The Shinsengumi (新選組 or 新撰組, ‘newly selected corps’) were a special police force of the Bakumatsu. Himura Kenshin, known as the legendary hitokiri of the Meiji Revolution, Himura Battōsai was feared by all and once faced by Shinsengumi at the ending of Meiji Restoration.
I forgot most of my dreams from last night except for part of one dream, I remember part of the middle until the end of the dream, and I think that it started in a slightly fictional version of D during the day.
At some point in the dream I think that my mom drove several of my brothers & I to W Park in one of my parent’s automobiles, we went to the entrance by the tank, but there was a fictional bridge that you had to cross that was mostly meant for walking because it was a rope/chain-like bridge with wood that moved as you crossed it; but you could cross it with an automobile if you were careful, and so my mom drove across the bridge.
The drive across the bridge was a bit scary but we made it across without dying, we spent some time at the park but I can not remember the details, and we left at some point; and there was a time jump in the dream where I drove to W Park again through this same entrance with my former classmate AK & the actress Gillian Anderson in my automobile during the day, and we spent some time at the park.
My former classmate AK & Mrs. Anderson started filming a comedic skit while we were at the park, it seemed that maybe they had a video channel where they would upload their comedy skits, and the comedy skit(s) involved AK being the cameraman while Mrs. Anderson played the role of a news reporter reporting a fake news story I think; and the fake news stories would be comedic & Mrs. Anderson would do minor comedic things while reporting the fake news stories, and Mrs. Anderson would also play the role of another news reporter who looked the same as her other character except that she would change the color of her shirt or jacket (this was done to make it obvious that both reporters were the same person, so this was meant to be comedic).
The comedy skits were short and they would upload the videos online probably when they finished, and they would probably upload bloopers from the filming of each comedy skit; and in the dream there were back-to-back time jumps showing us driving to W Park over the bridge on different days in different automobiles, and each time they would film more comedy skits & this went on & on several times over several different days.
At some point while we or some other people were at W Park, we decided to go through an opening in the woods to a new area, and this took us to a different place like a portal to another dream world but you could not see a portal; and there was a field where an old American football match was taking place that was in old style color like from the 1960s or some time period like that, and people were standing on the sides of the field because there were no stands/stadium.
One of the teams had mostly people with brownish colored skin while the other team had mostly players with whitish colored skin, some players had old style football one-bar/whatever helmets while some players had paper/fabric/leather helmets & some players had no helmets & some or most of the players had little to no pads, and the people with me & I walked along the sides of the field on our way to another location to explore while watching the football match as we walked by.
At some point while we were near the end of the field near another open in the woods, the team with players with mostly brownish colored skin had the ball near the touchdown zone & they did a running play using a small skinny running-back with no pads or helmet who looked like Taco Bennett from the TV show Loiter Squad, and he was about to get a touchdown but a player from the other team who looked slightly like a combination of Dan Marino /my former baseball coach Mr. M/my former classmate AM/& someone else double-drop kicked the running-back in the face with football cleats.
I was shocked and angered by this, and I ran on the field to see if the running-back was okay & to tell the referees that was not allowed & to face the player who kicked him in the face; and the referees acted like they were not going to do anything, the player who kicked him & his team were acting racist & like they wanted to kill someone, and so I continued protesting what had I happened & this caused a big situation.
Fans of both teams started to act like they were going to fight, both teams started to act like they were going to fight, and I almost got in a fight with the player who kicked the running-back; but I decided to start walking away to avoid violence, and I guess the referees decided to stop the match to avoid a huge fight/riot & so everyone started to walk away toward the opening in the woods.
This opening in the woods took us to another area like it was a portal, like the first opening in the woods, and this dream world took place in an older time period where we were in a caravan of many wagons/whatever; and some or a lot of the people had mêlée weapons (swords, spears, axes, sticks, et cetera) instead of guns.
There was a dangerous group of men in a caravan group near us who reminded me of the football team with players who mostly had whitish colored skin & one of them even looked like the player who kicked the running-back in the face, and they were threatening/attacking/robbing/et cetera people in other caravans & they even threatened my caravan.
I tried to avoid violence, especially since they had more people who looked & acted more dangerous & who had more weapons than my caravan, and at some point all the caravans stopped in one area slightly on a hill to take a break or to camp; and so the dangerous caravan decided to come to attack/kill my caravan now that we stopped, and so I told my caravan to leave while I fought/distracted them & I had a one-handed sword.
I wanted my caravan to go back through the opening in the woods to reach the football field and then cross the other opening in the woods to reach W Park to avoid them being killed, I was not sure if I would live or die, but I wanted to protect them & stop this dangerous caravan; and so they started leaving while I distracted the dangerous caravan, and I waited until they were far enough away to start my fight against the dangerous caravan.
I decided to fight using a freestyle fencing-like sword fighting style inspired by Syrio Forel from the TV show Game Of Thrones, who is a master sword fighter & teacher of the Water Dance swordfighting style, and several of the men from the dangerous caravan attacked me with mêlée weapons; but I easily defeated them using the speed, grace, footwork, dodges, counters, et cetera of the fencing/Water Dance-like style.
I fought several waves of them until I defeated most of them, and then their second best fighter fought me one-on-one; and he was the man who looked like the football player who had kicked the running-back in the face, and who I saw terrorizing other caravans & so I looked forward to defeating him in front of his caravan.
We both probably exchanged words/taunts/et cetera, I probably used some Syrio Forel inspired quotes during our fight, and I embarrassed him during our fight; and I defeated him in front of his caravan, but then the real leader of their caravan stepped forward to fight me & he acted over-confident.
To my surprise he did not look or act like the rest of his caravan who mostly had whitish colored skin & who acted like dangerous/racist killers/criminals, he had brownish colored skin & he wore a lot of jewelry with hardly any clothes in an ancient Egyptian/Persian-like style, and he reminded me of King Xerxes I Of Persia from the film 300 except that he was of average height & he had a normal voice & something about him seemed a bit feminine even though he acted macho & he seemed like he was from a royal family.
I guessed that he was probably good at mêlée combat but terrible at hand-to-hand combat, so my plan was to be defensive while slowly testing his weaknesses & strengths until I could find an opening to disarm him & fight him using my grappling skills, but I was not sure if I would live or die; and so I got very serious & focused at this point as I prepared myself & my strategy/plan.
Their leader acted super confident ordering his men to back up & to not interfere with the fight, he bragged about himself, and he taunted me (I felt that he was pretending to be tougher than he really was, but I still did not under-estimate him); and he picked up or was handed a strange double-sided weapon that looked like a metal curtain rod with a curved spearhead on both sides, a double-sided curved spear-like weapons basically, and I saw another weapon like that leaning against one of their wagons/whatever & so I picked it up.
I tested the weapon in one hand & then I decided to use two-hands for it while still holding my sword in my right hand, so that I could block and/or attack with it as well when necessary, and then I got into my fighting stance still serious/focused & ready to follow my strategy/plan until the end & the fight started.
As planned I fought defensively never using an attack that would leave me unable to block or counter, I fought slowly to test his strengths & weaknesses & to keep the pacing slow at first so that I could speed it up when necessary to throw him off-balance, and as expected he was pretty good at mêlée combat; and at first he was winning as expected because I was barely trying, and I was only testing him.
He was good enough to where he almost got me a few times during my testing part of the fight so I had to start trying harder to avoid losing, slowly the fight became even as I slowly continued trying harder, and then eventually I started winning; and it was a good fight, but then I finally saw a weakness that I could exploit & I did an attack with the strange weapon forcing him to block & to knock my strange weapon from my hands & I knocked his strange weapon from his hands with my sword causing him to stumble.
I then got in close to grapple him & do some clinch strikes, he went from acting confident to acting afraid & defeated & cowardly, and he even begged me not to kill him quietly where his men could not hear as I went to put him in a finishing choke hold; and then I locked in the choke hold hard, and I told him to tap out unless he wanted me to choke him unconscious and/or kill him in front of his men & so he quickly tapped out/gave up.
His men started to move toward me to attack me but he ordered them back, and he walked me to the side to talk alone where his men could not hear; and then he revealed the truth to me, well I believed him at least.
He said that he was never much of a fighter but he was good at mêlée fighting from training that he received growing up as a member of a royal family, he enjoyed the arts (music, theater, painting, drawing, sculpting, dancing, et cetera), he had become the leader of the dangerous caravan by defeating their original leader (probably the man who looked like the football player who kicked the running-back) because he wanted to do an experiment in his quest to make the world better by seeing if he could slowly turn this dangerous caravan into a group that helps people instead of hurt people & he hoped to get them to enjoy the arts, and so he had to act like a tough guy until he could slowly change the dangerous caravan over time.
I told him that sounded positive but like a long & dangerous experiment, I asked him if he wanted to follow me back to my caravan because I was afraid that me defeating him would put him in danger because some of his men might try to challenge him but he told me not to worry because he still was the best mêlée fighter of the group & so they would follow his lead, and then he told me that I was a good fighter; and he told me that if we ever meet again that he hoped that I would help him improve his hand-to-hand combat skills because he is not good at that, and I told him that maybe I would if we did meet again.
He was a cool guy it seemed and I enjoyed talking with him, it was a good fight until the hand-to-hand combat part at least, and I wished him the best; and I said goodbye, I walked off to catch up with my caravan, but I woke up.
I remember part of several dreams from last night with the first dream involving me walking to a small probably fictional town that might have been in Canada or somewhere in Europe, for some reason I feel like it was supposed to be Canada maybe, and it was a nice sunny day with the sunlight & the colors of the dream looking like I was in the past (how some of the people dressed & looked in the dream made me feel like this was probably during the 1990s, and the year 1993 was clearly written in several places).
This small town might have been a small fake town/film set/tourist area or a place where people re-enact a certain time period/era like the Renaissance Era, either way it was very small, and I think that you had to walk to it.
I saw people walking around and I saw some people having fake swordfighting matches while other people watched, and they were using old small metal pots/pans with probably plastic handles as shields; but they were holding them by the handles which looked weird and did not offer much protection really.
I noticed that the pots did each have a hole in the middle of them which could be used to tie a strap on the pots that could be used to hold the pots like a real shield.
In the small crowd of people watching the fake sword fighting I saw the actor Johnny Depp, who might have been there with a woman who was fake sword fighting at the time that I recognized Mr. Depp in the crowd, and he seemed to be quietly enjoying himself like he was daydreaming/thinking or being reminded of old memories/having a revery.
I was surprised to see a celebrity in a small place like this and I greeted Mr. Depp by saying something like this: “Mr. Johnny Depp, who would have thought there would be a celebrity in a place like this.”.
Mr. Depp said a few things and I started telling him about how the fake sword fighters were holding the pots/shields oddly and I told him about my strap idea for the pots, I noticed that some of the unused pots on the ground already had leather straps, but most of them did not; I forgot to mention that it seemed that anyone could join in and have a fake sword fight.
To me this small town was a place that Mr. Depp visited sometimes to relax/have fun without being bothered, and other people came there for similar reasons probably.
In a way it seemed that Mr. Depp was the main character and/or that I was in Mr. Depp’s dream, either way I noticed the year 1993 written in several places and maybe even on the outfit of one of the dream characters, and so I felt that we were in the past; and I guess that somehow I realized that this was a dream without the dream going fully lucid or lucid (lucid dream) at all really.
There probably were other signs/things that helped me realize that this was a dream, and there were probably certain things that were related to Mr. Depp in the dream like physical things from some of his memories or life/people (maybe a woman who might have looked like Helena Bonham Carter, and maybe a woman who looked like Vanessa Paradis)/scenes from some of the films that he has been in/et cetera.
I decided to do an experiment by telling Mr. Depp that this was a dream to see what happens (I wanted to see what would happen if I told a dream character that they were dreaming, which I have done a few times before in the past), he did not believe me at first, but then I started to explain to him why this was a dream; and he started to believe me and he/the dream started to go lucid (lucid dream), and I could feel & see him going lucid & so maybe I was going lucid as well (this is hard to describe but it was amazing, I could feel/sense the feeling of him/me realizing that this was a dream which has a unique hard to describe feeling, and I think that I could see a bit of a glow coming from him briefly that might have symbolized that he/I/the dream was now lucid).
Having a dream character go lucid allowed the dream/me to go lucid without destabilizing the dream that much, but my lucid dreams do not usually last long and so I knew that my time was limited; once you go lucid the dream/you feel a bit different with feelings of power/freedom/confidence/and a variety of other hard to describe feelings.
Mr. Depp was amazed and still trying to make sense of things/realizing that he was dreaming, I think that he asked me who I was, and I told him who I was; and maybe there was a brief period of talking about/looking at things related to the dream.
I told him that I wanted to do an experiment, and my experiment was to give him a way to contact me after he woke up from the dream (in case he was not just a normal dream character).
I was going to give him my email address/username to look up my blog, I decided to start by just repeatedly saying & spelling GoodJohnJr to him so that he could remember that and I probably asked him to say/spell it out-loud so that I knew if he was hearing me correctly, and I told him to get a pen & some paper to write it & he found a pen & a yellow sticky note or a small piece of yellow paper; and I had him start writing it, but then I decided to write it for him to make sure that it was spelled correctly.
The pen was not writing very well and I made a few mistakes, but I could clearly see what I was writing (I know that I clearly started writing my username); but the dream was collapsing/becoming too unstable, and so I started saying GoodJohnJr out-loud & spelling it as I wrote it but the dream ended/collapsed pretty much.
I was able to finish writing my name but everyone was gone & the dream world was blank, and I woke up.
I did not get to tell him my email address but my idea was for him to remember GoodJohnJr and look that up on the internet in reference to dreams to find my blog & this post, but I did not get to mention that my blog was on WordPress.com; either way most of the experiment was successful.
It would be interesting if it turns out that the dream character of Mr. Depp was actually Mr. Depp and he actually finds my blog & contacts me, and the experiment is completed (this is not likely to happen, but it was just an experiment); and that would mean that it is possible for people to share dreams somehow, and then this could be tested further.
Dream 2
The next dream started with me walking around a college campus in a commercial(?) of some kind about the negatives/decline of college/education or something like that in the United States Of America, the commercial used various examples & symbolism to cleverly express things in the commercial.
It took place inside and outside, and various things/sounds/music/narrations were taking place as I walked around the college campus/dream world, most of them made sense to me & I agreed with most of the ideas expressed, but it would be too hard for me to name/remember the many examples/ideas/symbols given.
There were scenes of people spending too much money on college/education, people running out of money, people not finishing college/their education, people finishing college/their education but not properly being prepared for the real world/life/their career, poor people not able to attend college/get good education, maybe for-profit colleges/schools taking over certain places & the negatives of that, and various levels/types of symbolism representing these things & various other emotions/thoughts/ideas/et cetera.
It was interesting and at some point I went inside a building and walked into a large room that was like a classroom/lobby where a class was sitting, a band was standing with cheerleaders near them, and teachers were standing; and I knew some of the students as my former classmates like AJ, JP, C, KM, ER and more.
They seemed to have practiced their parts for the commercial and were attempting to act out their scenes live, they started a goofy scene where the band started to pretend to be playing music while they and the cheerleaders danced, and someone was making a quiet sound (that you could barely hear) with their mouth to let you know that the band was supposed to be pretending to be playing music (like playing air guitar or something like that); and this looked very goofy, and they made a few mistakes.
ER was one of the cheerleaders and stopped to get things organized, I guess they could cut this part from the commercial later, and I stopped to listen & talk with a few people who I knew; and I wondered if I was part of the commercial and/or should I pretend to be part of the commercial so that I would not ruin their commercial by walking around doing things that were not part of the script.
They started back the scene/commercial as I watched, but I woke up.
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