Old School Sunday With Dashie (Charlie Guzman)

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I had a variety of dreams last night but forgot all but one dream, due to waking up with a strange pain in my head that probably was linked to the pain in one of my dying teeth, and so I had to get out of bed to deal with that since it was so bad that I could not sleep or lay down; after a few minutes of recovering I managed to go back to bed and to sleep.

The only dream that I can now somewhat remember out of all those dreams, took place during the day in a very fictional version of D I guess, I did not know/think this until later in the dream.


Dream Fragments / Daydreams / Thoughts / Sleep Cycles | Learning / Practicing Spanish Duolingo Style

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Wow! Last night was crazy/interesting, is this real life? 😀

Anyway, as some of you know I have studied French (I started French two weeks before I started Spanish) and now I have studied Spanish everyday for almost a month now for free on ; and I am about to break my record for the longest that I have consistently studied a language course (which I might have already broken probably), and I might even finish this course one day which will break a record by being the first language course that I will have ever finished. 😀

Even though I have only been studying Spanish for barely even two weeks, I have slightly surpassed French in the number of Skill Points that I have earned, but I am at Level 4 in both languages; but French is giving me a much harder time than Spanish, which is interesting.

So far I have not failed a Spanish lesson yet and I am doing way better with Spanish than French (even though I have studied/listened to French off & on for several years while I have never really tried studying Spanish during those years), Spanish spelling/conjugation/pronunciation is way more logical/regular/easy for me so far, but I have had to repeat some French lessons three or more times since I am struggling with French spelling/conjugation/pronunciation which seems worse/harder than even English.

Doing Spanish lessons is a bit fun for/to me, but doing French lessons is like fighting in a mixed martial arts match where you barely win and/or lose a lot so it is not really fun since I am fighting just to survive some of the lessons; which is still a bit surprising since French has been my language of choice for years now when it comes to learning another language, I listen to French music often, I have more experience with studying French/hearing it/seeing it/dreaming it/et cetera, but that does not seem to matter much at this time compared to how easy Spanish is for me so far. 😀

Anyway, I highly recommend that you all give Duolingo a try if you are interested in a nice free language course for beginners.

Last night Duolingo was the source of inspiration for my brain it seems and it dominated my thoughts, dreams, and daydreams last night.

Before going to bed I remember thinking that it would be nice to practice some of my language skills in a dream by being able to hear and/or communicate with some dream characters in Spanish and/or French, so I guess I set the intention, and my brain took that intention & adjusted it; and it set out to focus on organizing, studying, practicing, learning mostly Spanish Duolingo style after I went to sleep.

I almost did not dream at all last night, my brain was stuck mostly in a mode/cycle which usually happens unconsciously without you knowing it before/after/between dreams or during various sleep stages, where your brain replays/rewinds/fast-forwards/re-lives/organizes/learns/studies/et cetera memories & other things from your waking life; I sometimes am conscious through some of this, very rarely, and last night was one of those rare times & experiencing this can be over-whelming.

Your brain is doing its own thing mostly and you are sort of trapped in its cycle and the cycle can go on & on & repeat many times, and so it can tire you out a bit since so much is happening so fast.

My brain was repeatedly going over words, phrases, and things that I learned in Duolingo so far in Spanish mostly; it might have went over a few English words, maybe a few Spanish words that I have not even learned yet, maybe a few words from another language, and maybe a few French words.

I would see words, phrases, et cetera; and I would sometimes have to conjugate the verbs, fill in the blanks, say a word or phrase, enter the English translations, enter the Spanish translations of English words or phrases, choose the correct pronouns, choose the correct gender, et cetera.

This went on & on all night whether I was dreaming, thinking, daydreaming, and/or partly awake.

I only remember part of one dream which might have been my only dream, where I was at C Elementary during the day, and the dream was not the focus & it was mostly in the background; and my focus was still practicing/learning/studying Spanish Duolingo style mostly, and I could see an area that was always in my field of vision where I was studying while the dream was still going on.

I was worn out a bit and I wanted to focus on the dream only, but I could not & I was forced to keep practicing Spanish during the entire dream; but I was not practicing with dream characters, I was using the area that was always in my field of vision, and it was a Duolingo style bar/box where all the practicing/studying/learning happened.

So I had to do that and interact with the dream at the same time, which was a bit tiring, and the dream involved me having to have a shootout with police and FBI-like people or something crazy like that; but I had to do that and do Spanish lessons at the same time. 😀

So here is a small example of how the dream experience was, but this is only a small example:

“Yo come el pan.

Yo escribo una carta.

Ella bebe vino.

*Shoots gun*

Ellos beben leche.


Tú bebes agua.

Usted es una niña.

*Take cover*

Nosotros bebemos agua.

*Yells something to a dream character*

Nosotras leen un libro.

*Runs* “

This went on & on during the dream or dreams.

When I was not dreaming, thinking, or daydreaming while studying Spanish; I was partly awake and during these parts my mind was still practicing Spanish mostly, and I would go back to sleep.

I could not stop this cycle of studying and I felt a bit trapped at times, but eventually I woke up enough to get out of the cycle; and I had that weird feeling that I have usually when I have those rare times where I have a hard time waking up and/or getting out of bed.

But I still felt like doing my Duolingo lessons after waking up. 😀

I am not sure how much longer I will continue with French since it is beating me up so much 😀 , and I might focus on Spanish only & try to complete the Spanish course & then move to the French course if I feel like it; but I am not sure, for now I am doing both at the same time.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂


Brad Pitt At A Gas Station

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I remember a few parts of my last dream even though I woke up a few times and went back to sleep and/or partly asleep a few times, but I am not sure how the dream began exactly.

My guess is that my family and I went to a fictional hotel in the beginning of the dream where we probably spent time there until it was time to sleep and then we probably woke up the next morning, and my mom & I probably left to take their automobile to the gas station to get gas while the rest of my family packed up their stuff so that they could leave when we got back from the gas station.

It was during the day probably during the morning when my mom and I drove to the gas station, which was not far away, and it seemed like we were in a fictional version of D.

The gas station was near where the Project Housing on N Street should be it seemed, and no one else was at the gas station at first except for the woman who worked at the gas station who was an attractive woman with light-medium brownish colored skin with shoulder length black colored hair, and she did not speak much English & I am guessing that she was probably from India (Indian) or Pakistan (Pakistani).

I remember looking around the gas station for something to buy, a man came in to pay for his gas & then he left, and then the actor Brad Pitt entered the gas station to my surprise; and at some point we somehow began a conversation.

I am not sure what topics we talked about but I do remember that they were more deep/intellectual type topics, and Mr. Pitt seemed more intellectual than I had expected.

I remember paying for my stuff and trying to communicate with/understand the woman who worked at the gas station, and I guess Mr. Pitt offered me a ride back to the hotel or something because I rode back with him; and my mom left to pick up the rest of my family so that they could go back home.

Mr. Pitt had a car and I remember that one of his daughters, I think, called him on his mobile phone; and so he had a brief conversation with her before we drove away from the gas station.

Then Mr. Pitt and I had a brief conversation as we drove back to the hotel, once we got to the hotel parking lot Mr. Pitt was supposed to go to the airport which was right behind the hotel to prepare to leave, but first he was to meet his agent or someone who worked with/for him.

I remember that we walked behind the hotel to a parking for the airport and we met his agent or whoever, and he was telling Mr. Pitt about where they would be going next/their schedule/various important details/et cetera.

I thanked Mr. Pitt for the ride and said goodbye as they were walking toward the airport, and on my way back to the hotel I saw my former coworker Mr. G and someone else; and so I stopped to greet them.

Mr. G said that they were at work and that they had a new work car that I think was an old police car that still had not been re-painted yet, so it looked like an official police car probably, and he said that I could ride with them & join them on the job; I was not doing anything else and so I said okay, and I got into their new work car and we drove off to go work.

Mr. G was driving too fast and wildly, probably because he thought that no one would stop them thinking that they were police 😀 , and we passed the police station where a police car was about to drive out of the parking lot; and Mr. G ran the stop sign and he was going too fast right in front of the police officer, but the police officer did not stop us. 😀

Mr. G then ran a few other stop signs, he ran a red light or two or three, he did a few rolling stops, and he was driving too fast; but he/we still did not get stopped by the police. 😀

I remember telling Mr. G several times to slow down and stop breaking the traffic laws/driving laws before he got us and/or someone hurt or killed and/or before the police stopped us; but Mr. G told me not to worry about it or something like that, and he continued to calmly drive too fast & wildly. 😀

I sat back hoping to not get killed or hurt and hoping that we would reach the job site soon, the situation was not as bad as it sounds but he was still driving improperly but he seemed to be skilled enough to handle it, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂


The Female Shapeshifting Grizzly Bear / Doll / Being / Entity That Appears When People Are Sleeping?

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Dream 1

I remember part of three dreams from last night, with the first dream taking place in a city like on the video game Saints Row, and I was driving around doing pick up & delivery missions of items & people while getting chased/shot at by gang members I guess.

I would drive fast, dodge attacks, and probably shoot back; it was all fast paced, and I was successfully picking up & delivering the items and people safely; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.


Dream Fragments And False Awakenings

Last night I had a lot of short dreams, and false awakenings where I would think that I was recording or had recorded the dream before the false awakening; and so this caused me to forget all of my dreams mostly.

I still remember that I had a lot of short dreams though, which was interesting, and sometimes I would wake up realizing that I had a false awakening before waking up and sometimes I would think that the false awakening was real; and I would go back to sleep thinking that I had already recorded my dreams.