Fox Mulder Has Bipolar Disorder?

I am not sure if this is one transitioning dream or several dreams, and so I will type them separately.

Dream 1

This dream took place outside during the day and I was inside the yard of my parents near the back of the house and the side near the sheds, my dad was in this area too, and my brother TDC or KDC was walking back and forth on the street that The E House is on between several houses and The E House.


A Long Standoff With Hidden Gunmen

Source: Wikimedia Commons

This dream seemed to be inspired by a dream post by Lost Truth (Moment) called: Terrifying Dream In Full Blown Darkness.

I call these type of dreams quicksand-like dreams because it is almost like you are being trapped in the real world and the dream world, these dreams can leave you feeling drained and trapped in the dream world and real world, they can repeat or keep continuing as you wake up and go back to sleep in the dream and / or in the real world.

I had more dreams but now I only remember part of my last dream which was a dream that I woke up from several times feeling drained and trapped in the real world and the dream world, and I kept going back to sleep into this dream world continuing where I left off in the dream which probably helped me forget my other dreams.

All that I can remember of this continuing quicksand-like dream is that it took place inside a large one-story Walmart / warehouse / library-like building, and I was there with other people including a male library patron with light-color skin with short brown / maybe slightly orange and yellow hair who probably chews tobacco and who often comes to The BP Library with his mom.

We were in a large mostly open room that was Walmart-like and warehouse-like and library-like, and I was standing by shelves near the library-like area, and the middle of the room had a lot of empty space and the ceiling was tall.

The section that I was in was on the right middle side, near the back left side was an opening to another part of the building, and to the left of my section at the back in the middle was an opening to an empty warehouse-like room that had another opening that led down narrow areas that probably led to the exit at the back of the building.

At some point an unknown thin man who was possibly wearing a jacket and maybe a hat pulled out a pistol among the crowd, and he seemed to be pointing his pistol at me and focusing on me and headed toward me.

I yelled to let the others know and I pulled out my mobile phone still in its holster and I pretended that it was a pistol, and I pointed it at the gunman yelling for him to stop and put down the gun as I took cover behind a shelf.

The gunman took cover in the crowd and the chaos as people ran, screamed, hid, et cetera.

The male library patron I recognized pulled out a real pistol and I let him know that I was really only holding my mobile phone, and I tried to get us to work together against the gunman.

The crowd ended up splitting into two groups with my group staying closer to the warehouse-like room and the other group standing closer to the other side, and the gunman kept hiding among the crowd with us only briefly getting glances at each other and pointing our weapons and my fake weapon at each other.

Things became a standoff, with us not knowing who the gunman was or how many there were, and during our standoff there were a few others with guns.

The dream became long and draining like days had passed and people became tired and delirious, including me because we could not sleep or eat or drink, and so we could only sit on the floor sometimes.

I was worried about us getting flanked by the gunmen, I am not sure if any shots were fired, but one or more gunmen possibly sneaked into from the back exit in our area and maybe some sneaked in from the front entrance near the other area and I remember us pointing weapons and my fake weapon at each other but they possibly hid among the crowds eventually.

I wanted to secure the entrances and exits of the building but I was afraid that the gunmen would flank us if even one of us tried to do this, and I did not have a real weapon.

I wanted to at least secure the back entrance near the warehouse room where I was, but I was too cautious and worried about my side getting flanked and taken over so I continued to wait and try to stay alert even though I was tried and drained and delirious.

When I would wake up briefly I felt tired and drained and trapped in bed, and I would go back to sleep continuing the dream feeling the same way.

This was annoying, and it seemed that the gunmen were trying to wear us down and make us paranoid et cetera and it was working.

I did what I could to keep my side from turning on each other and dropping their guard or doing something stupid, but it was not easy.

If we kept this up the gunmen and any more that might sneak in would probably win, and so we were in a bad situation.

I do not like taking risks usually but it seemed that I would have to, having me try to secure the exit at least with my mobile phone as a fake gun was a risk that we could take, because if I died then at least we would not lose a real gun.

So I was close to risking my life to secure the exit, but I tried to think up a larger plan that would also reduce risks for everyone.

But I woke up for good finally at some point, and I had to exercise to break out of the drained feeling.

The end,

-John Jr


Deadpool In Prison?

Ryan Reynolds and Ed Skrein in Deadpool (2016)
Titles: Deadpool
People: Ryan Reynolds, Ed Skrein
Source: IMDb

*Lazy notes of this dream from my mobile phone*

The dream takes place in a prison it seems, and Deadpool seems to be there voluntarily (not trying to escape).

Deadpool has a nice prison cell with maybe a gold door, there are attractive barely clothed women in his prison cell with him, and it seems like he runs this prison basically even though he is a prisoner.


Talking To Abraham Ford

Source: Wikipedia

Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream is that the dream took place inside a windowless school or college-like building where maybe I was a student along with other students, and I remember the halls and rooms in this building being pretty small and narrow.

This dream probably took place over several days because I remember walking around through the halls and through rooms, and then maybe walking down a hall past some offices to leave the building each day.

These offices were owned by Cat Grant (played by the actress Calista Flockhart) from the television series Supergirl, and the offices were part of her company (CatCo).

Somehow Cat Grant and I started dating, so I remember us walking and talking and spending some time together each day, and I would probably visit her office each day.

I got to meet her adult son (Adam Foster) and sometimes she would have a woman following her around, probably her personal assistant (maybe Kara Danvers), and maybe Cat gave me a job or was going to give me a job and/or I was not going to need a job anymore but I can not remember; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, maybe one or more major disasters (possibly worldwide) happened (natural and unnatural, maybe weather and/or social collapse and/or zombies), and I remember being with a random group of people trying to survive.

At some point after traveling and probably defending ourselves I remember us seeking shelter in a fictional building that seemed to be in the unfenced parts of the yard of our neighbor Mr. RD, and I remember part of this building having many beds.

At some point two large factions in our group started to unofficially form, I was not part of either, and eventually an argument started between the two growing factions in an indoor and outdoor area.

The argument started between a man who looked somewhat like the actor Dave Franco and an older man who was probably the leader of the other faction, the argument became intense and physical, and guns were drawn leading to a standoff.

Two women with whitish colored skin who seemed to be bodyguards or police for the other faction leader pointed their guns at the man who looked like Dave Franco, and they disarmed him and they held him at gunpoint on his knees with his hands behind his back; but members of his group pointed guns at the two women in his defense.

Slowly other people in the crowd started to choose a side and point their guns as well, so I stood there watching as people who were not part of a faction like me, started to choose a faction to side with; but I continued watching wondering which faction would win.

I wanted us all to work together as one group and I felt that this was stupid and that it would probably lead to half of our group killing each other, and this would decrease our chances of survival.

I stood there looking around at this intense standoff wondering if everyone would start killing each other soon over nothing, there was one man among the crowd who I felt would decide who would win, and this man was a larger and taller and more muscular and tougher and more dangerous version of the character Abraham Ford (played by the actor Michael Cudlitz) from the television series The Walking Dead.

Abraham Ford was possibly the most experienced and well-trained person in our group and he was a military veteran, like me he was not a member of either faction, and so he was standing there watching the standoff with a super intense facial expression that was so intense that the best way that I can describe it is by this image of his character from the comic books (which I have never read):

Source: Wikipedia

If only you could have seen how intense Abraham’s facial expression was, it was scary, and I felt that if he chose a faction then that faction would win the battle; and so I watched him intensely wondering which faction, if any, would he join.

I knew that I did not want to be opposing Abraham, I felt that he was an important asset to the group and I wanted to learn and train under him, and so I decided to walk over to talk to him to see what he was going to do.

We started to talk and I remember us walking and talking down the street, I am not sure if the standoff ended or what happened exactly, but it seemed that neither of us wanted to join a faction and we both felt that we all should work together; and so we were not going to take part in any in-group fighting.

Abraham was normally quiet and kept to himself, the strong silent type, and he even had his own area in the corner of the sleeping area where there were several empty beds near his.

As we walked up the street talking I remember telling him about how I felt that he was an important member of our group, and I asked him a question about emotions and memories and how he deals with them.

I noticed that he seemed to be hiding a lot of anger and rage and hate and violence and sadness and bad memories inside, he answered my question but I can not remember what he said exactly, but it probably was something you just try to live one day at-a-time or something like that.

I remember this being a very emotional moment as we both opened up and shared some personal things, I remember almost crying and my voice breaking up, and so I had to take a deep breath to stop myself from crying so I could share something personal about my life and about myself; but I can not remember what either of us shared, I know that it was about memories, and some of our mental and emotional problems or struggles.

As we approached a field I remember Abraham telling me that there were some empty beds near his sleeping area that were available if I wanted to use one because no one else was using them, it was a sign of friendship and trust, and I thanked him.

I asked Abraham if he would teach and train me in some of the things that he learned in the military and in life involving hand-to-hand combat, mêlée combat, ranged combat, survival, tactics, and more because I wanted to learn all that I could to help myself and others survive.

He smiled and laughed and joked that he guess that he still had some steam left or something like that, and he agreed that he would try to teach and train me; and I thanked him, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


My Brother CC Gets Married | Another Dominion Inspired Dream With A School Standoff

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Source: Wikimedia Commons

Yesterday evening I got a surprise text message from my brother CC saying that him and his girlfriend JH were going to get married today, I did not even know that they were even engaged to be married yet, and when I woke up this morning I was surprised again to learn that the wedding by justice of the peace was about to take place; and so I did not even have time to eat breakfast or to type my dream or to even wake up completely.

We drove out further than expected to the wedding site and it was a quick wedding and I (the oldest brother) was given the honor of being one of the witnesses to sign the marriage document/form/whatever, though I think that one parent from each family should have been chosen instead but I do consider it an honor to have been chosen, and so now my brother CC is married and his wife is now JC and now I have a sister-in-law.

All of this happened so fast and unexpected and I am not even ready or sure how this all works, I have not put much thought into the idea of one of my brothers getting married so soon, and tonight/this evening we all will have dinner; and then in a few days my brother CC leaves again to continue his military training, and once he gets back there may/might be a church/religious wedding as well.


I somewhat remember part of my last dream from last night that was once again a dream that was inspired by the Syfy TV show Dominion, and once again there were angels in this dream; and one or more angels joined the Archangel Michael and the humans in their fight against the Archangel Gabriel and the angels and the angel possessed humans with him.

I was with a group of people during the day who maybe were helping the humans and the Archangel Michael because I remember us fighting some angels and/or angel possessed humans and maybe even some bandits/humans who attacked us, and we had a shootout with a group of probably humans.

We killed all of them except for one man with maybe dark brownish colored skin who ran to a shopping center-like area that was somewhat like the shopping center by W Park in the city of D, and we had a standoff with the man as we probably tried to get him to surrender to be arrested I guess.

The man ran into one of the buildings with his pistol and we chased him inside but he walked into an elementary classroom where a female teacher with whitish colored skin with yellowish colored hair was teaching a classroom of kids, and the man and my group and I hid our weapons so that the kids/students and their teacher could not see them.

The man sat in an empty desk, we tried to talk him into coming out of the building with us but he wanted to attend the class, and he acted like he was a bit mentally unstable and/or mentally handicapped and/or like he regressed back to his childhood somewhat; and so the standoff continued with us sitting down in empty desks pretending to be students hoping to end the standoff peacefully.

Oddly the teacher welcomed us like we were students and we sat in her class, she seemed to be a good teacher and she was nice, and most of the dream was pretty realistic with us participating in her class as she taught us and gave us assignments.

I started to remember memories from when I was in elementary school, like back in 3rd grade/et cetera, and I started to wonder if I had seen this teacher before back then; but we also watched the man closely making sure that he did not harm anyone.

One of the assignments that the teacher gave us was an assignment where we had to write at least ten songs and the music artists who made them, we were supposed to write the first songs/music artists names that/who came to our minds, and I remember getting a piece of paper that had something written on it that I could read and a pencil that someone let me use (probably a kid/student).

I was the last person to start and this was a timed assignment so I did not have much time to write, I remember writing several songs by the French music artist Pauline Croze, and the teacher looked at my paper asking me who she was because she had never heard of her before; and so I told her a bit about Pauline Croze and her music, about several other music artists who I was going to add, and we talked about some other things.

At some point I was the last person to turn in my paper, I did not have time to write enough names, and I remember really enjoying this class and the assignments; and finally the man left the classroom with us after we thanked the teacher and said goodbye to the kids/students.

We went outside and we disarmed the man and we started arrested him/maybe, but there was an angel fight that took place in the sky above us as maybe the Archangel Michael fought another angel; and at some point I guess we took the man to the city of Vega, and then my group and I met with the Archangel Michael in his tower like maybe we were in the Archangel Corps.

The Archangel Michael introduced us to a male angel friend of his who recently joined him (no one else in the city of Vega knew about this yet except for us) and he wanted us to ride/fly with/on him on a secret mission somewhere, and so we held on to the angel as he flew us out of the city; but the city’s automated defense system shot at him/us because they did not know that the angel was on our side, and one of his wings got shot and caught on fire.

We had to make an emergency landing outside the gates of the city of Vega, we probably put the fire out on his wing and it probably started to heal, and then we started walking or running to avoid the military from seeing/finding us because we were on a secret mission.

I remember the angel making some jokes about getting shot at and about getting shot and having his wing caught on fire, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr