Printing And Correcting A Song Of Ice And Fire?

Unfortunately I did not record most of my dreams, I do know that I had a variety of dreams that were inspired by me watching Episode 6 (The Iron Throne) of the television show Game Of Thrones (Season 8) before I went to sleep.

During part of this dream I remember seeing a female BP Library patron named TW, maybe I was at The BP Library when I saw her, but I can not remember.

Later at the end of the dream I was driving during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D near The Post Office, and I was driving to a fictional gas station near it to get some food and / or something like that.

When I drove into the parking lot I saw TW again and a man with light-color skin, they were both prisoners wearing jail / prison uniforms, and they seemed to be jail / prison trustees as part of the trusty system (trustee system).

I was confused by how TW could be a prisoner (especially a trustee) already when I had just saw her earlier in the dream, I did not bother thinking to hard about this though, and I wanted to avoid her / them so that they would not try to ask me for something and / or try to get me to help them escape and / or something like that.

Oddly I saw no police officer with them, I tried to avoid them so I drove away from them, and I did not go inside the gas station because I wanted to wait for them to leave first.

Eventually I drove to the parking lot where The Bail Bonds place should be, in the parking lot was a printer on a table or something and a computer, and I remember getting out to investigate.

The character Grey Worm and maybe someone else were there, and the printer was printing out the entire A Song Of Ice And Fire I assumed which was a historic record of their world I assumed.

I think that they were printing a rough draft, as it was printing I looked at some of the pages and I saw some errors and mistakes, and so I told them about this.

I then stopped the printing and I started trying to find and fix errors et cetera starting with the printed copies, and I used the computer to edit those pages.

Some pages were past the margins, some pages had messed up formatting, and other things like that so I was finding them and fixing them and showing them to the others.

There was probably also a problem with the format that it was saved it, and so I probably tried saving the file in several other formats and / or I tried to decide which format to use like: .ODT and .RTF et cetera.

My plan was to find the best format to use and make sure that issue was fixed, and then I would finish checking and fixing pages before continuing to print them.

I also tried to show the others how to do this, I assumed that this was going to be a huge project so there was no way that I could do all of this if this really was a historic record of many things that have happened since the beginning of recorded time or whatever, and so I only planned on doing some of it now and then printing the corrected pages; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

My Brothers TD And KD Have A Fake Lower Leg And Talking With Nicolas Cage? | Kwisatz Haderach John Jr?

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I remember part of two or three dreams, with the first dream bothering me so much and confusing me so much as to whether it was a dream or real, that I woke up; and when I woke up I still was not sure if something that was shown in the dream was real or not, it felt that real & I was that confused, and I felt that emotional about it.

Dream 1

I remember the first dream starting with me walking to my grandfather’s house, my mom walked over shortly after me, and my cousin DE walked over shortly after my mom; and we talked with each other, my grandfather, and any other indirect family members who were there.

The bees that are outside of my grandfather’s house in real life were there, the white poison powder that my uncle CE put on the house was still there as well, and the bees were still a bit aggressive/on alert as well but not as bad as in real life; and I noticed the container for the white poison powder sitting in the yard, and so I brought it inside the house to see where my grandfather wanted me to put it.

My uncle CE walked into the house and I showed him the poison powder container that he left in the yard, and he said that I could put it in my grandfather’s laundry/storage building; and then we all talked a bit, and I remember that the weather outside looked like it would rain soon.

I decided to go outside to put the poison up but it started raining when I was going outside and I think that the rain was cold, so I probably felt the temperature which is probably somewhat rare, and it was raining hard.

Oddly my grandfather’s laundry building seemed to have openings in the roof or something, because rain was getting inside, and so I had to find a place to put the poison where it was less likely to get wet; and so I set it on a table with some other stuff, and then I went back inside.

At some point my mom, my family, and I drove to a VA (United States Department Of Veterans Affairs)-like place/clinic; and I remember going with my dad to the VA hospital-like area and my mom & my brothers went to the clinic area.

At some point my dad and I had to go to the bathroom and we went down the hallway to a large bathroom with many stalls instead of urinals, and oddly the toilets were very tiny & up so high that it would be hard to urinate or sit on them.

Even more odd there was a dirty whitish plastic vacuüm thing where you were supposed to put your penis in so that you could urinate & it would vacuüm your urine, and next to it was another dirty white plastic thing where you were supposed to put your penis to urinate but there was no vacuüm & so the urine went down into a drain I guess; but I was not going to use those two dirty whitish things and get a STD (sexually transmitted disease) or something, and so I tried to figure out how to urinate in the tiny toilet that was too high in the air.

My dad was in the stall next to me and so I spoke to him from my stall asking him if he had figured out how to use the tiny toilets that were up too high, and I recommended that he not use the dirty whitish plastic things.

I guess we finally managed to barely use the tiny toilets that were up too high probably, we then went to wash our hands as other people were coming into the bathroom, and then I walked to the clinic area to see the rest of my family.

This is where the realism of this dream got to me/confused me, except for the bathroom part in some ways, when I saw the rest of my family sitting in the clinic waiting room; even as I type this now I feel some of the emotions that I felt, so this is a bit hard to type, and my words will not properly show how I felt or thought but I will try. *Sigh, Getting Emotional, Holding It Back Somewhat As Usual*

What I felt and thought went pretty deep and far back in my mind/brain/memories/(sub)consciousness/et cetera, when I went into the waiting room, I noticed my brothers TD & KD sitting next to my mom; and TD & KD were the ones who were there to get a check up on their lower legs, and to my surprise/shock/horror/confusion/et cetera they both had a fake lower leg (lower ankle and foot I think).

I think that one of them had a fake lower left leg and maybe the other had a fake lower right leg, but maybe it was the same lower leg but I am not sure; either way they both had fake lower legs, one real and one fake.

One of them had a realistic looking fake lower leg but the other one had a metal slightly curved peg-like lower fake leg like some runners with fake legs have but this was short since it was only the lower leg, and my brothers TD & KD were there to have their fake lower legs checked.

I had a lot of emotions/thoughts at this point and it felt so real & I was so confused, I had no memories of them having fake lower legs but it seemed so real, and so I asked my mom if those were fake lower legs & when did they get them since I had no memory of this; and my mom said that they were fake lower legs, but she seemed a bit emotional & she did not answer my question about when did they get the fake lower legs.

I sat there with many thoughts and emotions trying to make sense of this: how could I as their oldest brother who helped my parent’s raise them from birth until now & who still lives in the same house with them not remember them ever losing their real lower legs(?), where were my memories of this happening and how could I forget something so important like this(?), how were they still playing American football(?), how could I as their oldest brother fail them this horribly & not be there for them(?), and I thought many other things & I felt many emotions.

I kept digging/searching as far as I could in my mind/brain/memories trying to figure out when & how they lost their real lower legs, and I searched so far & deep into my mind that I was seeing flashbacks of old memories from when I used to help my parent’s raise them when they were babies; but they still had their real lower legs in my memories, and so I kept wondering why I had no memories of them losing their lower legs.

Searching through these many old memories was emotional, good & bad & neutral emotions, and it was a bit over-whelming; and I was so bothered/confused/emotional that I had to go walking outside.

I kept trying to figure out if this was real or a dream but I could not figure it out, it was so real & I was so confused/felt so emotional, and outside it was a very nice day with a nice area outside the VA hospital-like place/clinic; and I saw a beautiful circular white colored water fountain where you could sit next to the water, and I sat there & there were a few other people sitting around as well.

A man who looked like or was the actor Nicolas Cage came and sat not far from me at the fountain and we had a conversation, and I told him about how I just found out that my two youngest brothers had fake lower legs & I had not known somehow; and Mr. Cage started to talk about how the for profit big pharmaceutical/medical industry did not really care about people & that they cared more about profits/money/et cetera, and that they probably recommended that my brothers lower legs be removed even when it was probably not necessary.

That made some sense but I still could not see my mom allowing that unless she really felt or was convinced that it was necessary, and so I was still confused; and I still felt so many emotions and had so many thoughts, and the worst was probably feeling that I had failed as the oldest brother to protect/be there for my younger brothers.

Mr. Cage try to give me some words of comfort telling me that I could not blame myself and that I could not change what had already happened, but I still did blame myself/felt like I had failed them/et cetera; and I was so over-whelmed emotionally & I was so confused as to whether this was real or a dream, that I woke up still feeling the same emotions & having the same thoughts, and I still was not sure if it was true or not even though I knew that I was awake.

The dream was that real, that even realizing that I was awake now, that I wanted to get out of bed & make sure that my brothers TD & KD still had their real lower legs; but I did not want to disturb them while they were sleeping, it was 6:Something AM, and so I laid in bed still trying to figure out if it was true or not even though I was awake (it was that real/confusing/emotionally over-whelming and that much of the dream stayed with me even after waking up, I even had to do the finger counting reality check to make sure that I was really awake & that reality check proved that I was awake).

I got up to use the voice recorder on my MP3 player to save an overview of this dream and eventually I managed to go back to sleep, and I am glad that I did that because I almost forgot that dream this morning until I listened to my voice recording; because the dream or dreams after this were pretty deep too, and so I had forgotten about the first dream 😀

Dream 2

The next dream might have been two dreams, I am not sure, but I think that it was one dream; and it was pretty deep, but I forgot most of it & the important details, unfortunately.

I will try to keep this short since I had a hard time typing the first dream, and so I do not feel like typing much.

I am not sure if the dream started in D or not, I just remember that it took place during the day, and I went to a nice fictional two-story restaurant in a house-like building that was located in a field near a road by itself; and it seemed to be a restaurant where mostly middle class and upper class people went to, but there were some lower class people there too I think (like me).

I might have not been myself in this dream or I was different, unfortunately I can not remember most of the dream or the important parts & so this will not make sense, but I think that I was special/messiah-like/a keeper/guardian of knowledge/the past/a Kwisatz Haderach-like person/a super-hero-like person/whatever; and I was very introverted/did a lot of deep inner thinking even when in public, which is a bit true about me, but this was stronger/more/deeper than I am in real life usually (especially in public).

There was a heaviness to me, like I carried a heavy burden, like my mind/I had a huge/lonely responsibility; and I do not think that most other people could really understand me and so they were mostly in awe/a bit afraid to approach me or talk to me, so they would look/stare at me & talk about me when I would walk by.

There was more to me/my powers/abilities/et cetera in this dream, that I can not remember or understand or know, but I am guessing that I was somewhat like a semi-Kwisatz Haderach able to look in the past/present/some possible futures along with other abilities.

The inside of the restaurant was dimly lit but was comfortable & secure & had some nice decorations like fish tanks/plants/et cetera, like maybe my undercover dream security were the workers (who were mostly or only women, as usual), and the workers were the only people comfortable enough to talk with me/approach me at first.

The restaurant had some outdoor porch/patio areas on the first floor and maybe some balcony areas on the second floor, and I remember my waitress walking me through the restaurant to help me find a seat while people stared & whispered/said things about me when I walked by.

I think that the waitress eventually took me to the second floor where I wanted a window seat in a less crowded area and there was a bar area up there, which I did not care about, I just wanted a window seat & I wanted to look around thinking & examining the people in the dream & my surroundings; and this dream had a slower pace to it & I spent most of my time quietly thinking to myself & looking around, it was a very internal type dream if that made sense.

I remember having memories of very old things, memories of things that happened before I was even born in the real world, and I knew things that probably no other Human knew; as far as I could tell.

I deeply examined people & things in the dream, guessing/reading people’s thoughts/emotions/facial expressions/body language/et cetera and guessing/predicting information about objects, and no one bothered me at first; and so I had plenty of time to focus/concentrate.

At some point two women approached me, I am not sure if any of the workers slowed their approach to me or not but I am guessing that the woman at the bar & the waitress probably were watching them, since they probably were my undercover dream security; and the two women were friends, and they decided to talk with me since I was alone & they were fascinated by what they had heard about me & they wanted to ask me a lot of questions & to find out if what they heard about me was true.

They were a bit in awe/afraid/whatever of me but not as much as most people, the type of fear/awe one might have of something/someone unknown/alien/supernatural/divine/of a high social standing/very wise/et cetera.

We talked, it was actually nice to talk with someone, but I forgot what we talked about; and at some point they had to leave I think, and something happened at the restaurant that I can not remember exactly.

I think that maybe some men with guns attacked/entered the restaurant to rob it and/or look for someone (probably me), but I guess the workers (who probably were my undercover dream security) dealt with them before they could even get to the second floor to even come close to finding me; and so I was never in danger really and I was never worried to begin with because my dream security had the situation under control, but I just did not want anyone else to get hurt.

After the situation was dealt with, maybe the waitress (probably part of my dream security) told me that the situation was clear, and so I went to the first floor to leave the restaurant still doing a lot of deep thinking; and I wondered if the men with guns could have even harmed me if they tried, probably not, since I seemed to be super hero-like/messiah-like/Kwisatz Haderach-like/whatever.

I am not sure if this next part is another dream or not, probably, I just remember being in the field near the Jail in D during the day, and my mom & my brothers & my cousin ME’s girlfriend drove up in my parent’s automobile & they picked me up; and we started driving up the road.

We saw jail trustees working on side of the road and we saw my cousin ME working with them, so he was in jail again, and so we stopped so that we/his girlfriend could talk to him from the window of our automobile; and as usual the sheriff/police officer who was supposed to be watching them had walked off to do something else or something, and so no one was watching them.

As we talked to ME suddenly a few jail trustees started trying to escape, but the police officer who was supposed to be watching them was coming back, and he saw them escaping; and he called for backup and he pulled out his gun and/or taser & he started chasing them.

The some of the jail trustees started to get excited, maybe including ME, and they thought that we were helping them escape; and some of them tried running to our automobile thinking that we were going to drive them away, but I made sure the doors were locked & I told them we had no part in this & for them to stay back before they end up in jail longer and/or that I would stop them from entering our automobile.

I wanted my mom to drive off but other police officers & some SWAT members were running over yelling and pointing guns at everyone, and so I did not want to risk us getting shot.

I woke up as we waited as the police & SWAT members were trying to get control of the situation.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂

 

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