My first two dreams are missing details because I quickly texted a few details of the dreams to myself while in bed and I went back to sleep, and so I only voice recorded my last dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it seemed to take place inside my parent’s house, and it was dark inside the house and I guess all of the curtains were closed so I am not sure what the time of day was but I assume that it was night.
I remember either being in the living room or walking in the living room, there was an unknown woman with light-color skin with long straight brown hair wearing glasses who possibly slightly looked like Jodi Arias sitting on the couch near the back door, and she was watching television and even in the dream I probably did not know who she was or why she was in the living room.
Before I could probably say or do anything The President Of The United States Donald Trump walked into the living room with us wearing relaxed clothing (maybe pajamas), and he sat on the same couch as the woman except he sat on the far left side while she sat on the far right side.
President Trump possibly slid a small table in front of him that you use to eat on while watching television et cetera and maybe he had a drink but I can not remember, and he asked me to get him some food and he pointed to a small refrigerator in the room.
I can not remember what I said but I probably replied asking President Trump a question so I could be sure about what food he wanted and if he wanted it heated up or not, but I guess he misunderstood what I said and he got a bit angry and grumpy with me like a grandfather and he angrily / grumpily said something to me that I can not remember where he probably told me to cut the attitude and get him the food.
President Trump’s response made me a bit annoyed and angry but I reminded myself that he probably misunderstood what I said so this was probably just a misunderstanding, this helped, but I was still a bit angry and I wanted to say something back but I tried to stay calm.
President Trump somewhat reminded me of my grandfather in this moment and so that helped me to avoid arguing back with him, and I opened the refrigerator to get his food and I saw my mom’s tall metal bowl with leftover food in it with her smaller metal bowl flipped over on top of it to cover it.
I probably dipped up a bowl of food for President Trump but I can not remember if I heated it up or not, I just remember giving him his food, and he started to eat while watching television.
I am not sure if President Trump was visiting or why he was there, he had no United States Secret Service agents or anyone else with him, and so it was just the three of us oddly.
I remember glancing at the unknown woman wondering if she was stable and I wondered if she might try to attack President Trump, I am not sure why I thought this, but I assume that there was something about her and / or something she did and / or said that made me think this.
I remember either daydreaming this or I daydreamed this trying to imagine what might happen and how I should respond and it really happened, I am not sure which, either way I remember walking to the kitchen to do or get something while still being suspicious of the unknown woman so I was ready to run back to the living room if I was correct about her being a threat.
I remember hearing the sounds of a struggle in the living room so I ran back to it, I saw the woman holding a pair of scissors trying to stab President Trump who was on the ground on his back trying to stop the woman from stabbing him, and so I stopped the woman and I took the scissors from her (President Trump was not injured as far as I can remember).
The next thing that my text message to myself of my notes for this dream mentioned was that I suddenly thought of and daydreamed about the movie Inception which makes no sense but I am not sure if this happened immediately or at some point after I stopped the woman or if this was another dream, and I remember daydreaming / thinking about how I felt / thought that the characters Arthur and Ariadne should have had a nice sunset scene together before they woke up in the real world at the end of the movie Inception.
I maybe imagined them having a nice moment together talking during a sunset after the scene when they swam to the shore at the end of the movie after their van crashed into the water before waking up, I probably imagined the others waking up first while they stayed in the dream a bit longer together enjoying the sunset and the moment, but I woke up and that is all that I can remember except for one detail where I noticed what looked like a clothes iron burn on the living room carpet near the other couch that had destroyed part of the carpet in the shape of the top of a clothes iron so I noticed an odd detail on the carpet like the character Saito did in the movie Inception.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, I think that my dad had spoken to Mrs. CH (the mother of my former male classmate DH) on this mobile phone, and the next thing that I remember is driving with my father to a fictional house that Mrs. CH lived like maybe my dad was going to her house to get something that she said that he could have and I guess I went along to help him load it on his automobile or something but I can not remember.
I remember us driving up a quiet street with trees and bushes across the street on the left side, and this neighborhood reminded me of the street that my dad’s coworker Mr. R lives on but even quieter.
Mrs. CH did not seem to be home so maybe her house and fence were locked, and maybe my dad wanted to still get inside or something but I can not remember.
I just remember asking my dad if he was sure that this was okay and if he was sure that he did not want to wait for Mrs. CH or try again later, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this confusing dream is that I was possibly in a fictional version of my parent’s house that was on an upper floor of modern building and connected to us was an office and connected to that office I assumed was a government / intelligence agency / law enforcement agency office, and all three sections were separated by a wall and door and the last office had stricter security and it had a male uniformed security guard with light-color skin with medium-length yellow hair with a submachine gun.
I was sitting down on a computer possibly in an area that reminded me of where my female coworker K’s desk should be at The BP Library where we work, there was a push door that was possibly open to my right, and my dad was in that room which was a kitchen and he was sitting down at an island table eating and probably talking to me.
The kitchen probably shared a wall and door with the first office, and you could see into their office because some of the walls were glass and you could see through some of their office into the second office that had the security guard who was patrolling.
I remember checking my email and I noticed an email that seemed to be a work email so I opened it, and the email message looked like someone had copied and pasted their blog’s home page so it was set up like it had posts with titles and images and text.
I started glancing at some of the text and I noticed that I was mentioned in one of the posts, and the post mentioned that John Jr (me) had shared my dream with them and then maybe that night they had a dream that was inspired by my dream and maybe they had a lucid dream.
I remember trying to figure out who this email was from, I assumed that it was from my coworker K because we had talked about dreaming and lucid dreaming once briefly not long ago, and I thought that this was cool that maybe she was starting to blog her dreams too now.
Suddenly I remember hearing a woman calling me and she tells me to try something, I am was not really paying attention because I was trying to read, but she seemed to possibly be in the kitchen like she either opened a door or window or portal and she was partly hanging out of it into the kitchen.
She hands me a spatula with some food on the top of it like she wants me to sample it so I take it and I ate it, I gave my thoughts about the food and I thanked her, and when I turned my head I realized that it was my coworker K.
I told her that I got that work email that she told me about and that I got another email, she smiled and she laughed, and then she said something that I can not remember and she closed the door or window or portal and she was gone before I could reply.
I then possibly heard her say something to me to remind me of something, it sounded like it was in my mind, and then I wondered if she had sent me a message telepathically so maybe she had not really been in the kitchen at all and maybe I wondered if she or someone else had tried to contact me remotely by thought from the real world or the dream world without actually realizing that I was dreaming exactly.
Besides my dad trying to talk to me from the kitchen I also got interrupted by a thin man from the first office who reminded me of a younger skinny version of the actor Robert Downey Jr, he was wearing a strange light-gray / white somewhat see-through maybe partly mesh slightly (very slightly) maybe rabbit costume themed onesie with hood (which possibly had small ears or points on them to go with the slight maybe rabbit or some kind of other non-human animal theme), which is crazy I know and makes no sense and I have never seen anything like that before, but he was wearing it like it was a relaxed dress day or costume party at work or something. 😀
The man walked into our house from the first office and he wanted to tell me something, and he walked me to a different area, and he possibly had a British accent of some kind but I can not remember.
We stood in an area near maybe a large printer / scanner / fax machine in an area that was somewhat like an office version of The BP Library, and he started to tell me some things that he said that he should not be telling me about the second office.
He said that the second office belonged to The Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI), that it was one of their small branches / offices, that they had strict security, that most of the workers were probably gone today for some reason, maybe he wanted to sneak over there and / or had before, and he told me a few other things that he has noticed about the FBI office that he was not supposed to know or share but I can not remember what he told me; I just know that he kept saying that I probably should not be sharing this, but… before sharing details anyway.
The security guard walked over to us with his submachine gun telling us that we were not supposed to be here, he knew the man talking with me, and he probably told him that he was not supposed to be sharing that information about the FBI office because he probably overheard some of our conversation.
The security guard joined our conversation because the two men knew each other and the man talked him down a bit, but I woke up.