An Inappropriate Reality TV Game Show

I had more dreams and there was more to this dream, but I forgot my other dreams and most of this dream; but I do remember some of this dream.

Part of this dream possibly involved a college, and at some point in the dream I remember being inside a metal building where The BP School Board Computer Department is.

My Mom Gets Shot | A Lucid Dream Within A Dream To A False Awakening Dream With A Dream Machine?

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I did not record most of my dreams, and so now I can only remember part of several dreams that possibly included a lucid dream within a dream where I woke up into a false awakening dream with a dream machine or something crazy like that; unfortunately most of my dreams are forgotten and unclear so things are missing and are possibly not in their correct order and I am not sure where some dreams really began or ended.

Dream 1

The part of this dream that I remember took place during the night at my parents house, I remember hearing a gunshot inside the house, and so I ran to the bedroom where I heard the noise.

My mom had been shot, there was possibly a child in the dream as well, and my mom told me that someone had just shot her so I ran outside to find the person before they could escape.

I ran around trying to find them, when I was near the coolers I saw what looked like a man running in a reflection on my right glasses lens, and I turned around assuming that the reflection came from behind me and that the assumed man was running past The G House back down the street.

I saw no one when I turned around or when I ran to the main gates, then I saw my brother CC running outside with either our brother TDC or KDC, and so I yelled to them to warn them about the situation but they already knew and were running to the back door of The G House to look for the shooter.

I told them to be careful and take their time and check their corners et cetera, but they ran inside the back door of The G House moving to quickly and I saw my brother CC using some of his military training but he was rushing and was very determined to get the shooter so I ran to catch up to them before they get shot or something by not being careful.

I assumed that our male cousin DE was still in jail so I assumed that he was not at The G House so it would be easy for the shooter to hide there because the front door can not even close because it is broken and has no door handle.

I ran through the back door and I heard my brother CC beating up someone and yelling questions at them about why did they shoot our mom et cetera, and when I entered the bedroom my brother CC was striking our male cousin DE who was probably on a bed like he had been sleeping.

I told my brother CC to stop, we did not know who shot our mom yet, and I did not think that it was our cousin DE.

CC was too angry to listen so I told him to stop before he gets blood on himself and all over the place, I reminded him that DE possibly had HIV / AIDs, and that he risked killing him if he did not stop striking him.

I told my brother CC that the real shooter could be getting away now because it was not likely that it was DE, and that we needed to find whoever it was quickly and that if he wanted to interrogate DE that he should just ask him instead of punching him et cetera.

I wondered how our mom was doing and if emergency services were on their way or not, I needed to decide whether to stay to make sure that CC did not kill DE or should I return to my mom or should I run back outside to run around looking for the shooter, but I woke up.

Dream 2

I can only remember some of this dream, which was really several dreams, unfortunately; and things are unclear, confusing, missing, possibly out-of-order, et cetera.

Part of this dream involved me going to work at The BP Library, the back employee areas looked different, and we had a different break room and even a separate locker room and one or more areas that we could use during breaks.

During a part of the dream that I can not remember I was walking to the shelving room, my female coworker JB was at the front desk and I noticed the tattoo on back of her neck, and so I stopped to look at it because I was not sure what the tattoo really looked like or what it was a tattoo of.

Before I could get a look at it JB turned around asking me what I was doing, I told her, and I joked that I was trying to see if it was a barcode tattoo like the one from the Hitman video game and movie franchise.

I joked that I was trying to see if she was a hitman / assassin / hitwoman, she had no idea what I was talking about, and so I explained that they were genetically engineered / enhanced and had barcode tattoos on the back of their necks.

My brother GC was working at the library at the same time as well so maybe I talked with him briefly as well, and then at some point in the dream I was in the break room and locker room.

In my mail slot I found a fine over $27 that was on a piece of paper that explained in detail about some alleged computer program that I have never heard of before that was installed on a work computer at the library and they thought that I had installed it, they had some kind of tracker or something logging almost everything that I do on the work computers so the paper listed times and dates and actions and programs and websites et cetera of all my computer actions at work, and how that program caused some damage so maybe it was malicious or something.

I did not install that program and did not want to pay a fine for something that I did not do, I also did not appreciate having all my computer actions logged and monitored at the level of detail, and so I was trying to see the exact date and time that the software was installed so I could see if that was even a day and time that I was there at work.

Oddly that part of the paper I could not see clearly or I could not look at, maybe it was blurry there and / or I just could not look at it like it was maybe partly transparent like the dream had not formed it completely so looking at it possibly risked me noticing the strangeness of the dream and / or destabilizing the dream, and so I never got to see this important detail.

I stopped to complain about this with my brother GC and then maybe my coworker Mrs. MW who was in the fictional locker room, and Mrs. RB and / or another female coworker of mine showed up.

I am not sure if this happened during a forgotten part of this dream or not but there was possibly a fictional male coworker there with light-color skin with maybe brown hair who had made maybe a dream machine, I am not sure and I am not sure what it did, but it was in a yellow plastic case and seemed to be powered by nine-volt battery.

It could fit in your hand or hands, it opened like a case, and inside were some simple components and wires et cetera like someone took a homemade electronics / radio / whatever kit and made this with it.

The next thing that I remember is possibly a dream within this dream that was possibly started by the assumed dream machine, but I can not remember.

I was in the locker room or a room like it with Mrs. MW and Mrs. RB and / or another female coworker of mine, we were trapped and I possibly was telling them that this was a dream so the dream was possibly a lucid dream, but I do not remember it feeling like a normal lucid dream and I did not seem to be trying to control the dream or use dream powers but I possibly was acknowledging it as a dream or as possibly being a dream and I was using my knowledge of past dreams and lucid dreams to help us get out of this room that we were trapped in and I explained my dream and lucid dream knowlege to the others to help them better survive this dream.

I found clues that I assumed were to a puzzle that would allow you to unlock a secret passage out of this room, we figured out the puzzle, I remember opening a locker that had several items in it and maybe we found a button or moved them in a certain order to activate a secret door in the wall.

I opened the door that led to another room or a stairway that was dimly lit, I asked the others to hold it cracked open while I check for threats before we move, because in dreams like this you never know what threats may be around and I named some previous dream threats to them like zombies et cetera.

The area was clear so we moved to the new area quietly, we cautiously moved to another area through another secret passage that was a door with no door handles et cetera, and it led to another upper stairway with a view to what looked like a windowless college building / college apartment with students below in the hallway.

We stayed out of sight, I was not sure if the other dream characters would attack us, especially Mrs. MW and Mrs. RB and / or whoever because I assumed that this was my dream, and that they may see my coworkers as outsiders.

I decided that we should move to another area and try to find our way out of this dream or dreams back to the real world, we possibly moved between several secret passages to either other dreams or parts of this dream, and eventually we reached the outside that I thought was the real world.

I assumed that we were awake now in the real world, but this was now a false awakening dream where maybe we returned to the previous dream because the possible lucid dream had been within another dream so we were possibly back in the first dream now.

My coworkers possibly walked away as I talked to the fictional male coworker who made and gave me the assumed dream machine, we were outside during the day in an area that looked a bit like the front of The D High School, and I opened the yellow plastic container that the dream machine was in to look at its insides.

The device was hot, I assumed that this had caused the strange things to happen in the lucid dream like being trapped in a room at first, and so I asked him if he thought that it was unusual and that maybe the nine-volt battery was bad and / or causing the heat or if there was some kind of problem with the dream machine that needed to be fixed.

He started to inspect the dream machine, he told me that he built it himself using basic electronic supplies, and that it was actually something that he made by accident in a way.

I asked him maybe what the dream machine could do and how it worked exactly and about the materials used to make it, and he started explaining the details to me which seemed more simple and inexpensive than you would think.

He had his own company, after making this machine by accident and seeing that it worked, he decided that this should be a product of his company so they were making more dream machines to test and improve before manufacturing them for the public; he felt that this would be a great business decision that would make his company a household name.

As he was explaining the details and troubleshooting and listening to what happened to me / us during the lucid dream et cetera, I woke up, and that is all that I can remember of this dream even though I know that I had more dreams and that more things happened.

The end,

-John Jr

A Tattoo On My Left Arm?

Dream 1

This dream involved my former male classmate JC and maybe his family, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

At some point in this dream, I realized that I possibly had a dark-colored possibly somewhat heart-shaped (maybe this shape was within another more circular shape, but I am not sure) tattoo on my left arm between my shoulder and bicep.

A Surprise Internal Chest Tattoo / Implant / Device / Whatever And A Fictional Former Classmate Comes To Visit Me?

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I slept pretty well last night only waking up to use the bathroom once or twice and I got awakened by people making noise once or twice, and I had several dreams but I forgot all of them except for barely part of one dream.

The dream took place during the day in a fictional place and I think that I read about and/or heard about and/or was told about a possible job opportunity and/or an opportunity to get something for free, but I had no idea what it was; and so I guess that I drove to a fictional one story building probably near a highway outside of a neighborhood.

I remember going inside the building and maybe waiting in a short line in an open room with probably brownish colored carpet as a female worker talked to us about something that I can not remember as several other workers prepared something, at some point a worker or two talked with each of us one-at-a-time, and a female worker was talking to me; but as she was talking to me/distracting me another worker walked up to me from my side carrying a power drill-like tool and to my surprise the worker drilled a small hole in my chest trying to avoid my heart and lungs it seemed, I was shocked and I could somewhat feel it but it did not hurt that much really, and I did not move to avoid getting seriously injured.

It was a real quick procedure and I remember seeing what looked like a blackish colored tattoo pattern inside the hole with maybe an unknown implant/device that I either saw and/or felt and/or assumed might be in the hole, I was shocked and a bit angry that they did this to me without my permission and without warning me, and so I said this to them and I questioned them because I had no idea what they just did to me and why; and they said that they thought that we all had already known what to expect, but they would not tell me what they had done to me exactly or why or what would happen next.

I assumed that this was probably a secret government/military/medical/scientific/et cetera experiment testing a new tattoo/implant/device/drug/whatever on mostly poor/low-income/lower-class people looking for work/jobs/free stuff, and so I assumed that we were unwilling/unknowing test subjects who(m) they would be tracking our progress/their experiment on us through the tattoo/implant/device/whatever for years to come.

They wanted us to wait for a while in the room to make sure that none of us had any serious negative reactions from whatever they did to us, so we waited, and I remember having some difficulty breathing and I felt a bit strange and I got some of my normal negative reactions that I get when donating blood/having blood taken; but I tried to stay calm and control my breathing, and so that helped me.

While we waited I realized that my cousin ME was among the group of people, we briefly talked about what just happened, and he was feeling a bit strange as well; and at some point they let us go after briefly telling us something that I can not remember, but I still had no idea what they did to us or why or what would happen next and I still felt a bit strange.

I probably drove to my parent’s house to tell them what had happened and to show them the small hole with the tattoo/implant/device/whatever, we stood in the yard and outside/inside the yard near the mailbox and I still felt a bit weird but not as strange as before, and at some point I went inside to wash my face or something like that; but a fictional former classmate of mind drove or walked outside the fence by the mailbox, and he told my parent’s that he was a former classmate of mine who had come to visit me.

The fictional former classmate was a large/huge man with whitish colored skin with short maybe light brownish colored hair with a very large/huge circular shaped head and he had a mental handicap and he could not speak/talk very well and so it was hard to understand him when he talked, and basically he somewhat looked like and somewhat reminded me of a modern-day Hodor from the TV show Game Of Thrones combined with probably a real former classmate of mine.

I was watching them outside from a kitchen window, I did not remember the man’s name but I had some false memories of him being my former classmate and so I found and searched through my high school year book to see what his name was and I think that his name might have started with a N, and maybe his name was Nathan or something like that but I can not remember.

I then went outside to greet my fictional former classmate, probably telling him about and showing him my internal chest tattoo/implant/device/whatever, but then I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

10-11-2012 | Dream Fragment | A Tattoo Shop And My Dead Aunt CE

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I forgot most of my dreams from last night, but I remember part of one dream that took place during the day in a fictional city that might have been a fictional version of D.

I remember going to a building that was like a modern partly metal industrial-style C Elementary-like building combined with/connected with a tattoo shop and a mall/shopping center-like building, and I was at the C Elementary-like building under the catwalks/walkways outside at first with one or more other people maybe.

I can not remember the details but I remember going into the tattoo shop that reminded me of a barber shop at some point out of curiosity and it was in between the C Elementary-like building & the mall-like building, so you had to pass it to get to either building, and it was a tattoo shop owned by three women I think; probably a mother and her two daughters who were a bit older than me or about my age.

I remember the three women/owners being very nice and they seemed very interested in me for some reason, they talked with me and they showed me around their tattoo shop, and they wanted me to take part in a special ad (advertisement) campaign for their tattoo shop; and this special ad campaign involved them paying you or giving you a free tattoo that combined a tattoo of your choice with an ad for their business, so that people would know where you got your tattoo & that would help them get new customers.

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