I slept pretty well (deeply) last night without waking up to voice record my dreams, and so my mind ended up forgetting most of my dreams except for barely part of the end of my last dream from last night.
My mom, my brother KD, my brother TD, my brother CC, and I were staying in a windowless hotel room because we were in this unknown city for some college sporting event (I think that it was American Football) that my brothers were invited to participate in.
The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Hate To Love, and the question was:
Tell us about a guilty pleasure that you hate to love.
Thanks for the great idea, Ana Santos!
And my answer is:
I am not exactly sure what is and what is not considered a guilty pleasure, and so I will just say that typing/recording/sharing/blogging my dreams is a guilty pleasure that I hate to love.
Typing and recording and sharing dreams can be time consuming and can take a lot of work/effort/dedication and offers little to no reward or interest from other people and it is not really something that most of us can use as a source of income/as a job (I wish which would be nice, instead of being jobless, and without a source of income the last three years and counting) and most people do not seem to care much about dreams, remember many of their dreams, record or type many of their dreams, share many of their dreams, think that dreams are even worth remembering or typing or recording or sharing, or seem to have much interest in other people’s dreams; and so it can seem like a waste of time and effort blogging your dreams, and surprisingly it does not offer much opportunity to connect with other people because most people do not seem to care enough to engage in conversations about your dreams and their dreams even when there is so much that could be talked about and many questions that could be asked.
There are some benefits to typing and recording and sharing your dreams (improved dream recall, typing practice, blogging practice, gives you something to do, et cetera), I have done it long enough that it is somewhat of a habit/addiction and something that is part of my daily routine to help keep me stable and alive, and so this is one of the reasons that I am probably still alive today.
I would not still be blogging today if it were not for this guilty pleasure, I would have given up long ago (which is still a possibility), and so I think that this probably counts as a guilty pleasure since most people do not seem to hold it in high regard.
Dream 1
All that I can remember of this dream is that it was like a combination of the video game Fallout 4, a film, and a normal dream; but my memory of it is flawed and unclear so things or out-of-order, and I will probably make some errors as I try to type what I think happened during some parts of the dream.
I think that I was inside a house-like building and I remember watching part of a terrible trailer for what I assume was a fictional superhero film with several people (women and men, and one of the women was a woman with whitish colored skin with long hair who could fly) with superpowers, several people (Korey Coleman, Martin Thomas, and Tommy McGrew) from Double Toasted either watched the trailer with me then and/or later in the dream, and they left at some point I think.
An object fell or somehow got into an opening to a crawl space-like room/area with water in it, it seemed like a place you had to crawl or go into if you needed to work on the pipes and floor of the building et cetera, and I did not want to go in there because it was wet and probably nasty and I was not sure what non-human animals were in there (I assumed that roaches et cetera would be in there); and so I did not go in there to get the object.
Something happened that I can not remember where maybe I and/or someone else started playing the video game Fallout 4 and/or the dream world became like it except in live action instead of looking like a video game, I remember trying to help some settlers build a settlement, and at some point I had superpowers and the superheros from that terrible film trailer were there too and we worked together to help build the settlement so the dream was now like a dream combined with Fallout 4 combined with a film.
We started focusing on trying to build some defenses for the settlement, we wanted to place some turrets high in the sky/air above the settlement to protect it, and so I probably started building a tall structure; and I remember the female superhero flying into the sky to put up a spotlight first, but our settlement got attacked before we could put up the turrets or walls et cetera.
The attackers knocked down our spotlight, our settlers were in no position to defend themselves yet, and so the superheros and I flew around using our superpowers to fight the attackers; and it was cool getting to fly around, and I remember one of the attackers choking the female superhero as she flew through the air with him so they both crash landed on a couch in the ditch in the field outside of my parent’s yard.
They were both unconscious at first but woke up quickly, the woman defeated the attacker, and the rest of us finished defeating the other attackers; and then we had to repair the damage, check on the other settlers, and then we started focusing on getting the turrets up first but then maybe the dream switched back to normal.
I was back inside the house-like building and Korey and Tommy and Martin returned, I remember telling them about the object that fell in the water in the crawl space/whatever, maybe I told them about the settlement situation, and then we talked about the terrible trailer because it was so bad that it was funny.
The trailer was goofy and corny and reminded us of old superheros films that tried to be cartoony and overly wholesome and overly heroic and overly happy, the superheros seemed very one-dimensional and stereotypical, but I can not remember the rest of our opinions; but I do know that we had fun talking about it.
After talking to them I probably went to check on the settlement, I probably got to fly around some more checking the area, but I woke up.
Dream 2
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day in my parent’s yard, I was standing in the yard near the side of the house where the automobiles are parked, and I saw my male cousin DE walking through the alley by The G House by our fence; and he seemed unstable, and he walked into our alley where the pet cages are like he did not see me yet.
He sat down on the ground facing a direction where the side of his head was facing my direction so he did not see me yet, he sat there for a moment still looking and acting unstable, and then he turned facing my direction; and he saw me, eventually he turned in another direction, and then my parent’s walked into the alley and they saw him.
My cousin DE then moved to another spot like he did not want me to see him, my parent’s said something to me and I said something back to them that involved my cousin DE, but then I woke up as I wondered what he was doing exactly because this was unusual because he has never went to this location before and he usually goes to other locations and does other things when he is unstable (depending on which unstable mood he is in because he has several different ones where he behaves differently, goes to different places, and his moods move around in cycles between these different unstable moods).
Dream 3
All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day on an upper floor of a nice hotel, I was in a hotel room with whitish colored carpet and walls and ceiling that had windows with a nice view outside, and it seemed like maybe I was on vacation or something like that because I was clearly in a fictional unknown location.
The room had a television, furniture, and even various complimentary items (towels, toothpaste, toothbrush, food, drink, and various other things that a person might need or want); and there was one or more objects in the dream that I had or were using, but I can not remember what they were.
I never left the room and I was thinking about something and looking around the room and out of the window (which had some nice and realistic lighting and a nice view below) but I can not remember what I was thinking about or doing, I just know that if felt very realistic and it seemed like something that I would do in real life, and the details of the dream were so detailed and realistic that it was like real life; and I even remember thinking about room service and the previous people who used this hotel room, when I found some objects in maybe the bathroom or another room, because I was not sure if some of those objects were left by the previous people who used the room or not.
I wish that I could remember more details of this dream so that it would make more sense, I forgot those details because I did not voice record this dream, and so my memory of it has faded; and that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The end,
-John Jr
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