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Getting Magic / Powers From Meridia?

Exploring Elder Scrolls: Meridia – Daedric Prince of Life

This dream was partly inspired by me watching some videos on YouTube about Daedric Princes from The Elder Scrolls video games before going to sleep.

The forgotten parts of this dream possibly involved magic and / or powers, and maybe me and my former male classmate JC got magic / powers from the Daedric Prince (Princess) Meridia after maybe joining her / helping her / becoming her champions / being helped by her / whatever but I can not remember.

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Four Dreams With The Theme Of Confusion

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Dream 1

All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during the day, I was probably at a school with many of my former classmates and others, and at some point I remember us entering a building with an entrance with two layers of glass doors like at a Walmart.

I am not sure if this was part of the school or not, we seemed to be going there for an event of some kind (maybe to have photographs taken or a field trip or an assembly), and there was probably some kind of confusion that I can not remember.

At some point I started walking home so I guess school was over, I remember crossing a slightly fictional version of the neighborhoods near the D Junior High School, and I ended up getting confused and lost.

I walked through streets, alleys, yards, et cetera and some dogs barked and ran at me; and I probably ended up going in circles, and the way that the neighborhoods were arranged confused me.

I was lost and confused and it was getting later and darker, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was on an upper floor of a college dorm or college apartment with my brother GC, we were suitemates or roommates, and we seemed to be trying to move things to our room or suite; but we got confused when we realized that we were moving things between two or more different rooms or suites.

We no longer knew which room or suite was ours so we walked between different rooms and suites trying to figure out which one was ours, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day and several people and I probably went to what looked like a secret military or intelligence agency or private security (mercenary) open (outdoor) prison in maybe a jungle or wilderness to help one or more prisoners escape.

The prison was guarded by soldiers or private security (mercenaries) it seemed based on what they were wearing and because they had assault rifles, but oddly when we arrived they magically were no longer seen so I assumed that some of them were possibly bribed to not be guarding this area at the time or they just happened to not be guarding this area at the time.

We sneaked to the prison cells and we freed one or more prisoners, and then we started trying to sneak away but we got confused and we could not figure out how to leave the prison.

We eventually found an opening in a wall that led somewhere but we were still lost and confused and time was running out before maybe the guards would return, but I woke up.

Dream 4

All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, and I was playing tennis with the professional tennis player Justine Henin at what seemed to be the tennis courts at W Park.

We were playing tennis on the tennis court on the right side, I remember us starting a match for fun, and I lost the first three sets and then I thought that it was time to switch sides so I started moving to switch sides while collecting some of the tennis balls and hitting some of them to Justine so that she would have some of the tennis balls.

But Justine started hitting the tennis balls that I hit to her to the tennis court to the left of us like she was trying to switch courts instead of just switching sides and she even hit one tennis ball from out-of-bounds like she was trying to serve the ball from out-of-bounds, and so I was confused.

I told Justine that I thought we were just switching sides and not switching courts and that I was hitting some of the tennis balls to her so that she could hold on to them so that she would have some, and I asked was that an out-of-bounds serve because that was illegal and it was not time to start back playing yet because neither of us were on a court yet.

Justine did not respond and she kept doing what she was doing as I stood there in confusion, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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Tilda Swinton / Mrs. SF

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I got awakened instantly by my alarm clock but somehow I managed to remember some of my last dream, which took place during the day at an apartment/dorm-like building in a fictional area probably in a city but I could not see the city outside but there were two roads & open fields that I could see, and the road probably led to a main road in the city that was probably like LC; but the dream started inside the building in the usual windowless room with dark/brownish colored carpet, and a woman with medium-dark brownish colored skin with black colored hair was talking with a group of people and I about this special program that we signed up for.

I think that this special program provided some help with housing (the apartment/dorm), education (college), maybe food (cafeteria), some transportation (bus), and we had to get our own job(s) probably; but I can not remember what the woman told us, I just know that I was teamed up with my former classmate TC & probably three unknown women, and we were probably going to be suite-mates sharing an apartment/dorm.

The woman finished talking with us and she went to talk with another group, my suitemates and I talked with each other about how we all were in college now (again) & talked about ourselves, and I remember TC talking about something related to a job; and I told him that I had a job interview today (in real life as well) for a city job.

At some point my three female suite-mates told me that they needed to go to the library to start on their research papers or something like that (TC either did not have one to do or did not want to start his yet), I also had a paper with white colored stickers with text showing what references/resources that I needed for my research paper/whatever, and so we ran to catch the bus before it left; and we ran outside across a parking lot to the road as the bus was leaving & it stopped for us to get on, but the woman or a woman from the special program ran outside to tell us and/or give us something so the bus had to leave without us.

After that the woman and/or another woman from the special program gave us a ride to the library in her car, this woman was my former co-worker Mrs. SF or I thought that it was supposed to be her but this gets confusing later so I am not sure how to make sense of this exactly, and to my surprise the library was in walking distance to our apartment (we made a right on the second road that probably leads to the city and not far up the road on the left was the library); and the library was a one-story warehouse-like building with a nice sized parking lot with a table in front of the entrance with three workers sitting at it who looked like college students who did not care about their jobs & who just wanted money/were tired or high on drugs/or something like that, and my suite-mates & Mrs. SF went inside the library while I stopped at the table for help.

The three workers did not seem approachable and I did not think that they would be helpful but I decided to try anyway, I showed them my paper and I asked them to please point me in the direction where I could find the resources/references needed for my research paper/whatever, and they just stared at me for a moment; and one of them, a woman with whitish colored skin with blond colored hair, finally said something like: “I don’t know! Go inside and find it yourself!”, or something mean like that & so I walked toward the entrance but Mrs. SF came out of the library in a panic.

She said that we had to go now, I asked her why & what had happened & if she was okay, and she said that when she went inside the library that she was reminded of/had a flashback of a very negative event that had happened in her life in the past (not at the library as far as I know); I told her that we just got there and that I had not even went inside yet but I saw the anxiety/panic/fear/sadness/et cetera in her face (I know what it can feel like), so I told her to take a deep breath & relax, and I asked her was there anything/anyone in the library that was there from that past negative event & she answered no so I told her that I would go inside the library with her to help her face what reminded her of the event and/or talk about it with her.

She agreed and we went inside the library but we walked to the right side of the library, which was not part of the main library area & so no one else was around this area, and we walked as she told me about this past negative event; and I noticed that Mrs. SF looked (body shape & height & face & hair et cetera) and sounded (same voice/accent) exactly like the actress Tilda Swinton (with short blond colored hair, closer to how the real Mrs. SF keeps her hair), this confused me and I started accidentally calling her Mrs. Swinton sometimes as we talked but she did not object to being called either name, and this got so confusing that I started saying her name(s) very low so that she could not hear what I said & I tried to make sense of who she was now.

It was like Tilda Swinton was playing the role of Mrs. SF who was already playing the role of a fictional dream character who was a bit different from the real Mrs. SF, if that made any sense 😀 , and so I started to think of her as Mrs. Swinton or Mrs. Swinton/Mrs. SF (like they had fused into one person); I am not sure how or why or when this happened (maybe she was like this the entire dream or maybe she changed at some point), but Mrs. SF does only slightly remind me of Tilda Swinton since she is the only person I know that my brain might associate with Tilda Swinton due to a few facial features & hairstyles & clothing styles that they maybe somewhat have in common.

Unfortunately I can not remember any of the details of the negative past event that Mrs. Swinton/Mrs. SF was telling me, we walked into a break-like room where an old woman with whitish colored skin with shoulder length grayish/whitish colored hair was sitting in a corner on the right side of the room, and we walked into a dark & dimly lit open bathroom that had a hall with a sink & mirror on the left side at the end of the hall and another hall to the right with a toilet behind a corner for privacy since there was no door or stall door; and Mrs. Swinton/Mrs. SF was crying at this point, I did not know what to do really so I patted her on the shoulder with my hand while trying to comfort her with a few words, and then I stood at the entrance of the hall while she went down the other hall to the toilet to get some tissue & cry.

To my surprise the old woman walked toward me and I told her that someone was in the bathroom, but she walked past me to my surprise like she did not care; and I turned around shocked & I followed her, and then the old woman turned out the only light for the bathroom to my surprise.

Mrs. Swinton/Mrs. SF came out of the bathroom still crying a bit and the old woman looked at her/us and said: “It can not be that bad!” , and we looked at her.

Then the old woman said: “I survived The Holocaust!” , while smiling oddly, and so I/we were not sure if she was joking or serious; either way we paused in confusion/shock, speechless, and so the only thing that I could say was: “Wow!”.

We started leaving the room as the old woman followed, she turned off the lights to the break-like room like it was time to close or time for her to go home, and we continued walking to the last area on the right side of the building; and Mrs. Swinton/Mrs. SF continued telling me about that past negative event, she stopped crying & she started to calm down more at this point, and we reached the last area which was a place where people could wash & dry their clothes.

We heard a loud sound that sounded like running water, the old woman went to a sink to turn off the water that someone had left on oddly, and then we heard a baby crying; and we found a newborn baby laying in a clothing basket on the steps near the washing machines & dryers, to our surprise/horror, and we told the old woman to call emergency services.

Mrs. Swinton/Mrs. SF’s mood changed completely to a positive mood when she picked up the baby, I stood back watching this magical moment as she looked at the baby like it reminded her of her daughter/children when they were born, and she looked very happy & she smiled as she held the baby; and I smiled and made a few positives comments about how the baby seemed to like her since it stopped crying when she picked the baby up.

I could feel the positive mood/energy coming from her and I stood back letting her enjoy the moment, while I thought about the situation as we waited for emergency services to arrive, and I predicted that the mother possibly had the baby here where it was quiet & abandoned the baby because she did not want it and did not want anyone to know that she had a baby for whatever reason(s) & ran/turned on the water in the sink hoping that someone would come to turn it off & would see and/or hear the baby.

I was glad that the mother at least had enough sense to do something to help make it easier to discover her baby before it died but I disagreed with what she did and how she did it, and I hoped that the baby would survive.

While I was watching the magical/positive moment between Mrs. Swinton/Mrs. SF and the baby, I got awakened instantly by my alarm clock in the real world.

The end,

-John Jr