Yesterday before Super Bowl LI (51) started I did my normal routine and I started preparing a blog post for my staff pick for the film A Patch Of Blue and preparing myself for a complementary post that I will link in that post where I will share an experience that happened to me when I was in Kindergarten that had a great affect/effect on me and my beliefs and thoughts and behaviors et cetera on race and relationships et cetera.
I also started typing my dreams from the night before but I got interrupted by the Super Bowl and various distractions which took up most of my day yesterday, and so I watched the Super Bowl with my parent’s while trying to type my dreams during the commercial breaks while I had a slight headache.
I predicted that the New England Patriots would beat the Atlanta Falcons and win Super Bowl LI (51) by 31 to 28, Microsoft gave a 52.something % prediction that the Patriots would win, and someone (Chase?) from Double Toasted predicted that the Patriots would win 30 to 26.
I predicted that it would be a close game, but even I was not expecting some of the things that happened during that game.
I do not watch much American Football at all and I knew nothing about the Falcons this season (except for watching a Vic Beasley Jr (Victor Beasley Jr.) highlight(s) video on YouTube) but from past Super Bowls that I have watched part of I noticed that the Patriots are vulnerable during the Super Bowl because they are more predictable and they seem to usually not try as hard to win as their opponents, and so that is a time when they can be defeated.
The game started like I had expected with both teams stopping each other from scoring with good defense but I was not expecting the Falcons to figure the Patriots out so early, and I definitely was not expecting them to gain that much of a lead.
Even though I expected the Patriots to win, even I was not sure that they would be able to make history by coming back after getting so far behind, and I definitely was not expecting the first overtime in Super Bowl history.
I think that injuries and tiredness is what wore the Falcons down, and then the Patriots’ consistency and experience and them recovering their morale et cetera allowed them to slowly come back and win this game.
Both teams did a good job in my opinion, even though it seems bad that the Falcons gave up such a huge lead, I still think that they did a good job.
This game broke some records and made history, and both teams did a good job in my opinion.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, I remember walking to the backyard of the house where my uncle CE used to live, and I saw him there.
The backyard was cleaner and it had more grass than it used to, it seemed that he had moved most of the junk, but I noticed a dead bald eagle on the ground so I asked him about it.
He said that he shot and killed it with a pellet gun or BB gun (air gun) because it had been destroying some of his crops, I was shocked because I thought that it was illegal to kill bald eagles and I did not agree with what he did, but I did not say anything.
The next thing that I remember is playing maybe professional American Football outside for a NFL team in the Super Bowl or a playoff game for the Super Bowl, and my team was not a good team and we were expected to lose against the team that we were playing according to the announcers and even my own team did not expect to win. 😀
We seemed to be playing on a field that looked like a larger version of my uncle CE’s backyard, I remember my team having low morale and looking defeated, but things changed when I blocked and intercepted a pass made by the other team’s quarterback.
We were all so shocked that the announcers, my team, the other team, the coaches, the crowd, referees, and I did not even know that I had intercepted the ball at first so I was standing there with the football in my hands about to hand it to the referee when I realized that I could run for a touchdown. 😀
Once we all realized this everyone’s facial expressions changed and I started running for a touchdown as the other team tried to tackle me but I was too far ahead for them to reach me, everyone was going wild and my team’s morale went up and we felt that we might even be able to win, and I got a touchdown.
Later I made another big play and maybe my team was winning or close to catching up, the other team was confused and shocked by what was happening, but my team and the announcers and the crowd were loving it but I can not remember the rest of this part of the dream.
The next part of the dream involved me going to a one-story windowless building that reminded me of the old flea market that used to be near the D Y Ice Cream Factory in the city of D, and I met a fictional former female classmate of mine who I used to be friend’s with who I had not seen in many years.
She looked and acted different now and she looked and acted like a bad attitude version of the actress Aubrey Plaza, she had a small maybe whitish colored dog with her, and a female friend of hers who had whitish colored skin with maybe yellowish colored hair.
I greeted her and we all were going to go inside the building but I stopped to ask her about her dog telling her that maybe I had an allergy or dislike to dogs who smelled badly from poor cleaning, I asked if she would agree to keeping her dog clean or something like that, and she angrily agreed.
We went inside the dimly lit building to maybe watch a sport or something like that but I can not remember, at some point we went to her parent’s house, and this was my first time visiting there in many years since we were kids.
I remembered that her mom had some old partial wood-grain music players and various music albums on old cassettes, 8-tracks, LP records, and more.
There was a certain song that I could not remember by a female music artist whose name I could not remember, I think that the song and voice possibly reminded me of the music artist Sophie B. Hawkins, but I was not even sure in the dream but I knew that I would remember it if I heard the song again.
The house was dimly lit and we went to a large rectangular living room or family room with couches near a hallway that passed behind the couches that led to other parts of the house, carpet, and the music stuff along the back wall and things looked exactly like I had remembered them.
Most of the equipment looked like it was from the 1980s, 1990s, and earlier and things were clean and in good condition.
At some point a short older woman with whitish colored skin with short curly hair entered the room to say something to my fictional former classmate, I did not recognized her but I assumed that this was her mother who now looked much different, and I wondered if she recognized me (probably not).
I thought about some of the old memories that I had, how my former classmate used to look different and she used to be nicer, and how her mom used to let us listen to her music.
Those were some nice memories, I wondered if I would figure out the song that I wanted to hear again, but I woke up as I was thinking.
Dream 2
I did not voice record this dream so I can not remember most of it unfortunately and it is pretty unclear now, but I know that it was realistic and nice at times.
The dream took place during a nice sunny day with a richer yellowish colored sunlight than normal and part of the dream involved my parent’s house and yard, the alley by their yard, and the no longer abandoned house and yard by the alley.
I went to all of those places, including the inside of the no longer abandoned house, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
In another part of the dream I was with my parent’s and we drove out to the country to visit an old place that I had memories of, we had not been to this place in many years, and it seemed to maybe be a fictional version of FB Church that my dad used to be the pastor of.
It was empty and no one else was there but us, I had memories of this place that seemed so real, and being there felt so real and I had those feelings that you get when visiting a place that you have not seen in many years.
The only light inside was the nice sunlight coming from the windows which was nice, my parent’s and I talked about old memories and looked around, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
My favorite part of this dream is also unclear unfortunately, I remember going to a house that probably was almost like the house from the first dream where my fictional former female classmate lived but it was better lit with windows where some sunlight from the outside could come through, and I met a young woman with whitish colored skin with reddish colored hair and her sister who had whitish and maybe yellowish colored skin with long blackish colored hair maybe pinned back with bangs in the front who I thought was a former fictional classmate and/or schoolmate of mine who possibly looked somewhat like Lauren Vogelbaum from HowStuffWorks.
I remember the three of us talking and having a good conversation but I can not remember what we talked about or what happened, and at some point the younger sister left while the older sister and I waited in a bedroom.
I remember the room having nice sunlight coming through the curtains, at some point we were laying on a bed relaxing and talking, and this was very nice.
I remember just laying on my back enjoying the moment when I started to wonder or feel that I might be interested in the older sister, who I thought was a former classmate or schoolmate of mine, and I remember looking at her and wondering if it was just me enjoying the moment or if I really had these feelings but I was confused and not sure.
I was about to just push this thought away as a mistake on my part but then I noticed the older sister looking back at me like she was thinking the same thing, I probably asked her if something was wrong or something like that, and she moved closer to me face-to-face while looking me in the eyes softly.
She smiled and she softly put her hand on my face feeling my skin and then my hair, she responded to my question that everything was good or something like that, and she made some comments about my skin and hair and she probably asked me the same question.
I put my hand on her face softly and then her hair feeling both and I made some comments about them and I answered her question as we looked each other in the eyes softly while smiling, but instead of enjoying this moment further I decided to stop and ask her some questions because I am the cautious type and things were moving so fast and I was confused about my feelings and I was confused about whether she was my former schoolmate or not and I like to know more about people and because I probably felt that maybe something was wrong.
I started asking her basic questions trying to learn about her, one question was how old was she and I think that she said that she was almost nineteen or was nineteen years old but I could not hear or understand what she had said exactly so that was just my guess based on what I thought that I heard, and I was shocked and confused and it made no sense because she looked a lot older and I thought that she was older and she probably looked my age or older.
This made me feel weird because that would definitely make her too young in my opinion to ever consider having a romantic relationship with her because she would still be a kid at that age to me or compared to me, I wondered if I had misunderstood what she said or if she was just lying to make herself sound a lot younger, and so I asked her if she could repeat what she said because I could not understand what she said.
I remember thinking many things as I sat there confused and shocked as I waited for her response, but I woke up before I could hear her answer.
I only somewhat remember part of my last dream from last night and I think that part of the dream involved the character Miss Marple from the television series Agatha Christie’s Marple, which I watched an episode of last night before going to bed, but I can not remember what this part of the dream was about exactly; but maybe Miss Marple was in the dream or I thought about her or she helped start/fund the help/training/whatever center in this dream or her television show was on before the NFL Super Bowl started.
All that I can remember is that during the day I was in a fictional place with my parents and a group of people, we entered a one-story building with several large square-shaped windows along the wall near the entrance, and the building looked a bit like an office/help or support center combined with a boxing gym/exercise gym with its own obstacle course and a television on one of the walls.
Several men and women were using this building as a help/support center it seemed to help people through counseling, teaching, training, and more to help people learn to help themselves in life with many problems including: mental health problems, nutrition/cooking, exercise/fitness, education, cooking, and many other practical things and problems.
My parents went with me to support me on my first visit to this center/whatever as I hoped to get help with my anxiety/depression and other problems in my life and helpful training/experience in various things, and the workers/helpers talked to us and talked to/lectured us on/about some helpful advice.
After the lecture it was time to put some of that advice into action to practice using it in a physical way while getting exercise and practicing various things, we were going to do an obstacle course, and the goal was to do it as quickly as possible; and so the person with the quickest time would win.
The obstacle course involved facing various fears, practicing holding a weapon/taking cover/returning fire/and various other self-defense skills, footwork, speed, endurance, strength, and more; and I asked to go first, as they explained how the obstacle course worked, someone turned the television on American Football and it was the NFL Super Bowl.
The person who was going to do the obstacle course after me was my former female classmate LM, at some point I started the obstacle course taking my time to do things correctly, and I finished with a good time; and then my former classmate LM did the obstacle quickly without doing everything correctly or even trying, they did not penalize her for this to my surprise, and it seemed that she possibly finished the course faster than me.
I did not think that it was fair that people could rush through the course without doing it properly and not be penalized but I reminded myself that the focus was not about competition, but about us practicing/applying/training in skills that we learned that can help us in life while also getting exercise.
Many of us were watching the others do the obstacle course while also watching the Super Bowl, it was a very violent and disturbing match, and there were many fights and illegal things happening causing many penalties to be given and some people got kicked out of the game; but not enough was being done to stop the illegal and dangerous violence.
There were players doing illegal tackles, players hitting people after a play, players taking off their football helmets and hitting people with them, players kicking and stomping other players, players fighting each other, and several times both teams started fighting.
One of the worst moments of violence involved one player doing an illegal helmet-to-helmet tackle against another player, then after the play he took off his helmet and he hit the player that he just illegally tackled while he was on the ground in the head so hard that it knocked off his helmet, then he kicked him in the head while he was on the ground, then their teams started fighting again, and then he did a running kick to the head of the player while he was still down; and then he stomped on his head while he was unconscious on the ground, and it was like watching someone being murdered until some of players from the other team started fighting him.
All this violence was too much for me to watch, I wanted to jump into the television to stop him/it, and I wondered why the referees were doing such a terrible job trying to stop the violence; and I wondered why they did not end the game because it was completely out-of-control, and the referees were not giving enough penalties and they were not kicking enough players out of the game.
I did not want to watch people getting seriously injured for the rest of their lives and having their careers ended, I did not want to see people getting killed and beat to death, I did not want to see players constantly breaking the rules, and so I could no longer even really stand/bear/continue trying to watch this disturbing illegal violence; and it disturbed me so much that I woke up because of it combined with needing to use the bathroom combined with getting too hot because someone turned the heater on.
Last night I remember part of two dreams, with the first dream being the most unclear, and all that I remember is being on/in a fictional version of Eastside that had a beach next to it; and I was with two fictional young men who also lived on Eastside.
They lived at a house with their mom and their stepdad (stepfather) or dad, I am not sure which but I think that he was their stepdad, and they hated him; and I think that he was physically, mentally, and emotionally abusive to them.
A big event and/or several big events was/were about to take place, one of which was an American Football Super Bowl or something like that, I think, that was going to be shown on TV.
I remember that the two young men’s stepdad or dad & their mom came at some point, and an argument took place; after the stepdad or dad left, I remember them telling me about him, and they only had negative things to say about him.
We then went outside by the beach for a positive change in mood/atmosphere/et cetera, and it was nice outside; and I tried to get everyone to relax & have a good time instead of being angry at their step-dad or dad, but I woke up.
Dream 2
My next dream took place during the day in D, at The Park, and I was there with two fictional men playing tennis; and at some point we went searching for tennis balls that we had hit over the fence.
We found several extra tennis balls during our search, but on the way back to our tennis court, we noticed about six large country-type men walking to our tennis court & they were all bigger & taller than us; and so we went to nicely let them know that we were still playing there. (For some reason the man who was supposed to be at the tennis court saving our place/spot, had left to help us find tennis balls.)
The group of country-type men were led by a tall & strong-looking man who looked somewhat like a thinner & taller version of Brock Lesnar & he was the tallest & biggest person at The Park, and I nicely let the leader know that we were still using the court; but the leader and the other country-type men started to get in our faces in a fighting-like way, and they started threatening us.
I calmly tried to explain the situation to them but they were not listening & they were cursing us out, and they were preparing to attack us; but suddenly out-of-no-where my former classmate LT & a group of men from Eastside came & they instantly started to get in the faces of the country-type men & they prepared to defend us.
LT told me that he/they had my/our back/backs and then the group of country-type men no longer had us out-numbered, and they realized that the odds were now in our favor, but they were not going to back down (probably because they were bigger & taller than any of us, even though we had them out-numbered, they were some huge & strong country-type men); but I wanted to keep the peace and avoid a fight.
I kept trying to peacefully deal with the situation and I even offered to share the tennis court with the group of men, but too many people were arguing, and so I had to talk loud enough so that the leader could hear me.
I thought that it would be stupid to fight over a tennis court, and I was even ready to just leave to avoid conflict; and I decided to try one more time to offer to share the tennis court, and so I yelled for everyone to calm down & that I did not want anyone to fight.
I told the leader that we could share the tennis court and that we could even play on teams and/or that we would leave to avoid conflict, the leader paused, and then he agreed to share the tennis court with us; and then I shook his hand & I smiled, and I told everyone that we could all get along peacefully & have fun. 🙂
But I woke up as I was still trying to get everyone in a happy & peaceful mood, before we started to play tennis together.
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