Dream 1
The end of this dream seemed to have taken place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, but I could be wrong.
I can not remember most of the dream now unfortunately, I just remember being at a building (maybe a store) that seemed to possibly be somewhere that reminded me of where Mr. H’s Store used to be, and at some point I assume that the dream became a lucid dream or a semi-lucid dream because I went to test whether I could use dream powers or not.
I must be quick because my dream recall has been terrible the last few days, my memory is fading fast and my memory of my dreams from last night are/is messed up badly, I feel like I am getting sick, I can barely hear out of one of my ears, my throat is sore, I feel like I have been drugged which happened it seems in one of my dreams and it is probably just an effect/affect of me probably getting sick (maybe the flu or a cold or something that my body has been fighting and winning the last few days, but now it is probably starting to loose the battle), I did not voice record my dreams, et cetera so there will not be much left of my dreams by the time I finish typing this; and so most of my dreams will be forgotten and unclear and error filled probably.
Dream 1
I had a harder time sleeping last night and my sleep was disturbed because it was a bit hot and I woke up feeling hot, sore, drained, slightly dehydrated, sinus pressure, et cetera several times between having depressing dreams of depressing destroyed/ugly/terrible/et cetera post-apocalyptic environments/situations/et cetera from the television show The Walking Dead and the video game Fallout 3 (both of which I watched and I played before going to sleep); and some of the characters from both of those/these were in my dreams in many depressing scenarios/situations/environments/et cetera, and I would wake up feeling a variety of negative feelings/effects/affects and feeling like I could barely sleep but that is all that I can remember of these dreams.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream now is that this was my longest and most detailed dream of the night but I can not make much sense of it now with all that happened to me in the real world and in the dream world, and maybe the dream took place in a fictional version of the city of D maybe starting during the day; and maybe I played some sports (probably football/soccer) in a field somewhere with other people earlier in the dream, but I can not remember.
Later in the dream I remember being in an outdoor area like the fenced in yard of the BP School Board Computer Department but instead of their building being there it was a rectangular shaped one-story house where a family lived, I was with a woman from the earlier parts of the dream that I can not remember who I think looked like or was the actress Lenora Crichlow, and she was possibly starting to suffer from a mental disorder/mental/emotional breakdown and/or something like that; and she needed help, and she knew the family who lived at this house so she wanted me to help take her there I think and maybe I somewhat knew this family as well but I can not remember.
I remember us going to the house (which had a main hall with most of the rooms on both sides of it with, and there was an entrance/exit to the house from the parent’s bedroom and one from the living room) and the family who lived there had whitish colored skin with a husband, wife, several daughters (one was probably in elementary school, one was probably in high school, and two were adults), and at least one brother; and most of them seemed nice and maybe the wife was a doctor who knew how to deal with problems that the woman was having, but I can not remember.
We talked to the wife about the woman’s situation and I think that they let the woman sleep/stay in one of the extra rooms and maybe the wife gave her a sedative or something to help her sleep, and I remember talking with various members of the family about various things (about the woman, about their family, about maybe how we knew each other, and more) and they treated me like I lived there and maybe they invited me to stay which was nice but a bit odd and I felt a bit uncomfortable being treated so nicely like I was part of their family so I probably politely declined.
Some uncomfortable moments happened during the evening that I can not remember exactly except one of these moments possibly involved me either trying to leave or return to the house but for some reason that I can not remember I only could find the entrance/exit that went through the parent’s bedroom so I had to use that entrance/exit which was even more uncomfortable, and maybe I saw something that was made things even more uncomfortable/awkward like maybe someone naked and/or having sex (probably the parent’s) but I can not remember.
Whatever happened was no big deal to the husband and wife as I explained what I was doing and they told me that everything was okay, they continued to treat me very nicely and like I lived there, and they probably took me to some of the others so that we could talk/hang out and I had some good conversations with them; and their son had some male friends over partying in another room, and while I was talking to the others one of the son’s male friends walked from the room where they were partying and he brought me a clear cup with only a bit of whitish/foggy clear liquid in it saying that I should drink it because it would help me feel better.
I was in a good mood and I decided to accept the drink and drink it even though he did not tell me what it was when I asked him and I was suspicious of drinking unknown drinks from unknown people, which was stupid of me but it was a rare risky decision that I made in this positive and somewhat uncomfortable moment because the family seemed trustworthy and so I assumed that I could hopefully trust the son’s friend(s) too, and so I drunk a bit of it; and I instantly started to feel strange like the drink was drugged, the friend and maybe the other friends smiled and laughed, and I remember saying that I felt strange.
I started to get the feelings/effects/affects of being drugged and that I was going to loose consciousness and eventually I probably collapsed/lost consciousness, I heard some of the friends talking about what they should do to me, but the son probably refused their ideas/pranks/whatever; and the rest of the family probably found me and maybe moved me to one of the beds/bedrooms of one of the adult daughters who possibly had yellowish colored hair.
I remember waking up during the night in a bed with one of the adult daughters sleeping in it against me, one of her cheeks were a reddish color from it leaning against my body for too long, and she woke up once she realized that I was awake; and I could not remember anything and I still felt partly drugged, and so she told me what happened.
I asked her questions about if anyone did anything to me/my body and she said no, I also asked her about why she was in the same bed as me, and she probably told me that this was her room/bed and that her parent’s wanted her to watch over me to make sure that I was okay; and so she was doing that until she fell asleep, and then I remember us talking and having a good conversation.
We probably liked/were attracted to each other and so we laid there together talking and maybe somewhat cuddling and maybe her parent’s came to check on me, they seemed happy to see that I was doing better and that their daughter and I seemed to like each other, and it seemed like they had hoped that this would happen and/or possibly partly planned this; and they probably even said that they either had hoped for us to end up together and/or they were happy for us to be together, and that they would be happy to have me become part of the family one day and they walked back to their bedroom smiling/happy.
I probably still tried to be a bit suspicious about the situation and to try to look for any signs that something was done to me while I was drugged/unconscious, that the woman was okay, et cetera but I also tried to enjoy the moment; but that is all that I can remember of this dream or make sense of it, and some of it is possibly error filled and definitely incomplete and so this probably does not properly show what actually/really happened in some parts of the dream.
The end,
-John Jr
Dream 1
I barely remember part of the first dream which took place during the day in a field at a small compound that belonged to Bart Baker from YouTube, and people were filming YouTube videos (mostly parody videos) and hanging out/having fun around the compound which had a nice modern one-story house that had an open look to it where there was not much privacy because it was made for hanging out/partying it seemed.
I remember walking around as I saw several popular YouTubers like Bart Baker (who owned the compound) and even the South Korean music artist Psy was there, and everyone was having a great time talking/dancing/eating/drinking/listening to music/swimming/playing games/filming videos/et cetera; and the dream had a very positive and comedic atmosphere to it, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
Dream 2
I barely remember part of the second/last dream which possibly was somewhat inspired by the TV show True Blood where I think that a virus that was affecting/effecting vampires mutated into an unknown virus that could effect/affect humans also, but that is just a guess; and either way there was a sickness spreading.
I remember being inside a building that had no windows where other people/survivors seemed to be living to avoid going outside to risk getting infected with the sickness I guess, and I remember spending most of my time in a gym area that had several basketball goals / courts; and there was a dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and probably living area connected to this gym area but each of those areas had walls separating them with door openings connecting them.
Most of the people were playing basketball and other sports and exercising, some of the people were unknown people, some of the people were former classmates of mine like my former female classmate TS, and some of the people were celebrities like the actor Idris Elba.
We had one or more doctors and medical people in the building but they left to go outside to help people and they were going to come back soon, and I remember watching people play basketball because I was not picked to play; and I remember watching Idris Elba and his team playing basketball against another team, and while I was watching the game I was approached by my former classmate TS.
My former classmate TS told me that someone in her group collapsed and that he was probably infected with the sickness but all the doctors/medical workers were gone out helping people outside; and so she asked me to look for a medical kit (first aid kit) and/or supplies that might help him, and so I starting walking to the kitchen/dining room/other areas to search for the medical supplies.
But I stopped as some people started to panic a bit and Idris Elba took a leadership role to try to calm everyone down, but then he collapsed on the ground like he died on his stomach with his head pointed up with is nose pointed up possibly bleeding and moved a bit out-of place; and so I ran to find the medical supplies.
While I was doing this a man in Idris Elba’s group fell to the ground on his back with a broken nose like he was dying in a lot of pain, the members of his group wanted to get a cast iron pot/skillet out of the kitchen to knock his nose back in place and/or to kill him so that he would not have to suffer a slow and painful death; but Idris Elba woke up and he stood up to everyone’s surprise, and he moved his nose back in place.
Mr. Elba looked serious like he wanted to look strong and unaffected by emotions and as a leader to the people like his character Marshal Stacker Pentecost from the movie Pacific Rim but I could tell that he was just holding his emotions back to stay strong for everyone, and he walked into the kitchen area where I was to get the cast iron pot/skillet after giving a brief speech.
He walked over the dying man in his group and he knocked his broken nose back in place with the cast iron/skillet and possibly knocked him unconscious and/or dead so that he would not have to suffer a slow painful death, Mr. Elba tried to act like he was uneffected/unaffected emotionally but I could tell that he wanted to cry, and he told the others to call emergency services for help.
I found a medical supply kit as a male doctor with whitish colored skin and his assistant returned, they rushed to help the man in my former classmate TS’s group first, and I gave them the medical kit; and I stood by Mr. Elba’s group as they talked to emergency services on a mobile phone about the man in their group, but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr
Dream 1
The first dream is a bit unclear but I know that it took place during the day in a fictional place and I probably went to a nice one-story house to look for a certain unknown object that I can not remember that was being sold with other items by the family who owned the house, like a garage sale that someone (maybe my mom) told me about, but everyone was gone from the house except the daughter who seemed to be based on my former classmate CW except that she had medium-length medium brownish colored hair and there were several other minor differences between them but I am not sure if she was supposed to be my former classmate CW or not.
Unfortunately I can not remember most of the dream and so it is unclear, it seemed that we both were younger again maybe 18 -21 years old but I could be wrong, and I remember being interested in getting to know the daughter better; and I managed to convince her to let me look around for the unknown item that I was looking to buy from them, even though the rest of her family were gone (her parent’s and her younger sister and/or brother), and so she took me to a garage/room-like area of the house where her family sold things that they no longer needed/wanted.
I barely remember part of the end of my last dream, I forgot my other dream, and this dream is unclear & confusing; but I do know that the dream started normal and my family was in the dream at first.
We were in a fictional house or building but I can not remember the details, I just know that something happened to me, and I started feeling sick/strange; and so I think that my mom or parent’s got me some medicine/drugs to take: a large blue colored pill that I think was an antibiotic, a white colored pill that I think was a sinus medicine, and a round white colored pill that I think was some pain medicine but I decided not to take the medicine/drugs unless I started to feel worse.
Unfortunately I did start to feel worse, my vision & equilibrium/balance was messing up, my head was probably hurting, I could not walk straight or think straight, and the dream changed while this was going on; and my family was gone, and a war was taking place I guess & I guess I was supposedly a soldier.
The house or building was now being used by the military that I was in as a small base and they would interrogate/question people/enemy soldiers here, and I remember stumbling around still sick holding the medicine/drugs as I saw/heard people/enemy soldiers being tortured/interrogated by other soldiers in the military that I was in.
One of my fellow soldiers would put one or two rounds (when he wanted to cheat) in a revolver and he would give it to the person being interrogated, and he would make that person play Russian Roulette (they would have to put the revolver to their head & pull the trigger); and I stumbled around confused, but still disgusted by what the military that I was with was doing to people (torture).
I tried to tell them to stop this but they would not listen and I was still to sick/confused to communicate well, and so I finally took all the medicine/drugs except for the pain medicine; and slowly I started to feel better/see better/move better/think better.
While I slowly recovered, at least one or two people died from the Russian Roulette, and once I recovered enough I entered the interrogation room; and I picked up the revolver that had a normal looking .38 special round loaded in the chamber & it had a strange-looking long .22 long rifle-like round that was added by the interrogator to cheat, and I took the bullets out & I pointed out the strange bullet that was added to cheat to the interrogator & I told him what he was doing was wrong & why.
He did not see things my way and he was the cold-type of man who felt that the enemy/whoever deserved pain/death/torture, so there was no reasoning with him really, and many of the other soldiers seemed to support him; and so I had to be careful or I probably would be seen as an enemy, and so I figured out a way to make him take a break from torturing/interrogating people for a while.
During all of this I could sometimes hear gunshots & explosions in the distance, soldiers would come & go with news/reports of the battle, and communications would come in on equipment in the command room; and it seemed like the military that I was in had invaded another country, and so we were probably in another country during this part of the dream.
There was more that happened in this dream before and after this but I can not remember.
The end,
-John Jr
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