I failed to type my dreams during the night.
I briefly woke up expecting to go back to sleep, so I did not record those dreams.
I failed to type my dreams during the night.
I briefly woke up expecting to go back to sleep, so I did not record those dreams.
In this dream, I was at work at The BP Library talking with one of my older female coworkers at her desk.
At some point, she started trying to talk about White House Press Secretary Jen Psaki, but she did not know how to pronounce or spell her name.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was trying to set a certain setting on some Google devices of some kind, maybe Chromebooks; but for some unknown reason my settings change kept being automatically changed by the system.
My former male classmate DH was in the dream, he told me that it should be working, but for some reason the system kept picking the wrong time zone which possibly was causing the problem.
This dream involved a younger Bolo Yeung and / or his son or a family member who looked like him & some of this family having fun competing against & with each other in bodybuilding / weightlifting, martial arts, and sports; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
This dream was interesting because it seemed to be a semi-dream / semi-daydream that I kept going in & out of.
A poem that I made back in maybe 2011.
The foundations and pillars are gone.
A fallen house remains.
As the survivors crawl away divided and lost until the day that they die, and fade away… fade away… fade away.
– John Jr (2011)