerous / Stupid Prank With A Fake Uzi

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Last night I spend most of the night only lightly sleeping waking up several times during the night not even able to remember if I dreamed or not and feeling like I  could not sleep/did not need any more sleep, and eventually I woke up between 6:00 AM – 7:00 AM and I heard a loud explosion that scared me a bit until I realized that it was just a severe thunder-storm but that explosion did not sound like thunder to me.

It took me a while to go back to sleep but eventually I went back to sleep and I had the only dream that I can remember part of, but I only remember part of the end of the dream; and the dream took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D that is sometimes in my dreams, and I remember something about jobs and my dad.

I think that I went to a fast food restaurant and/or somewhere that had something to do with jobs that my dad told me about and either I did not get the job or I briefly had the job and lost it or something like that, and I returned to my parents’ house where I talked to my dad about it and we had a conversation that annoyed me.

Eventually I left my parents’ house feeling annoyed and I went to a slightly fictional version of W Park to clear my mind and to relax, and because it had been a while since I last walked at the park; and at some point I walked to the shopping center near W Park to walk around and to shop, but I can not remember what happened during this part of the dream or during the earlier parts of the dream but I know that a lot more happened in this dream.

Eventually I was walking outside along the sidewalk of the shopping center when I came across my former classmate AA and he tried to get me join him in a dangerous/stupid prank that he was about to do that involved him going around with a fake Uzi (a sub-machine gun) that maybe shot fake soft / plastic bullets (rounds) or something like that and he had one or more fake guns hidden in a corner of the sidewalk, and he planned to go around shooting at people to scare them and make them think that real bullets were being shot at them.

I told him that this prank was dangerous/stupid/wrong/et cetera and that he should not do it and that I would not help him, but he did not listen to me and he started his prank anyway; and he walked around with his fake Uzi shooting near people as they walked in and out of stores scaring them, and most of them ran away screaming for their lives (the fake Uzi looked and sounded real, and the fake bullets made noise as they hit objects).

I probably got tired of watching this and I probably went to get one of my former classmate AA’s fake guns hidden in a corner of the sidewalk to try to use it to try to get him to stop his prank and it was a fake pump-action shotgun that had maybe shot greenish colored hunting camouflage I think, but as I was walking to reach my former classmate AA he ran out of bullets for his Uzi as he was shooting near a slightly over-fat/obese man with whitish colored skin with short blackish colored hair who was coming out of a store to the left of where Subway should be.

The man that he was shooting at, another man who was a fictional conservative politician/senator with whitish colored skin with short brownish/blondish colored hair who supported gun rights and who supported carrying a concealed weapon and who had a concealed handgun (I have no idea how I knew all of this information about this man/politician/senator, but somehow I recognized him from TV because of fictional memories I guess), and an old man with whitish colored skin with grayish/whitish colored hair and a long beard sitting in his truck that had a shotgun in it all realized that my former classmate AA was out of bullets; and so the politician and the old man pulled out their guns, and my former classmate AA ran for his life toward W Park screaming:

“Don’t Kill Me, I Was Joking!”.

The two men chased after my former classmate AA with their guns out and I tried to tell them that it was just a stupid/dangerous prank and that the guns that my former classmate AA had were not real, but they could not hear me and so I followed them trying to catch up with them before they could shoot my former classmate AA; and fortunately they stopped chasing my former classmate AA when he crossed the street and ran across W Park.

I approached the two men and I explained the situation to them and they smiled and laughed and joked about the situation, they could not wait to tell all of their friends’/family/et cetera the story, and I joked that I hope that someone video recorded what happened and that it would be shown on the news because this was a story that you have to see/hear to believe; and we joked/laughed about how my former classmate AA was running and screaming for his life, and he was probably still running and screaming as we stood there joking/laughing.

Both of the men showed me their guns and they briefly told me about their guns and the old man with the shotgun said goodbye and he returned to his truck, the man who worked as a politician/senator and I walked and talked briefly up the sidewalk, and I remember seeing a police car with a bald male police officer with whitish colored skin wearing blackish colored sunglasses sitting in it looking around at us and at the area probably because someone called him about my former classmate AA shooting near people with his fake Uzi.

Oddly the police officer did not stop and question me/us even though I was still carrying my former classmate AA’s fake shotgun, eventually I said goodbye to the politician/senator after I put the shotgun back where I found it, and I started walking near a fictional Dollar General store in the corner between the real Dollar General and J.C. Penny; and there was a bench there with several women and men sitting and standing there, and one of the women was a woman with medium brownish colored skin with long blackish colored hair wearing a reddish colored T-shirt who I assumed worked at Dollar General for some unknown reason(s).

I stopped at the door of the fictional Dollar General store to take off a long sleeve shirt or jacket or something like that but I accidentally pulled my under-T-shirt up as well, I tried to pull it back down hoping that no one noticed, and while I was doing this I noticed some school buses at W Park like an elementary school was having a field trip; and I suddenly remembered a fictional hidden walking trail in W Park that has been in a few of my past dreams, and I remembered going there with either my former classmate CW and/or another woman who looked like her who had whitish colored skin with long straight brownish colored hair I think.

In my memories of this fictional hidden walking trail it seemed that my former classmate CW and/or another woman and I were dating each time and we were walking/sitting/talking/spending time together in this hidden walking trail that is hard to find, and in this hidden walking trail was a nice sitting area with nice plants/flowers near it and several nice areas where you can walk.

I decided that I would go searching for the hidden walking trail after I finished shopping, I really wanted to explore it and I could feel my feelings from those past memories, and I wondered what happened to my former classmate CW and/or another woman who were in those memories; and I wanted to find her or them as well.

I knew that there were two ways to reach the hidden walking trail with one way being find inside W Park and the other way being found inside a neighborhood walking trail near the street that leads to the D High School, and so I went of my memories trying to remember where both entrances were; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

Zombie Hunting With Tate Langdon | Former Classmates Trying To Play Games

Dream 1

I barely remember part of two dreams from last night with the first dream taking place during the day in a fictional area at a multi-story apartment building, I was with some of my family and we came across a man who looked like a bit like a slightly older Tate Langdon from the TV show American Horror Story: Murder House & what was left of his family and/or people from his apartment building, and it seemed like most of the people in the area were dead or gone like a disaster of some kind had happened & part of my family & I were trying to find a safe place.

We came to this apartment building hoping to find safe shelter and Tate & the few people with him explained the situation to us, most or all the people in the building were dead or gone & maybe a few zombies/infected peopled/whatever were still inside the building, and so Tate asked me to help him search & clear the entire building of zombies; and I said yes & he gave me two pistols that might have been .45 caliber Colt M1911s, and he had a black colored 12 gauge pump-action shotgun that might have been a Mossberg 500.

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