Bad Babysitting | A Rooster Teeth-Like Library | A Movie With Jesus And Jean-Claude Van Damme?

Dream 1

This dream involved my parents, a husband and wife with light-color skin, and I talking and looking at video footage of several videos cameras that they had setup in their home.

The husband and wife paid some company or something to babysit their children and to maybe do housework whenever they go somewhere, and as we were looking at the live video footage across several cameras we noticed their daughter who was a toddler with light-color skin walking alone around the house.

The little girl looked like she was chewing on something and no one was watching her, and so I entered the house (which partly looked like my parents house oddly) to see what she was chewing on while her parents called the company to complain about this situation.

The toddler was by the air conditioner in the dining room, I discovered that she was chewing on a battery and I found several batteries in her mouth that I had to remove, but she still wanted to chew on the batteries so I told her no and she started crying.

She was too young to talk yet so I tried to comfort her while I called my mom to let her and the parents know what happened, and that they should probably take their daughter to the hospital to make sure that she did not swallow anything and to make sure that the batteries that she had chewed on did not cause any damage to her mouth et cetera.

But I woke up.

Dream 2

This dream involved me working at a fictional version of The BP Library that was Rooster Teeth-like, I remember hearing a sound that I assumed to be a UPS alarm or something coming from the printer room and / or the IT Department, and so I went to investigate.

Two male managers and / or directors and / or owners and / or whatever with light-color skin walked over to investigate as well, one of them left and the other started to print something, and the sound stopped so it was coming from that printer I assume.

I started talking with him about this and about what he was printing because I saw him scanning his hands with the printer, and he told me that he was making copies of his fingerprints so that he could print them on paper and put maybe pills (probably recreational drugs) on them to give to our coworkers later at a party; but I woke up.

Dream 3

I am not sure if this entire dream was a movie or if it became a movie after the Jesus part of the dream or if this is actually two separate dreams.

At some point in this dream or two dreams Jesus was leading a crowd of people / followers / whoever during the day, many were on horses et cetera but Jesus and some of the others were not, and I was among them I guess.

We entered a nice but ancient style tunnel that water would flow through sometimes so it was dangerous to linger in it, it was dry now but it was expected that we might not be able to cross it in time before the water comes rushing through, and so we hurried through the tunnel.

About halfway or more it seemed that we would not make it in time before the water comes, and so Jesus led us to a door on the left side of the tunnel that led to a room with stadium seating so that he could ask maybe an ancient Eastern European (this was my wild guess in the dream, and I had no idea) goddess (who was probably older than Jesus) if she would allow us to stay here briefly until the water passes.

The assumed goddess probably looked older and probably had light-color skin with maybe gray / white hair, and her proportions were probably wider and taller than a normal human so imagine a less exaggerated version of maybe a character like Yubaba:

Source: IMDb

There were people and / or entities in the stadium seating areas already, the entire room was dimly lit, and Jesus walked over to the assumed goddess who was standing on the sunken area behind maybe a desk or something; and he asked her to allow us brief safe passage / wait in her room until the water passes.

A man with Jesus’s group told Jesus to make sure that the goddess did not see his appearance or she might reject his plea if she did not think that he was a deity from her pantheon, oddly Jesus looked more like Santa Claus now after being told this, and Jesus with his new appearance walked into the crowd in the stadium seating to give a brief speech to win over the crowd while staying in the darkest areas to avoid the goddess from seeing his appearance.

Jesus won over the crowd with his speech, they cheered, and the goddess accepted his plea and we were allowed to wait here until the water passed.

We heard the water moving through the tunnel quickly and we were glad that we had stopped here instead of trying to continue, after the wait this is either part of this dream or a new dream, and if the dream was not already a movie then it was clearly a movie at this point.

It was time to leave, I knew this was a movie being filmed and that I was an extra in the movie basically, as I was walking to leave through the stadium seating area I saw Jean-Claude Van Damme playing a somewhat comedic character who seemed to be maybe a personal trainer wearing maybe a red headband and a sleeveless shirt.

I was just an extra with probably no dialogue, but to my surprise and confusion Jean-Claude Van Damme walked over to me and started talking to me and I had no lines so I had to just go along with it and try not to ruin the scene.

He possibly asked me about my workout routine at some point and I tried to stay in character with my response, we said goodbye and I left to the next area, and when I got to the next area I saw Jean-Claude Van Damme again still in character.

He approached me again and we started talking, and he said something simple that could also be considered deep / insightful depending on your interpretation but I can not remember what was said but it possibly involved him talking about trying to reach his goals through work / helping others while using minimal effort but I can not remember.

I remember being surprised by this because his character was comedic and fitness focused and what he said was simple, but possibly had deeper meaning; but I woke up as I thought about this.

The end,

-John Jr


A Christian Conservative Political Rally (Gathering)?

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, maybe the earlier parts of the dream took place at a fictional college-like area where I possibly saw my former male classmate SS, but I can not remember.

I just remember maybe walking downtown, and there was maybe a Christian conservative political gathering and/or political rally and/or meeting taking place in a fictional version of the area near where the farmer’s market should be.


Diarrhea | Grace Randolph Inside A Walmart-Like Store & Signing Up For Something Military-Like?

I went to bed too late, I woke up too early, feeling like I ate some improperly cooked food that gave me diarrhea.

I also could not remember any of my dreams, and I felt like even a fart would be dangerous.

Not only that, but I could not use the bathroom because several other people were in line to use the bathroom.

I felt that it would take a while before it was my turn to use the bathroom.

So I made the mistake of getting back in bed to wait to use the bathroom while trying to remember my dreams.

I accidentally went to sleep, and all I am going to say about that is that I will not be making that mistake again today.


Inside A School & A Cult Trying To Use Me For A Ritual?

Unfortunately I forgot all of my dreams from last night except for barely part of one dream, and when I woke up this morning I remembered an old animated film called The Adventures Of The American Rabbit:

The dream took place in a fictional place mostly inside a fictional school during a somewhat dark/maybe purplish colored evening, and even the inside of the school was probably somewhat dimly lit/darker and there were probably no windows.


A Special Family Religion And Imogen Heap’s House?

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I only remember part of my last dream, which was an interesting dream, but I forgot most of it when I woke up from the dream accidentally talking out-loud and/or snoring; and so the dream is lacking some context, and many important parts of the dream are missing.

I could be wrong but I think that all the dream took place inside a fictional building/house that I think was one-story tall even though it had a roof that was at least two-stories tall, I can only remember part of the end of the dream, and I remember being in the second part or the middle part of the building/house in a large maybe light grayish colored room that had many twin sized beds.

Before this part of the dream I think that I talked with my former male classmate DH, my former male classmate BH who acted more mischievous like he used to act when we were both in elementary school, and my former male classmate JC who I remember talking to about his dad who died years ago when we were in college and I remember telling him that I was sorry about his dad dying.

The large open room of twin sized beds also had an eating/drinking area on the right side of the room against the wall, it seemed like this part of the building/house was a shelter and there were a variety of people there like maybe a small storm was taking place and/or they just needed somewhere to live, and there were probably other basic areas that I did not see like bathrooms/laundry room/et cetera.

I wish that I could remember more of this dream because I know that a lot more things happened in this dream and I talked to various people and I did various things, and at some point I remember seeing a thin young woman who somewhat reminded me of Zoe Benson from the TV show American Horror Story: Coven on one of the beds who I think had recently broken up with her boyfriend and/or who had recently been abused in one or more ways; and I remember over-hearing conversations between some of her family members and her I think, and at some point I walked over to her to encourage her because she was probably sad.

My words of encouragement seemed to help her and she started smiling but then she started to approach me seductively like she was trying to seduce me, in my opinion she seemed to be trying to get me to have sex with her to help her forget/ignore her pain/bad experiences/et cetera, and I remember slowly backing away as she approached me because it just did not feel/seem right to me.

I could not tell how old she was and so I was not sure if she was even an adult yet and to me she was a young woman who was vulnerable and hurt and who needed help and encouragement, and I only wanted to help her; and so I had no interest in a romantic relationship with her and I politely told her this, but she kept approaching me talking seductively and touching me as I continued to back away resisting her.

Eventually I accidentally fell on a bed and she jumped into my lap trying to have sex with me as I continued to verbally and physically resist her but she would not stop, and so I managed to escape her; and I ran to a room on the left side of the building/house, and this room had the entrance/exit door of the building/house.

This room looked like a larger version of my grandfather’s living room and on the right side of the room was stadium style seating that went up to the tall ceiling, and there were people there about to start a religious-like service for a special religion/whatever that was made by a certain family who seemed to all be sisters who had light-to-medium brownish colored skin and who were slightly over-fat/obese; and the head sister was going to lead the service/whatever.

A man with whitish colored skin wearing a suit and two women with whitish colored skin wearing dress clothing entered the room through the entrance/exit door and I could see that it was night outside and that maybe a storm was happening outside or it was just windy maybe, and all three of them looked/dressed like they were from maybe the 1920s; and one of the women either spoke no English or she could barely speak English because she was from another country and she was pregnant, and she had short blackish colored hair with a 1920s-style hat with part of her hair and/or her hat curled over/near both of her ears.

The other women spoke English normally and she looked angry and she was complaining to the man because she had found out that he had an affair with the woman from another country and he got her pregnant, the man told her that he liked both of them and he wanted to have a relationship with both of them, and he had brought them to the religious/whatever service together hoping that they could help them with this situation and/or another situation.

The three of them were welcomed by the head sister leading the religious service/whatever and they sat down in the stadium style seating with the rest of the crowd and I sat in middle row at the top, and the actress Charlize Theron was sitting in the row in front of me and she had short hair; and then the head sister started the religious service/whatever, and she told the crowd that she sensed conflict/tension/et cetera in the crowd that would interfere with the ritual/service/whatever that they were about to perform for the man and the two women.

The head sister looked at one of her sisters’ in the crowd who looked a bit like her and she told her sister that she was sensing the conflict/tension/et cetera from her, she told her that she needs to deal with it before they start the ritual/service/whatever, and the sister admitted that the head sister was correct; and she told her that she wanted to admit something that was bothering her, and she told the head sister that she was no longer going to support the special religion/whatever of their family because she recently converted back to another religion (probably Christianity) to worship a deity (probably the Christian god).

The head sister and her started arguing about the situation and eventually the sister rebuked the head sister and the special religion/whatever of their family saying negative things about it, and she started saying a prayer (probably a Christian prayer) in another language (probably Latin); and the head sister started to smile and laugh at her sister, and the head sister decided to prove that the special religion/whatever of their family was stronger than her sister’s new religion (probably Christianity).

The head sister told her sister that she was about to show her a sample of the power of the special religion/whatever of their family, and sister said a few words in an unknown language that caused everyone in the room to get temporarily paralyzed causing her sister to instantly stop her prayer; and it hit us almost like a dragon shout from the video game The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim where you could somewhat see and sense it coming at us, and I remember being paralyzed with my hands stretched out in front of me and my feet hanging as I sat in my seat.

My hands and my feet were shaking as my muscles slowly became un-paralyzed and I was one of the last people to become fully un-paraylzed, and people started laughing at me because of how my feet and hands were shaking; and I started laughing as well, it was a strange/interesting feeling getting temporarily paralyzed like that, but I handled it pretty well without much fear or any fear.

The head sister proved that the special religion/whatever of their family was real and stronger but I am not sure what her sister’s response was, maybe they continued arguing but I can not remember, I just remember Charlize Theron turning around looking/smiling/laughing at me about how my hands/feet were still shaking a bit; and Mrs. Theron showed me something she learned from attending services/whatever of the special family religion/whatever, and she started blowing cold and strong air at me from her mouth almost like something Superman would do.

I was amazed/surprised and I tried to do it but I could not, Mrs. Theron smiled/laughed at me and she did it again so that I could see it done again, and then I tried again but I failed again; and so I decided to see if I could stop her from doing it instead, but I could not stop her from doing it and it was too powerful.

I gave up and I started to ask Mrs. Theron how to do that but then everyone got quiet as the music artist Imogen Heap walked into the room from the second/middle room from earlier in the dream wearing pajamas like she had been awakened by the noise that we were making, and it seemed that maybe she owned/lived in this building/house.

She walked into the room talking out-loud to herself and/or us and she heard someone knocking on the entrance/exit door, and so she opened the door to let someone inside and then she closed the door; but then she heard another noise and she was going to open the door, but I told her that I would open it.

I opened the door to look out of the screen door but I saw no one and it was still night outside and maybe there was a storm outside, and so I closed the door; and Imogen Heap turned on a TV that was on the left side of the door, exactly where my grandfather’s TV is in his living room (because this room did look like a larger version of my grandfather’s living room with fictional stadium seating), and on the TV was a BBC-like documentary-like TV program showing a woman in maybe the 1940s who could have been the Queen Of England and/or someone like that.

Imogen Heap walked over in front of where the closed off fireplace is next to a ceiling fan that was on the floor oddly and she turned it on, but the blades stopped spinning like they got stuck on something; and so I started to see if I could fix it, I saw that the ceiling fan was cracked so part of it was stopping the blades from spinning, and so I adjusted this so that the blades could spin and I moved the ceiling fan so that the brick part of the fireplace would hold it in place but the ceiling fan broke apart with the blades still spinning.

Oddly there were napkins over the motor so I could not see it and the blades were still spinning, and I struggled to find the off switch on the motor so that I could turn it off but the ceiling fan broke apart completely and it stopped working; and so I started trying to put it back together and I apologized to Imogen Heap, even though it was not my fault really because it was already cracked and ready to fall apart, and I started explaining what had happened to Imogen Heap but I accidentally woke up in the real world talking out-loud and/or snoring.

The end,

-John Jr