An Extraordinary Bad Day | My Cousin ME | New WordPress Anti-Spam Technologies | Stopping Some Gunmen

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I had a variety of dreams that I remembered but I did not record most of them, and so now I can only barely remember part of several dreams.

Dream 1

This dream was inspired by the short film Quelqu’un D’extraordinaire (2013) that I watched before going to sleep.

This dream involved a woman having a bad day, and her bad day was continued as a bad day inside a dream / nightmare that was like a movie inside a dream; and so in a way this was a dream within a dream about a woman having a dream / nightmare where her bad day continued into the dream world in a movie form.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

I remembered more of this dream, but I forgot most of it before I could record it.

The dream possibly partly took place inside a shopping mall but I am not sure, I possibly walked around and went to a variety of places, like maybe a buffet and / or restaurant where I possibly ate but I am not sure.

At some point I saw my male cousin ME, we greeted each other, had a conversation, and maybe I asked him to join me to help me with something and / or we just hung out and went around to various places but I can not remember now.

That is all that I can remember now even though I know that there was more to this dream.

Dream 3

This dream involved WordPress.com / WordPress releasing some new anti-spam technologies to fight spam comments / messages / et cetera to work with their current anti-spam technology Akismet, and so I was looking at the settings et cetera for these new anti-spam technologies trying to figure out how they work and what the settings did et cetera.

Each anti-spam technology had a different focus on what it looked for in regards to being suspicious like: anti-malware, anti-grayware, and various other things it focused on to identify suspicious comments / messages / et cetera.

But that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 4

This dream took place during maybe the evening, and I was riding in a fictional car with my parents.

As we were passing a fictional small grocery store or general store we noticed a man with light-color skin who seemed to be threatening another man with light-color skin who seemed to be an employee of the store, it seemed that the store was probably being robbed, and like the employee was about to be taken hostage and / or killed or something so we parked not far away so that me and my dad could try to help.

I wanted my dad to park the car where my mom would be at a safe distance with cover, but my dad parked quickly where she would still be partly exposed unfortunately; but we did not have time to fix this so I told my mom to stay in the car and to hide and take cover if necessary, and then me and my dad had to pull out our pistols (that we had on us for some unknown reason) and we ran for cover to help the employee.

There were several gunmen outside the store, me and my dad took cover behind pillars / support beams for the building, and a shootout began between us and the gunmen.

I moved from cover to cover shooting and killing the gunmen by flanking them, I did not want my dad to get shot, and so I took all the risks until I killed all the gunmen outside.

The employee outside was probably alive, I was not sure if there were more gunmen inside or not, and so I told my dad to stay outside and to maybe return to my mom and to keep his gun out-of-view so that the police do not shoot him by mistake.

I then cautiously opened the entrance door and I yelled for the employees inside to let me know if there were anymore gunmen inside, I let them know that I was a friendly, and then I waited for a response.

Going in alone was dangerous, but it was better me taking the risk alone than my dad going with me and possibly getting shot.

I probably did not get a response yet so I assumed that there were more gunmen inside, I paused to try again and to decide what to do, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

A Literal Spambot?

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Dream 1

This dream possibly took place during the Olympics, either when it was going on still or actually at the Olympics, and the dream took place during the day.

I had bought something from China (possibly government-owned) or from a Chinese company, I had one or more problems with the item, and so I had reported / complained about the problem online.

Killing In Self-Defense And Destroying The Evidence And Talking To Military Recruiter DJ

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I barely remember part of the end of one dream from last night, and I forgot most of this dream and my other dreams after getting caught in a quicksand-like cycle of sleeping/dreaming/daydreaming/awaking that happened after the only dream that I remember part of from last night.

In this quicksand-like cycle at the end I kept dreaming, daydreaming, and thinking that I was on my brother GC’s computer & that I accidentally kept sending an incomplete / error-filled / spam-looking message on a contact form on someone’s website that seemed like a spam message because my message was incomplete/error-filled; and I accidentally kept sending the message with my brother GC’s email address in the from section because his email address would always automatically be shown in the from section because he was logged in with his account.

I kept trying to send another message to let the person know that my first message was a mistake & to send it with my email address in the from section, but I would mess up again making the same mistakes accidentally; and this cycle would repeat over & over, and sometimes I would wake up partly thinking that this really happened; but then I would go back to sleep, and the cycle would continue.

Before this quicksand-like cycle I remember part of the end of one dream where I was at my grandfather’s house it seemed, before this part in the dream something happened earlier in the dream somewhere else where someone tried to kill me (probably someone I knew who followed me to an isolated area  to kill me & who I tried to talk to get them to stop trying to kill me, but they would not stop trying to kill me) & I killed them in self-defense which was very unfortunate, and this bothered me but I felt that the police would not believe me so I called my parent’s telling them to come meet me & when they arrived I told them about what happened to get their opinion(s).

They agreed with me that they were afraid that the police would not believe me (the person who I killed in self-defense must have had police/government/corporate/high-level connections maybe or something because we felt that almost no one would believe that I killed them in self-defense I guess), and so we decided to get rid of the dead body (corpse); and we probably destroyed as much of the dead body as we could, cleaned up the area where the death happened the best that we could, and we probably hid/threw away what was left of the dead body if there was much left.

We then agreed not to talk about it with anyone else and not to talk about it at all to prevent anyone from learning about what happened, even though I had only defended myself, and I did not like this at all; but I/we felt that no one would believe me if we told the police, and so we did what we did because of that.

Later in the dream I went to my grandfather’s house or what looked like it but I am not sure why I went there & my memory is too unclear, I just remember coming across my former classmate DJ (who joined the military in real life before or after we graduated from high school years ago) & several other people who were at the house, and I remember asking DJ if he would talk with me about the military because in this dream he was either a military recruiter or had been one.

I was thinking about possible job/career options, and I just wanted to get some more information about the military as I consider my options; and so I made this clear to DJ, and we went into what is supposed to be my grandfather’s bedroom to talk about the military but I woke up as DJ talked with me about the military.

The end,

-John Jr