This dream was probably partly inspired by some videos, like the YouTube video above Uncle Phil – Please, Don’t Come To Africa by the YouTube channel African Diaspora News Channel.
This dream took place somewhere in Africa, maybe South Africa, I was there vacationing, probably not alone.
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Dream 1
This was maybe the main dream of the night but I did not record it in time to save most of it, and so I barely remember a few fragments of it.
There was possibly a college-like place, maybe a dorm or apartment, and maybe I went to bathroom.
Maybe there were showers and tubs in this bathroom among the usual things, various things happened during this as I possibly tried to find a place to use the bathroom and / or take a shower or bath, and maybe I talked to one or more people during this.
But that is all that I can remember now even though I know that there was much more to this dream.
Dream 2
This dream took place at The BP Library and I was working at my shelver job, I saw and spoke to several of my coworkers like my coworker Mr. CF, and then Mr. CF walked off to do a patrol because he is the security guard.
My brother GC was working at the desk by the teen section, and my female coworker JB was working at a fictional desk to the right of the new adult book section in the middle of the library closer to the front but not past the front desk.
I was working in the new adult book section when JB started talking to me from her desk even though I was all the way on the other side of the new adult book section, and she was complaining to me about one or more situations that happened at work that involved my brother GC.
JB said that sometimes my brother GC helps with some of the library programs, and she told me about an incident that happened at the last library program where my brother GC was reading something as part of the program that had some cursing and other bad language in it.
JB said that was not appropriate for a library program and that children were there, I agreed, but I doubted that my brother had written that or would have intentionally done that; and I assumed that he had just read whatever he was told to read.
I started to ask JB about this trying to learn more details, I then went to ask her if she wanted me to talk to my brother GC about this, but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
What is it?
The American soap Ivory (the Original Scent is better than the Aloe Vera Scent in cleaning and smell and smell removal in my opinion, and so I recommend the Original Scent only) that was made by Procter & Gamble Co. (P&G) and was first introduced back in 1879.
What is it about?
This is how The P&G Shop describes this soap:
Ivory Bar Soap provides a simple, effective clean for the entire family without breaking the bank!
It is free of dyes and heavy perfumes and is 99.44% PURE.
Made in the USA, Ivory is recommended by 4 out of 5 moms and has been a proven and trusted brand for over 130 years.
Also try Ivory Body Wash for a simple clean that leaves skin smooth and hydrated (vs. regular soap).
Offers a simple, effective clean for the entire family.
4 out of 5 moms recommend it.
99.44% PURE (it floats!).
Free of dyes & heavy perfumes.
For beautiful-looking skin.
Proudly made in the USA.
What do I like about it and what might other people like about it?
I like that it is cheap, it cleans good and leaves my skin feeling cleaner than other soaps (but if you have very dry skin it might make your skin feel drier), it is milder than some soaps, it has various other uses (cleaning clothes, removing stains, removing makeup, facial cleaning, and you can even use it as fish bait), it floats, it does not usually turn into mush like some other soaps as it gets smaller, and it handles smells better than many soaps.
Final Thoughts
I bought some Ivory soap for Christmas last year because it was the cheapest soap that I saw in a family pack, I expected it to just be some generic mild soap with little cleaning or smell handling capabilities, and so I did not expect to like it.
I had heard of Ivory soap before but had not really tried it because it was so cheap, the packaging looked even cheaper, and I just thought it was a mild generic soap that would not be better than the other soaps that we used (usually Dial soaps and other random soaps).
When I opened the first bar of Ivory soap I was not impressed by the smell or look, the bar was thick enough though, and during the first time that I used it I had nothing but negative expectations and was basically hating on it as I used it still not impressed except for the fact that it could float.
But then as I continued taking my bath I noticed how much cleaner my skin was feeling as I washed the soap off, I thought maybe I was imagining things, and that there is no way that this cheap simple soap could clean this good and leave me feeling cleaner than any soap that I ever remember using before.
I took note of this and decide to pay attention each time that I used the soap to wash my hands, take a bath, clean my anti-snoring device, et cetera; and to my surprise and shock it did clean better than any soap that I can remember using and it did leave my skin feeling cleaner than any soap that I remember using.
How was this possible that a cheap simple soap that has been around for over 100 years was able to do all of this, that I had not really used it before, it does not seem to be as popular as it should be, et cetera.
Me and my family had missed out all these years by using worse and more expensive soaps when we could have been using Ivory for cheaper, and it is sad that the Ivory brand is not really advertised or promoted or talked about much now-a-days so most people probably do not know how good it really is and have never used it.
It was like stumbling on a secret hidden in plain sight, some generic cheap looking bars of soap sitting lonely on the shelves all these years that we never bothered to give a chance, who would have thought.
Since last Christmas no other soap that we have used has been better yet, and so at this time it is my favorite soap so I decided to do this post about it.
I fear that they might stop selling it now that me and my family like it, which happens with lots of products that we like, and since it does not seem to be as popular or promoted as it should be.
The end,
-John Jr
All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place during the day at maybe a college or a school that was very similar to the C Elementary School in the city of D.
There was a main covered sidewalk with some buildings to the left of it, and some sidewalks to the right of it with some small indoor / outdoor bathrooms at the start of some of those sidewalks.
I am not sure if I needed to use the bathroom or not, I just remember going inside one of the small indoor / outdoor bathrooms which were like tiny shacks that were partly open (no door) so you only had a bit of privacy, and at some point I started taking a bath or a shower.
After I finished my bath or shower people (probably college students) started to show up as I was naked and drying off with a towel, and so I tried to hurry up and dry off and get dressed.
There was no door so I had to try to hide in the corners to avoid being seen, I had to switch sides depending on which direction the people were walking from, but eventually I dried off and I got dressed.
As I was leaving the bathroom I walked on a sidewalk, and I saw my former male classmate WG cleaning up along a sidewalk near where I was and he was working here as a janitor.
I stopped to greet my former classmate WG and we started talking, either someone handed him a note or he found a note, and the note was from his wife who also worked here.
The note was probably a reminder to my former classmate WG about something, and maybe he left to go do that and / or to meet up with his wife but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
During a forgotten part of this dream from last night or during a forgotten dream from last night I remember hearing the song Jardin D’Hiver by the French musician Pauline Croze from her album Bossa Nova:
Other than that all that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it was possibly a longer dream but I can not remember the earlier parts of the dream, but I do know that the dream involved a fictional college and it possibly started in the morning and ended in the evening.
I was attending this fictional college and some of my former classmates also went to this college like my former male classmates DH and AK, and maybe one or more of them were in one or more of my classes.
I assume that several days had passed before this part of the dream took place, this part of the dream started during maybe the morning, and I was with my former male classmate DH.
There was something that I can not remember that my former classmate DH would help me with sometimes, and so I wanted to do something for him in return so I was going to buy us some food so I remember us driving (I can not remember who was driving) to a gas station-like business that my former classmate DH said had some food that he likes.
During the drive we talked about some of our former classmates like our former male classmate TC, who was possibly in a forgotten part of the dream, and we quickly reached the gas station-like business and we went inside.
My former classmate DH recommended buying a maybe semi-dessert-like food that he likes here, and so I bought that for us and then we drove back to the college and we went our separate ways when we returned to the college.
I remember being in a nice middle class and / or upper class park / college courtyard / neighborhood-like area with grass, plants, walkways, benches, et cetera.
I remember seeing a woman with light-color skin with long light-color hair talking to her young son who had light-color skin with short brown hair in maybe a bowl-like style, I can not remember what they were talking about, and they seemed to be middle class and / or upper class and from the neighborhood.
At some point I remember talking with my former male classmate AK who was intensely talking with me about a variety of topics like politics, religion, philosophy, and more.
My former classmate AK was acting a bit strange during our conversation, and sometimes he would make facial expressions like he did in his high school yearbook photograph where he looked like a stereotype of a serial killer.
After our conversation we went our separate ways, and I walked further into the college campus and I went inside maybe a college library-like building.
At this point it was afternoon or late afternoon, at some point I remember being in a separate room inside the library that had carpet and bookshelves and it that looked mostly like a normal room in the library, but oddly it was also a shower / maybe bathroom even though it did not look like it.
I remember being in this room taking a shower, the actress Ruth Wilson or Ruth Wilson as her character Alice Morgan from the BBC television show Luther was also in his room taking a shower directly next to me, and we were talking to each other as we took a shower but we possibly were not even naked to make things even more odd but I can not remember if we still had clothes (clothing) on or not.
Mrs. Wilson or Alice had orange and / or red hair and based on her behavior in the dream I will assume that she was basically her character Alice Morgan, and so I will call her Alice.
Our shower and conversation got interrupted by another college student who was a man with light-color skin with dark-hair who maybe had his own band (music group) where he maybe played lead guitar (electric guitar in this case), Alice and this man both had a music class together, and the man was trying to start a romantic relationship with Alice even though Alice had a boyfriend.
The man knocked on the door to the room looking for Alice, Alice was not interested in this man at all, but she was teasing him for some unknown reason(s) which is why he felt that he had a chance.
Alice did not want to be bothered by him so she probably had me tell him that he could not enter the room and that she was busy showering et cetera, which stopped him from entering, but he continued trying to talk to her from outside the door briefly.
Then somehow I started seeing that the situation between Alice and the man was being made into a documentary by a maybe British man with light-color skin, and I was seeing this in my mind and in a way where at times I could no longer see myself because the dream would jump to scenes from the documentary.
While this was going on my body was still in the shower room with Alice, but I was able to see the documentary parts of the dream instead of what my body was seeing.
I remember seeing scenes from the documentary that showed Alice and the man when they did not realize that they were being filmed, and scenes of them being interviewed at various times individually so that each of them could explain their point of view during each part of the documentary.
In Alice’s interviews she always made it clear that she had no interest in the man, and in all the interviews of the man he always made it clear that he was interested in Alice and was trying to start a romantic relationship with her even if she had a boyfriend already.
There was scenes showing them in their music class at the college and they both played guitar, showing the man playing music with his band, showing the two of them hanging out, et cetera.
The man was determined to start a relationship with Alice, and at some point the dream returned back to where my body was in the shower room.
I remember telling Alice that I had seen some of the documentary that was being made about her and the man, I told her about how the man was interested in her, and she was somewhat surprised that I knew about the documentary and she said that she knew about the man’s intentions.
I told her that her teasing the man like this was making him think that he had a chance, and I asked why was she teasing him like this when she had a boyfriend.
She seemed to like teasing men like that, she probably had teased me as well as we showered and talked, but I can not remember her response other than that she was doing it for fun but that she was done with him now that she was no longer having fun.
It seemed that she likes to find different things to amuse herself temporarily but she quickly becomes bored, and she moves on to the next thing or the next person.
I recommended that she let the man know so that he will stop bothering her, and so that he can stop getting his hopes up that they will have a relationship one day but I can not remember her response before I got awakened by the alarm on my mobile phone.
The end,
-John Jr
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