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A Job + Experiments + A Film = ?

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This was a long and detailed dream so I can not remember most of it now so a large part of the beginning and middle are missing, except for part of the dream where I was probably inside The BP Library working at my shelver job when a male patron with white skin started talking to me about gun control, and how he thought that rifles should not be as restricted and should not be in the gun control laws.

This male patron possibly even had a rifle that he showed me but I can not remember if he had it or was it just an image or video of one, there was an old male patron with white skin with white hair with a beer belly and baseball hat/cap who joined the conversation, and he was mostly against gun control for certain types of weapons like the other man.

I was trying to work but they wanted my opinion, I did not think that we employees are allowed to talk about politics and religion et cetera, and so I tried to briefly and carefully respond without giving an opinion.

They continued giving their opinions about gun control and how rifles should not be restricted, which was distracting me from work, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.

Another part of the dream involved me being inside a house or building, maybe my parent’s house, and I picked up the telephone but there was no dial tone like something was wrong with it.

In real life this was happening but was fixed recently, I still think that there may be another problem that also needs to be fixed, and so this part of the dream was probably me experiencing one thing that I predict may happen in the near future where it goes out again because of being poorly and sloppily rewired after they broke our telephone jack previously and replaced it with sloppy open wires that can be easily messed up.

The other part of the dream that I can remember took place during the day, and I think that someone told me about a job so I went to a maybe multi-story building in a fictional field behind BY Wok where the workplace was.

I went inside the building and I saw a variety of people who worked there including some of my former classmates, I talked with some of them during maybe their break in a room with tables and chairs, and one of the jobs possibly involved shelving like my current job at The BP Library.

I remember a woman telling me about a website that involved shelving training and possibly online shelving jobs where you organized items on the website and you could get paid for it, but she was not sure if this was a legitimate and/or trustworthy and/or safe website or not but she showed it to me anyway.

I think that this same woman asked me for a ride when her work day ended, she had dark brown skin with black hair, and she brought a white box with no top with her with some yellow maybe baby canaries who were part of some experiments that she was doing for her job because she worked in the department of this workplace who worked on various experiments.

The canaries in the white box were possibly partly symbolic and possibly stood out in the dream, and possibly also referenced things going on in the research department of this workplace.

We got in my automobile and we started driving and talking, one of the canaries jumped and partly flew out of the box gripping some food with its feet, and so I had to grab it and give it to her to put back in the box.

She probably explained her research that she was doing for this current experiment with the canaries but I can not remember the details, and then we noticed strange things happening outside of the workplace.

Some humanoid experiments from her job were outside of the building, some had fur and looked like someone combined non-human animals with humans like lion-human hybrids and other strange combinations, and maybe they were after a male scientist who was trying to escape or release information about the experiments that this workplace were doing or something like that.

We stopped to help him maybe but then the humanoid creäture experiments chased us too, I remember running up some scaffolding along a building, and then we ran into the field.

At this point it seemed like this was part of a film, there was a film crew filming us, and some people who were driving by stopped to watch.

I then realized that this was possibly not completely real so we stopped running at some point, the creatures probably returned to the workplace, and maybe the filming stopped for a break or for now.

There was more to this dream.

During part of the dream I think that a song by The White Stripes was played, maybe Icky Thump:

That is all that I can remember of this dream even though there was more.

The end,

-John Jr

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Talking With A Morena Baccarin-Like Woman

This dream was partly inspired by TFS Plays: Fallout 4, and this Double Toasted video that I watched last night before going to sleep (I can not remember the parts of the dream that were inspired by this video):

All that I can remember of this dream is that at some point during the dream I was outside during the day in a field with greenish colored grass where there were various structures that started on the ground and that went up high in the sky, and they looked like a combination of an obstacle course and playground equipment combined with something else.

There were Super Mutants from the Fallout video games there and maybe some other threats, there were some other people and I there who had to try to survive while moving and climbing through this area, and so we fought the Super Mutants and other threats as we moved through this area.

This part of the dream was a bit like the Fallout video games, we had weapons like guns that we sometimes used to kill Super Mutants in self-defense, and I was probably able to use V.A.T.S (Vault-Tec Assisted Targeting System).

This part of the dream was possibly symbolic in some ways (during the dream I remember thinking that some parts of this dream were symbolic, and possibly meant something but I was not sure what exactly), even though I was seeing and experiencing this, I was possibly somewhere else in the dream talking to someone (possibly on the telephone) when this was all going on; and so maybe it was like a daydream within a dream or dream within a dream or I was in two places at the same time or I magically jumped back and forth between two different parts of the dream, but I am not sure.

Later in the dream I remember being inside a house waiting in either a living room or a family room like I was at the house of one or more of the parent’s of one of my former classmates, and I was walking around the room and the curtains were closed but I possibly could tell that it was probably still daytime.

At some point AC the younger sister of my former male classmate JC walked into the room with me, she looked younger again and slightly different, and she seemed a bit depressed.

She sat down and we started talking about some of her problems, things that she wrote in her diary which was on a table near her, and some of her family problems; and I gave her some words of encouragement and some advice, and I shared things about myself and some of my similar problems.

We got interrupted by her fictional younger preteen brother who had whitish colored skin with short hair and maybe some freckles who was the annoying younger brother stereotype, he started to annoy her and they argued, and she told me about the many annoying things that her brother does; and he said things that he did not like about her.

This was a bit funny to me because it made me think of family and my relationship with my brothers, I started to talk to them about family and how we can be annoying to each other at times, and I said some positive things about this which helped to calm their argument and improve the mood.

A beautiful woman who looked like the actress Morena Baccarin entered the room, she was the step-mother or girlfriend of the father of one or more of the siblings of my former classmate JC, and we sat on the couch and we had a great conversation.

I remember her smiling and actually being interested in what I had to say, it was great having a great conversation with someone who is actually also enjoying the conversation and who seems like they really want to be there, and I enjoyed being there with her.

I was a bit nervous and uncomfortable at first so I ended up being in my energized nervous mode where parts of my brain shutdown or get clouded and when I am having a good conversation I get energized and I start sharing way too much information about myself and others, and at some point I started talking about my brother CC.

I told her how my brother CC moved out of the house a few days after graduating from high school to move in with his girlfriend and start college, he joined the military and left for recruit training without finishing his first semester of college, during his break from recruit training before his next training he surprised us by marrying his girlfriend so we went to the wedding the next morning after he told us, but then our conversation got interrupted.

Somehow I was talking to her in person at first but then this changed to where I was walking around my parent’s house talking to her on a telephone, my dad was working on the clothes dryer when he heard me talking about my brother CC, and he started making a comment about me telling too much information about him.

I put the phone against my chest or shoulder quickly without saying hold on, so that I could talk to my dad and explain, and he was correct and I told him so; and so I was going to stop that and apologize, and then I went to see if she was still on the phone.

I heard her talking to my former classmate JC about his fictional ex-wife or ex-girlfriend, my former classmate JC said that after his divorce or break-up with his ex-wife or ex-girlfriend, that she told a federal government agency about how he sometimes shoots guns at his family’s old abandoned GB House and yard (property) out in the country by a forest (not shooting at the house itself, but doing target practice out there because it is out in the country near a forest and abandoned); and so this federal government agency went to The GB House (Property) to investigate these claims.

They saw evidence that this was true and for some reason they put out a warrant for the arrest of my former classmate JC like maybe it was illegal for him to shoot guns out there, while I was listening to their conversation I noticed some newspaper articles with pictures on a wall in my parent’s house that my mom had cut out and pinned on the wall, and they seemed to about the arrest of my former classmate JC because of this situation that he was talking about.

The newspaper articles and pictures explained the situation that my former classmate JC was telling after the warrant was put out for his arrest, instead of turning himself in he hid for months, and the pictures showed the day that he was caught; and the first newspaper article and picture was titled: Hot Redhead Finally Gets Caught.

The picture showed a man with somewhat overgrown reddish colored hair and reddish colored facial hair like he had not had a haircut or a shave in months, the picture was unclear and shot from far away but it looked like it was probably my former classmate JC, he was standing in a forest behind some bushes with some cows in front of him like he had been hiding there when the police (whoever) arrived to arrest him, and I assume that this was in the forest by The GB House (Property) that his family owns.

It seemed that he had been hiding and living out there for months and that it was a popular topic during that time in the local newspapers, the journalist who took these photographs got them as police had him surrounded but you could not see the police at first, but the other photographs showed him being arrested and put in a police car.

I guess he went to jail but was out now and was living with some of his siblings who have a different father than him, his mom and dad are dead, and I remember feeling sorry for him as I heard this and I saw how he looked in those photographs.

It seemed that he had never recovered after the death of his mom who died over a year ago, who died years after his dad died, and so he looked like a different person and like he was still suffering and he seemed a bit worn and depressive like his sister AC; but he also seemed more rough and rugged and strong and tough.

Earlier I had been at the house waiting to see him and talk to him but now I was magically at my parent’s house listening to his conversation waiting for the woman (the wife or girlfriend of the father of one or more of my former classmate JC’s siblings) to realize that I was still on the phone line with her, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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Protecting The Masquerade | Getting Shot In The Stomach

Both of the dreams that I somewhat remember from last night were probably partly inspired by ChristopherOdd’s Let’s Play of the video game Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines, which I watched a few of his YouTube videos of from his playlist last night before going to sleep:

Dream 1

All that I can remember of the first dream is that it was obviously inspired by the video game Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines, and it involved something about trying to protect The Masquerade; and I remember a male vampire with whitish colored skin talking about having to stay hidden or something like that, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that it was also inspired by the video game Vampire: The Masquerade – Bloodlines, I was inside a fictional one-story house/building that was possibly supposed to be where some of my family (my parents and maybe some of my brothers) and some other unknown people and I lived, and maybe I was a vampire but I am not sure.

Two royal (possibly a king and queen) and/or high-level and/or old and/or well-connected and/or powerful vampires who were a married couple (a man and a woman with whitish colored skin who seemed like a calm/relaxed and confident married couple who were used to getting their way) who were the leaders of their own vampire group / vampire sect (possibly an Independent Clan) came to the house/building, they probably had some members of their group with them as bodyguards, and I think that they wanted me to join or help them.

Something happened that I can not remember, maybe I did not want to join them so maybe they tried to kill me and/or force me to join them, and I probably got shot in the stomach and had a bad gunshot wound to the stomach or I got a serious stomach injury some other way; but somehow I managed to escape trying to lead them away from my family and the others, and trying to get help/medical attention/care.

I had to stop the bleeding from my stomach wound by having to constantly hold my stomach with one of my hands, I could not even stand up straight so I had to slouch, I could not move fast so I had to walk slowly with almost a limp, and so it was a struggle trying to escape and avoid drawing too much attention to myself and to try to stop myself from bleeding to death; and I was not sure if my body would be able to heal itself or not, I was possibly a vampire, and so I tried to find a telephone to call emergency services or for help from someone else or to call my family to let them know that I was still alive.

I walked down a sidewalk to an area that seemed to possibly be near a beach or something, there were sidewalks with many open buildings and booths along the sidewalks with people moving around and selling stuff, and so I tried to hide among the crowd as I struggled to move and find a telephone; and I hid in in one of the open areas that had walls that I could hide behind, and there was an old blackish colored corded telephone in there.

The leaders of the vampire group/sect/clan and their group were still after me, they either wanted to kill me and/or force me to join them, and I knew that the two leaders had disciplines/superpowers/special abilities that they could use to help them track me; and so I was going to have to be careful, be smart, and maybe use my own disciplines/superpowers/special abilities (if I had any) to help me avoid them.

I picked up the telephone and I was going to call emergency services but I stopped for some reason, I possibly realized that the leaders of the vampire group were close and/or that getting medical attention would possibly break The Masquerade if I was a vampire and the humans realized that I was not human when they try to repair my stomach wound, and so I decided to not call emergency services; but maybe I called my family, but I am not sure because it is possible that I was not able to do that because I saw the leaders of the vampire group scanning the area with their disciplines.

As I was hiding and holding my stomach wound hoping that I would heal eventually and not die, I noticed the leaders of the vampire group standing on top of a building in the distance, and they were using their disciplines to scan the crowds of people looking for me; but maybe the wall and/or my own disciplines allowed me to stay hidden from them, but I was not sure how long I could hide without them finding me.

I was going to probably have to move to a new location, the leaders of the vampire group looked confident and they were smiling, and they were talking about how they would find me eventually and that they were in no rush so they were going to keep looking for me as long as it took.

I was not sure if I was healing or if I could even heal from such a serious injury, I started to worry that I was going to die if I did not at least have someone patch the wound, and so I probably started preparing to move among the crowds of people to hopefully find a vampire or someone who could help patch my stomach wound without risking violating The Masquerade; but I probably woke up as I was preparing to escape.

The end,

-John Jr

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A Cat With Fabric Bat Wings And A Manny Pacquiao Answering Machine And Playing Tennis At Night

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I only barely remember part of my last dream, I remember seeing a blackish colored cat that had blackish colored fabric bat wings attached to it, and later in the dream I remember being inside a dimly lit windowless house/business cave-like building that looked like E Manor inside.

I remember being in the family room, in the bedroom connected to the family room, and in the hall by the family room mostly along with some men and some women and/or young women; and I remember the men having a Manny Pacquiao answering machine phone/telephone in the hall that had a special voice recording and maybe ringer sound, and they were trying to figure out how to set it up.

I remember trying to help them with this sometimes while at other times I talked with the men and women and/or young women, I remember the men wanting to each have their own personal assistant and so they were trying to decide which women and/or young women to choose as their personal assistants.

The answering machine phone had an option to do a custom voice recording, they assumed that you needed to do a custom voice recording to get the special Manny Pacquiao recording and sounds to work, and they also believed that if the women and/or young women did the custom voice recording that this would make them their personal assistants like maybe it would mind control them into accepting and obeying and/or something weird like that.

I remember one or two of the women and/or young women doing a custom voice recording and then agreeing to be personal assistants, I was not sure if they did this willingly or if the answering machine phone really did have mind control abilities or not, and I remember telling the men that they should just ask the women and/or young women instead trying to use mind control; and I told them that this was wrong if what they were saying was true, but they did not care.

I told them that most of the women and/or young women were already willing to accept personal assistant jobs on their own, I did not really think that the mind control stuff was real or true but I tried to keep an open mind, and I hoped that it was not true because I did not agree with it; and before I heard about this I had thought about which woman I would have wanted as a personal assistant, and I remember a woman with whitish colored skin with yellowish or light orangish colored hair catching my attention.

I did not ask her or anyone if they would be my personal assistant, I do remember hoping that no one would ask her and I probably asked the other men not to ask her, and maybe I told the women about the possible mind control if they left a custom voice recording on that answering machine phone to be safe in case it really was true.

I remember changing the special Manny Pacquiao answering machine phone back to its default ringer and default voice recording message and then the next thing I remember is being outside in my parent’s yard near the back door late in the evening or early in the night, and my former classmate DH was there as well.

I remember my former classmate DH and I playing tennis in the yard, he was standing between the area between two of the dogs by the fence, and I was standing on the wooden boards near the back door; and we played tennis while talking even though we had no net, not much space, and this area is mostly dirt with stuff in the way.

At some point I realized that my former classmate DH and I should switch places after two of the tennis balls fell close to the dogs, I was afraid that they might bite him, but as we were about to switch I realized that it was now too dark for us to see very well; and so we decided to stop playing tennis, and then I remember seeing the blackish colored cat with blackish colored fabric bat wings again by the back steps.

I started petting the cat and getting a closer look at the fabric bat wings, it looked like someone had sewn them on the cat which I thought was weird and not a good idea, and then my brother GC walked over to examine/look at the cat like it was him who had attached the fabric bat winds on the cat; and so I asked him if it was him who did it, he said yeah, and I asked him if he had sewn them on.

Instead of telling a quick lie like I expected, he just replied: “I used a special technique…”, and he left it at that; and then I told him that he should remove the fabric bat wings, and I told him that putting those on the cat like that was not a good idea but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

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11-10-2012 | Dream Fragments | An American Horror Story Season One Inspired Dream | A Homeland Inspired Dream

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Last night I had at least two long/detailed/interesting/et cetera dreams, and one short dream.

The first dream was inspired by the first season of the TV show American Horror Story.

The second dream was inspired by the TV show Homeland, which I watched a few episodes of last night for the first time.

Unfortunately, I slept so deeply and the first two dreams were so long & detailed that I forgot most of those two dreams.

I know that the first dream had Constance in it and I remember her talking with me, and I think that parts of the dream might have repeated several times in slightly different ways and maybe she & I were the only people who noticed this; and so we talked about and investigated this or something, whatever happened, she knew more than me & was guiding me.