Defending An Area Against Superman

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All that I can remember of this dream from last night is that it took place during a maybe cloudy dark day at a slightly raised area near water (maybe a lake) and a field, several people and I were defending an area with one or more houses and/or buildings and a yard and fence, and we were defending this area against a larger force of attackers who had Brandon Routh’s Superman / Clark Kent from the film Superman Returns on their side.

We were outnumbered but we had the advantage because of our more defendable area that was partly defended by the water that was down below and blocking access to most of the front of our area, and we had buildings as cover and a fence to slow them down; but they had Superman and we did not know how to stop him, and so we focused on annoying and distracting him instead.

The fighting probably involved guns and shooting, hand-to-hand combat, mêlée combat, explosives and explosions, traps, and more including me having the ability to partly see into the minds of our enemies and being able to remove some things from their minds including Superman’s mind.

There were several battles and we kept focusing on making them retreat after holding them back and annoying them enough, they would retreat but eventually return to attack again, and so that is why there were several battles.

We did not think that we could win unless we could get most of them to give up or stop attacking us because they had us outnumbered and they had Superman, we could hold them off for a while but not win, and so I used my special ability to try to see why they were attacking us.

Their minds were filled with anger and hate and many false negative things about us, someone or something or some group had filled their minds with lies and had tricked them into attacking us and maybe were somewhat mind controlling them it seemed, and so I focused on removing the lies; but the negative emotions and whatever else was done to them I could not remove.

This helped us to make them retreat again and as one of the last attackers (not counting Superman) was retreating, he was a man with white skin who possibly was a soldier, I left the yard after him near the ledge overlooking the water by The BV (one of my parent’s automobiles) which was parked near the ledge and I threw an explosive spiked ball and chain on him.

It would only explode if the spiked ball hit something so if he was careful there would be no problem, I did this because they would usually attack us as they retreated, and I wanted to help prevent this and I hoped that this would distract Superman and force him to help the man back to their base and remove the explosive spiked ball and chain there instead of attacking us as they retreated because Superman had not retreated yet.

This was working until Superman landed angrily from the sky to help the man, instead of taking him back to their base and removing the explosive spiked ball and chain the angry Superman broke the chain and threw my device in the distance toward the water to explode, and then the angry Superman turned his attention to me.

I explained to them why I did what I did, what I saw in their minds and did to their minds and that they had been tricked and more, that they were attacking us and that we were only defending ourselves in self-defense so they were not the heroes here, that we did not want to fight them, and more but Superman was too filled with anger and hate and whatever else was done to him to listen to reason.

Superman changed into Clark Kent (who was still acting like the angry Superman) and he looked at me angrily and then he picked up The BV and he threw it into the water, he thought it was my automobile so he did not realize that it belonged to my parent’s, and then he stared at me angrily as it sank.

He looked like he wanted to kill me but this was him sending me a message and trying to hurt me indirectly, I probably was a bit shocked and angry because that was my parent’s automobile, and I went to explain this to him as he floated in the sky staring angrily.

I wondered what we were going to do now to stop Superman now that he was angry and it seemed that he would not stop even if the others quit, I did not know how to defeat him, and so I probably walked back to our area to talk to the others to try to figure out what to do about Superman; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

January 26, 2016 | Dream Journal

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All that I can remember of this dream is that it took place during the day, I remember going inside maybe a dimly lit almost shopping mall-like building, but it probably was not a mall (I know that it had some recreational areas for people to talk and sit and do various other things, food, drink, maybe some arcades, and maybe a few other things).

Inside this building I was probably sitting down somewhat depressingly when I approached by a group of people (a diverse group of men and women, and I remember that one of the women had whitish colored skin with medium-length yellowish colored hair and she somewhat reminded me of a raider from the Fallout video games; and they probably seemed like some people who were up to no good) who offered me a job to do some yard work with them for a rich family, they seemed to know that I was in need of a job, and that maybe earlier in the dream I had failed to get a certain job.

There was more that happened before this point in the dream but I can not remember what happened exactly but I possibly remember being at a multi-story building during the day with a restaurant on an upper floor that looked like or was an area where I once saw some celebrities among tourists or people in a past dream, and in that past dream I possibly had a drink with the actor John Goodman I think but I could be wrong.

I possibly applied for a job there as I was looking around for a job desperately but I probably was turned down, my job search probably failed, and then I probably went to this building after losing hope about finding a job.

I did not know any of the people who approached me except for my former male classmate DH who was oddly with this group which makes no sense and is not like him at all, I remember accepting the job, but I soon found out that they were going to rob a rich family (a husband, wife, and maybe son and daughter who had whitish colored skin with maybe the daughter and the mother having yellowish colored hair and maybe the father and the son having brownish colored hair).

Earlier in the dream during some other parts of the dream that I can not remember, I met this family somehow and I probably even went to their house and I probably got to see the inside of their house, and they had been nice to me.

Somehow this group probably knew about my failed job search and that I had seen the inside of this family’s house so they were probably targeting me specifically because they knew that I was a bit depressed about my failed job search, that I needed a job, that I was desperate, that I was currently vulnerable, that I had knowledge about the inside of the rich family’s house, and that the family would recognize me and feel more trusting of them.

I have no idea how this happened but I did something that is not like me at all, I accepted the job knowing that it was just a cover for them to rob this rich family, and so I was going to help them with this robbery and split the stolen money with them which is not like me at all.

This group of people were pretending to be contractors with their own company who mostly do yard work and house work, they even had matching uniforms and a dark-colored work van as disguises, and they had tricked the rich family into contracting them to do some yard work for them.

They went over their plan, which I can not remember, and I probably gave them the information that they needed to help them find the money and whatever else they were going to steal.

We got dressed, put our equipment in the van, and we all left in the van to the rich family’s house but when we got there I probably was afraid and having second thoughts and so I probably told them this and warned them that I might decide to not take part in the robbery.

I probably told them what they should do if this happens, that if they got caught that I did not want them mentioning my involvement, and maybe some tips on not getting caught.

We got out of the van to meet the family who greeted us warmly, they remembered me and I felt bad about what was going to happen and I felt that it was wrong and I was disappointed in myself for helping this group, and I decided to not take part in this robbery but I was not able to tell the others this because the family was around.

After the family showed us what they wanted us to do we started working, I remember having a rake and raking leaves along the right side of their fence by an alley, and this was far away from their nice house.

The others walked behind the house where I could not see them, at some point I heard an explosion, and I assumed that they were blowing open some safes inside the house.

I could not see what was going on so I walked toward the back yard near the fence for a better view, I still did not see anyone so I moved to the front where the van was parked, and the others were running to the van with probably the stolen money to escape.

I saw told my former classmate DH and the others that I wanted no part in this and that they should leave, and so they left while I continued raking leaves like nothing had happened.

This was risky but I was going to try to avoid telling the police or the family all the truth, I was going to tell them some of the truth, but avoid mentioning my involvement or that I knew that they were going to rob the family or that I knew one of the members of the group.

I saw the SWAT team and police and detectives arrive quickly, to the house, and I saw the family walking out to talk to them.

I was nervous and afraid but I tried to stay calm, I went over my plan, I tried to predict what questions I would be asked and how I should answer them, and I practiced in my mind preparing to tell the truth without lying but withholding enough information to not incriminate myself and to avoid helping them find the others.

I felt that I possibly had a chance to succeed with my plan but I probably felt bad about it, it was going to require hiding the full truth from this family who had been nice to me and they would probably even let me keep working for them, but I was afraid that they would eventually catch one or more of the others and/or find evidence that would incriminate me.

This was still not like me at all and I did not like this but I really did not want to go to prison and I was embarrassed by my actions, I was in a very terrible situation, and I thought that this was real which made it even worse.

I kept raking and watching from a distance preparing myself for an Oscar-winning performance to try to escape this situation, but I woke up.

That was not fun feeling like a villain and feeling like a liar, and helping some people rob a nice family like that.

The end,

-John Jr

Press It

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Daily Prompt

The Daily Post had a Daily Prompt today called Press It, and the question was:

Give some love to three blog posts you’ve read and loved in the past week, and tell us why they’re worth reading.

And this is my answer:

Here are four posts instead of three posts that I have read and liked and commented on in the past week: Sleep Paralysis, New Theme: Twenty Sixteen, Turbulent Emotions, and Dream Journal 12/6/15.

I think that Sleep Paralysis is worth reading because it provides details about an unique and scary sleep paralysis experience that is unlike any sleep paralysis experience that I have had so far, I think that New Theme: Twenty Sixteen is worth reading because it lets the public know about the new default WordPress theme Twenty Sixteen which is a general purpose theme that I think is just good enough for that role to consider using, I think that Turbulent Emotions is worth reading because it shows a long and detailed response to a Daily Prompt compared to mine, and I think that Dream Journal 12/6/15 is worth reading because it provides details of a somewhat rare unbalanced and very negative dream compared to my usual dreams.

Dream

I can only barely remember part of one unclear transitioning dream from last night that I did not voice record which took place during the day in a slightly fictional version of the city of D, and I think that I was at my parent’s house working on or trying to fix a computer; and my parent’s were at the house.

At some point I realized that I had left my wallet at my uncle WC’s house in  my cousin CC’s chest of drawers, and so I left to walk down the street to go get my wallet before someone else finds it because I was afraid that someone would steal my money and other things inside my wallet.

I noticed that my dad’s work van was parked in or too close to the yard where my aunt JE’s house is supposed to be and so I was going to move it once I got my wallet, and I remember walking down the street outside my uncle WC’s house and I remember thinking about my wallet; but I can not remember if I got it or not, I just remember walking back up the street at some point, and I moved my dad’s work van by parking it near where the garden used to be by The G House.

The next thing that I remember is that my former male schoolmate GR lived in the house where my aunt JE’s house should be, something happened where my former schoolmate GR got angry and he started threatening someone in my family and/or I and other people in the neighborhood, and then he brought a gang of men with him to force his will over the neighborhood.

The dream then became a bit like the video game Fallout 4 and I remember gathering all the people in the neighborhood together to unite them so that we could stand up to my former schoolmate GR and his gang to let them know that they were not going to force us to do whatever they wanted, I remember inspiring everyone with speeches and eventually some of us got weapons, and we waited until my former schoolmate GR and his gang returned so that we could face them and stand up to them.

We stood up to my former schoolmate GR and his gang but I can not remember if we fought them or not, probably not, and I think that my former schoolmate GR and his gang backed down; and so I guess my plan worked, and the next part of the dream that I remember took place in a fictional field near a building near the neighborhood where my great-aunt RC used to live that some people call/nicknamed The Old H’s.

My parent’s were there with me behind a fictional building that was probably not far from the B Electric building, I remember my dad mentioning a job and/or about me getting a job, and I remember him getting angry and there was a bit of an argument between us; and I remember my untreated social anxiety disorder and maybe generalized anxiety disorder being mentioned and effecting / affecting me in the dream.

I remember my anxiety levels going up (especially generalized anxiety, and my social anxiety when thinking about various possibly future social situations and various possible futures and my current situation) and I remember feeling afraid just thinking about the job and some other things that my dad mentioned and some other things that I thought about, I realized that things were worse than I thought, and that I probably should try to get some help with my anxiety disorders again after things failed the last several times that I tried to get help.

This part of the dream was negative and I was lost in my negative thoughts and feelings, feeling weak and pathetic and like a loser and mostly hopeless because I could not see/find a path/way out of my situation that was positive, as I tried to think about my different options and as I tried to predict the possibly future outcomes of each option and as I thought about the past and what my dad said et cetera; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

Niska And The Chosen One?

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There was more to this dream that I can no longer remember, and all that I can remember of this dream now is part of the end of the dream; which took place inside a small windowless room inside a building, and maybe this room was a bank but I can not remember.

Inside the room was a woman who was or who reminded me of Niska (Emily Berrington) from the television show Humans, there was a pregnant woman whose baby was either The Chosen One or who was the child of The Chosen One (Alex Lannon) like on the television show Dominion, and there were probably one or more people with the pregnant woman; and there were probably some workers and random people there, and I was there as well.

A Port House | Mad Max | Talking To A Woman Who Sounds Like Sofía Vergara

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Dream 1

I forgot almost all of my dreams that I had last night because I did not voice record my dreams each time that I woke up to use the bathroom, and so now I can only barely remember part of three dreams with the first dream being my favorite of the three dreams and it looked/felt beautiful and the colors were more clear/crisp than in real life probably.

Unfortunately most of the dream is forgotten and all that I can remember at the end of the dream is that it took place during the day and I was in a fictional bedroom that was mine on the upper floor of a nice house that was combined with a port with nice mostly clear water below; and something happened before this part and during this part of the dream that I can not remember.

My room had a balcony over the port/water with several partly open glass doors with whitish-colored curtains blowing in the wind on each door, it was a beautiful view with nice lighting and a nice breeze, but maybe some people came to attack or something but I can not remember.

I remember going to the balcony and jumping in the water to swim and maybe hide, it was a bit magical swimming and being in the water with the beautiful mostly clear water and beautiful lighting and colors of this dream, and so this was a very enjoyable moment even though I was possibly trying to avoid danger.

At some point I guess the threats left and I climbed to/on the port which was like a small dock-like area made of wood and concrete and metal where people could dock boats, move cargo, fix boats, and more; but no one else was around, there were probably no boats, and there was not much equipment around if any.

There were some interesting things that happened before, during, and after this part of the dream but that is all that I can remember unfortunately.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of the second dream is that I was watching a documentary inside a fictional one-story house about the making of the Mad Max film or films, they talked with people who worked on/in the film, they showed behind the scenes footage, they gave the history about various parts of the film, and more.

I remember the documentary saying that one of the character roles in the film was made specifically for the semi-mentally handicapped (their words not mine) brother of the director or someone over the film or who made the film like that, he said that he did this because he did not think that his brother would be able to get much work anywhere else, and so he made this character so that his brother could have a job/make some money/get some publicity/because he felt sorry for him/and more; but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 3

All that I can remember of the third/last dream is that it took place during the day inside van or small bus that was parked at a bus stop that looked like the bus stop of the D Junior High School in the city of D, I was inside maybe the back of the van or bus on a laptop looking at and downloading videos on the internet (some of which were possibly pornographic, but I am not sure) and doing other things on the computer (maybe maintenance and research), and no one else was around at first.

At some point a woman with light-colored skin with long brownish-colored hair entered the van and she talked to me as I continued working on the laptop, the woman was from a country in South America that probably had a military coup where the military controlled things and she told me negative stories about that, and she spoke Spanish and she spoke English with an accent with her voice and accent reminding me of the voice and accent of the actress Sofía Vergara.

She was possibly somewhat well-known in the country where she was from, a celebrity probably based on what she told me, and she suggested that I look it up online if I did not believe her; and so I did, she was correct, but I accidentally came across some videos that were supposed to be pornographic videos of her that was on the website about her.

I went to play the videos to see if they were really of her or not before letting her know about this, but I accidentally printed the page (in color on a printer that was in the van oddly) that the videos were on instead of playing them; and so I hid the printed page, and I was going to go back to the website later to try to verify if the videos were real or not first before letting her know about them.

I turned off the laptop and I put it on the hidden printed page that I had hidden in a folder or book, I then continued my conversation with the woman, and I probably suggested that we walk around outside and talk; but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr