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11-3-2011 | Dream Fragment | John Jr Slams CC On His Head

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I remember part of my next to last dream from last night, which took place at my parent’s house, and my brother CC & I were in the kitchen.

CC was being annoying, over-confident, refused to clean up behind himself, et cetera; and so we got into an argument as I tried to get him to do what he was supposed to do.

After a while I got very angry and I threw a warning jab at CC, that did not hit him, and then he tried to punch me in the face with a right-handed straight, but I ducked & dodged the punch & I grabbed him.

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Learning How To Teleport

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Last night I remembered part of my last dream, which has missing pieces so some of the important parts are gone, so I will try to put the pieces together the best I can.

I only remember the dream from a part I think involved me taking my brothers to some house somewhere so that they could go visit some of their friends, I stopped at the house for a little while as well, because I saw some former classmates of mine such as MJ.

Things are unclear but at some point I think my brother CC somehow found or got the magical horn from the film The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, and it allowed him to teleport to places, he did not know how to use it exactly but I think he teleported a few times by accident.

I had another dream or dreams a few days ago or a day ago where I teleported a few times but I can not remember it really, but I tried to teleport in this dream and somehow I accidentally did.

For some reason the teleporting process is not clear to me, but I do remember that I had to think of where I wanted to teleport and then I would have to charge the ability and then I would teleport, I think or something like that.

It appeared to be hard to do without a special object like the horn and when trying to teleport alone, I found that two or more people can teleport easier than one person trying alone in this dream and maybe the other unknown dream.

At some point I drove somewhere else, since my brother CC could now teleport himself; I wanted to use the horn to help me teleport but CC would not let me, so I kept trying to teleport like I did in another dream and it worked.

This is one of the most unclear parts of the dream, at some point I remember meeting a woman my age with long brown hair, and we both tried teleporting together.

We found that it was easier to teleport when we held hands and both tried, I think, and/or just when we both tried to teleport.

Sometimes when trying to teleport we would somehow either send and/or share and/or amplify emotions to and from each other, and we would get a feeling of being somewhat connected to each other; it was odd and interesting.

During many of the times that we failed to teleport these charges of emotions and feelings made us start to act like best friends or something, it was fun, but I also started to feel a possible romantic connection but I felt that it might have just been the effects of the charges of emotions we would get.

The woman and I had much different personalities and we would probably have not been friends or a couple in normal life, but as we tried teleporting, we got along well.

I wanted to ask her if she felt a possible romantic connection with me too, but I was afraid that she did not and I was worried if she did, because we were not very compatible.

We managed to teleport a few times together but when we tried to teleport separately a few times, at some point we both got lost from each other, and I did not know her name or where she lived to find her again.

The next part of the dream is also very unclear, I think I remember finding an apartment, this could have been how I met the first woman and/or this could just be how I met the second woman but I can not remember.

This is a guess but I think I saw a woman with short brown hair talking to a man and leaving this apartment, I think she may have looked somewhat sad so I talked with her, and I think I helped cheer her up and we tried teleporting.

The woman spoke English with an unknown accent at sometimes and a Russian accent at other times, she said that she was from Russia, and I think that I had the feeling that she worked as an escort or whatever that job is called; or it could have been an illegal job like prostitution / as a prostitute or something, the woman looked like Olga Kurylenko.

The next thing I remember is us magically going on a date at some restaurant, I guess we teleported there or something, and we waited briefly in line before finding a table; it was a nice dimly lit restaurant with many people older than us and groups of people had to share tables with people they did not know.

Many people seemed to be watching us, but we tried to not let that bother us and we seem to be comfortable around each other, probably the effects of teleporting; but the woman seemed somewhat more distant and reserved than the other woman.

We sat at a table that had a group of unknown people and we started to talk, well I did most of the talking, I kept trying to learn more about her but she would not share very much.

She acted and talked in a way that keeps a distance but not too much to be rude, she acted like I would expect an escort to act, since they often go on dates or gatherings with unknown people; they probably learn to be just social enough but still protect their privacy and keep a distance so their client does not get too romantically attached.

This bothered me since we seemed to have more in common than I did with the other woman and when we did talk, things went well, and once again I felt a possible romantic connection with her; once again probably from the teleporting attempts with the bursts of emotions shared and sent.

Our date was going very well like in the movies but with her keeping a distance, as we talked some people at the table were listening to us, and one woman noticed the strange accent that the woman had and asked her if she was from Russia; she told her yes, and I was surprised that the woman noticed since she was not using her Russian accent at the time and instead she was talking with an unknown accent.

Once again the woman was switching between a Russian accent and that unknown accent, I enjoyed her Russian accent, but I did not like her unknown accent that much compared to her Russian one.

During our date I realized that I did not know her name but I was afraid to ask out of embarrassment, because she may have already told me, so I remember thinking that her name was Natasha and I may have called her that to see if that was her name.

After a while I told her that even though we had talked for a while, that I still did not know much about her other than that she was from Russia, and so I asked her to tell me more about herself.

She told me a few things and at some point something she said made me ask another question, and this caused an awkward silence as she paused thinking of how to respond, I think my questions involved me wondering how she knew so much about a certain topic; but I can not remember what the topic was.

She then told me that she would only tell me a bit of information because she did not like to talk about it and she asked me to try not to ask her about it again, she told me that she had fought in a war and had been a soldier, she saw and experienced many terrible things and that was all she wanted to say about that at that time.

I thanked her for telling me that much, I told her about how I was surprised by that information, promised her that I would try not to ask her about that topic again, and told her that she could share more information about that topic when she felt like it; there was another pause and then I switched the topic to a more positive one.

I think we left the table to look around and I think we started trying to teleport, we kept failing at first so we kept getting those emotion bursts which made us feel connected and/or we felt each others emotions or something; at some point we teleported but both got lost from each other.

I was now in a city that was like combination of LC and L, I walked into a Burke’s Outlet or something like the one in LC, and inside I looked around; to my surprise I saw some soccer players and MM from college, but he did not see me.

I went to the bathroom, but it was nasty looking, so I left the building to find another one and I found a place like the BM Saloon.

This building had a tropical theme and was bigger with a bar, small restaurant, arcade room, dance room, pool, small motel, and a few other rooms.

I saw MM again and stopped to talk to him, and then I looked around the building; there were tourists and people staying at the motel talking and having fun around the building.

I decided to walk outside wondering if I could teleport to find the first woman and Natasha, I also wondered about the possible romantic connection I felt with both of them, but I felt more connected with Natasha; but I wondered if either felt the same about me and so I wanted to talk to the first woman about it since she was very easy to talk to.

Suddenly the first woman teleported in front of the entrance as I was about to go out of it and then we started talking, I am not sure if I brought up the Natasha situation, but I remember us goofing/joking around.

The first woman acted really goofy and fun as a result of our teleportation attempts, so when she saw me, she was ready to have some fun; I was trying to be serious and tell her about Natasha I think, but she just wanted to have fun.

So I remember us both sitting on the floor and we raced each other to the entrance only using our hands and feet to move, it was funny and fun, but I woke up as we reached the door.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

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A Chronicles Of Narnia Prince Caspian Inspired Dream: On The Run

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Last night I remember most of my last dream, except the beginning.

Also I must mention that before I went to sleep, I watched some of the movie The Chronicles Of Narnia: Prince Caspian, so the dream had a plot like that; but it was in modern times & it was more realistic.

If I remember correctly, it started at some large room with a lot of people in it, and it seemed like a big room at a college used for gatherings like: speeches, dances, dinners, meetings, etc.

The room had a wooden dance floor, some tables, chairs, and probably some food & drinks.

People were standing around talking, and there may/might have been some music.

I was talking with my brother CC, my friend DH, and several unknown people.

Now here is my guess on how the dream started: I think one of the people we were talking to was a prince and some of his friends came and told him that his uncle’s wife had just had a baby boy, and so now his uncle was sending the police & FBI to arrest & kill him for a false crime/a crime that he did not commit.

They said that he had to leave now so CC, DH, and I joined them & we ran to an automobile outside of the building, and we drove off.

As we were leaving, the police arrived and they started to surround the building, and they did not see us leaving; and so we escaped.

If the FBI had arrived there with them, then we probably would not have escaped, but fortunately the FBI arrived late.

Once the FBI did get there and when they did not find the prince, they told the police to not let anyone leave the city, and they told them to patrol all the roads.

We knew that we could not drive longer without getting caught, and so we parked the automobile somewhere; and we decided to sneak through the alleyways of various buildings.

It appeared that we were in a fictional version of LC, somewhere near the downtown area.

We tried to avoid being seen unless there were a lot of people walking, then we could hide among them while walking, and we doubted that the police would expect us to be walking.

There were police driving around the city watching the roads, we saw a few pass by us, but they did not notice us since they were too busy looking for our automobile.

As we were walking down the sidewalk we noticed a little building with windows with metal bars with no glass, and a metal door with bars instead of being solid.

It seemed almost like a covered outdoor café area or something, except that there was a group of woman who appeared to be students at a private college, and they were having a class or a meeting there.

So we stopped to talk to them, so that the police would be less likely to notice us.

The group of woman all wore uniforms like at a private Catholic college or something and they were all tall, thin, had medium length hair, and they looked like volleyball players or models.

The inside of this outdoor/indoor building was strange, and it was like a dorm room/outdoor café dinning area/classroom.

There was a few café dining tables that could be used for eating or as desks and there were a chalk board, beds, and storage closets.

But the windows and doors were just bars, so anyone could see inside, and the wind could blow right through; but it had a roof to keep out the rain.

Anyway we all talked and we told them about our situation, and so they decided to help us and let us stay there for the night.

I felt safe and I had the feeling that the police would not stop here during the night, they really would not expect us to be staying at an outdoor/indoor building connected to the sidewalk right next to the road, and especially a building with windows & a door that you could see and hear everything through.

The women only had enough beds for themselves, so the rest of us slept on the floor.

The next day we woke up and we thanked the women for helping us, but we felt that we had to keep moving because the police may come looking for us; and so we left and we continued to walk on the sidewalk.

Right up the road there was a bar/restaurant/apartment building, and so we stopped there to hide.

The building had different floors and each floor seem to be separated by class; the bottom floor seemed to be for lower class people, the middle floor for middle class, and the upper floor and apartments seemed to be for upper class people.

We stopped at the bottom floor to eat and drink something, but before we ordered, some of the women that had helped us came into the building; and so we stopped to talk to them.

I was more worried about what we should do next, so I started to talk to someone in our group about what we should do next, but as I was talking, a girl who looked to be about 14 years old said something to me; but I am not sure what she said, but I do know that she wanted me to follow her.

She said that she heard me talking, and that she might be able to help us; and as I followed her, she told me a few things, but I can not remember what she said.

I do know that she acted like she was older than me and she seemed completely calm and in control like she was a CIA agent or something.

We were walking up the stairs as she explained things to me, she said that her dad was a business person from Japan, and she said that he owned an apartment in this building.

We walked up to the upper class area where people were dining and drinking wearing suits and dresses, and we stopped at a table with two women that appeared to be about my age or older.

I think they were her sisters, they said hello to me but they did not seem interested in talking to me and they seemed bored, and so they continued to talk with each other.

There was a small shot glass with some orange looking drink in it on the table where I was sitting, and the girl told me that was a special alcoholic drink that is drunk on holidays; and she said that it tasted like broccoli.

She told me to try it so I did and it tasted like fruit juice with no alcohol, and after I finished drinking it a waiter took the shot glass; and he gave me a red drink, and that one tasted like broccoli.

After finishing the second drink, the girl said that the drinks were pretty expensive (maybe $40 a shot) but her sisters would pay, and I asked her if she would at least let me pay for some of it; and so I put in $20.

Her sisters did not have any cash, and so I think they used checks or their debt cards.

The girl then told me that if my friends and I needed a place to hide, that we could stay at her dad’s apartment on the 4th floor, and so I told her thanks and that I would talk to my friends about it.

I walked back to the 1st floor to tell my friends about what the girl had said, and as I was walking to their table I noticed a woman walking into the building; it was a messed up looking Pauline Croze.

At this point I think the dream went lucid or the dream had already went lucid once I started talking to that girl, but I am not sure.

Instead of trying to control the dream, I just controlled my own actions and I acted normal.

Ms. Croze sat a table looking sad, like she had cried and her hair was messed up & it looked dry, and she looked mad.

I walked up to her table and I asked her if she was Pauline Croze, and she said yes; and said that she did not know me & she asked me who I was.

I told her my name and she said that she still did not know me, and she looked away & she tried to ignore me.

I sat down at her table and I said that she looked sad & I asked her what was wrong, and to my surprise she responded.

She said that her boyfriend and her had argued or something, maybe he cheated on her, but I am not sure.

I told her that maybe she should write a song about it to help her put her thoughts & feelings on paper, and then she could slowly start dealing with them.

Also I told her that she could play music, and sing the new songs to help her as well.

During this time I knew that the dream was now lucid and that it would probably fade, but I did not try to control the dream other than just being myself and acting normal.

I felt the ability to control the dream and I felt that it could fade away, but I ignored that and I continued to be myself ,so the ability either stayed the rest of the dream or it faded; but I am not sure, and that all I know is that I did not try to control the dream world itself.

Anyway, Ms. Croze told me that she thought that my idea were pointless and that they would not help, but I told her that I believed that they would help her and that it should be easy for her in my opinion.

She then told me that she rather be left alone now, and so I told her to think about my idea; and then I left to talk to my friends about how to escape the police & FBI.

My friends and I discussed our opinions of what the new plan should or should not be.

They wanted to stay with the college women again, but I told them that was not a good idea, because I felt that the police would search that area tonight.

I then told them what the girl had said, but they felt that she could not be trusted & I agreed that it was risky, even though I did trust her.  (But we all felt that something was odd about her, and the prince & his friends felt that she may/might work for his uncle somehow)

I then offered a third plan, that we continue to sneak through the alleyways and we would try to get to the lake to swim or find a boat, to get us out of the city/to get out of the city.

I told them that the streets were full of police and that they were trying to trap us in the city, and so our best option would be to leave the city by water or air; but we were closer to the water, which was very close to the downtown area, so that would be easier.

They all agreed, so we left that night but some of us had to use the bathroom, and so we stopped at a public bathroom across the street; but while we were in the bathroom, we heard police sirens, so we hid.

Two police officers opened the door of the bathroom and they looked in, but they did not hear or see us; and so they left.

We then opened the door and we looked out after they left, and the police were searching the building where the college women lived; and they were going to search the bar/restaurant/apartment building next, and so we went into the alleyway.

The police seemed to be blocking the area off to search it, fortunately we did not stay at the girl’s dad’s apartment or with the college women again, and so I guess that we had made the right choice.

I got the feeling that the girl was working with the prince’s uncle, because how else did the police know to go directly to the building that the college women stayed at & the other building and why did the police put so much effort into blocking off that area? (They must have heard that we were in the area)

I think that the girl tried to set us up, so that the FBI could quietly come to her dad’s apartment to kill us without any witnesses, and her family & her would get rewarded by the prince’s uncle.

I had the feeling that the prince’s uncle alerted his friends and many other upper class people to be on the lookout for the prince, and to try to trap him until the FBI could get there; and he probably offered a huge reward.

If this was true, she probably saw the prince and the others talking to the college women, and she guessed that we probably had stayed with them the night before; and when we did not ask to stay at her dad’s apartment that night, she probably called the police & told them that we were probably at the college women’s building. (Fortunately we were not there)

Anyway, we now knew we could not wait until tomorrow to get to the water, and so we decided to try to sneak around the police through the alleyways; and we were going to try to reach the water to escape that night.

As we ran through the alleyways looking for a good escape route, I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂