I only recorded part of my last dream and so my other dreams are forgotten, and later today after work I took a nap but I did not record my dreams or experiences during this but I do barely remember a little bit of my nap.
All that I can remember of this dream is that I was helping a patron with maybe light-color skin (maybe a man, but I could be wrong), I assume that we were at The BP Library and that I was there working, but I am not sure.
Last night I went to bed very late and I overslept without voice recording my dreams after staying up late doing various things like watching the Floyd Mayweather Jr. Vs. Conor McGregor fight, and so I barely remember one topic that was in several of my dream fragments last night.
The end of my last dream was so sudden and surprising and confusing that I woke up by accident, I immediately tried to organize my memory of the end of the dream so that I could voice record it, but this and some other things caused me to forget most of my other dreams and even most of my last dream including some of the parts that I had remembered when I first woke up but forget right before I could voice record them.
I did not remember part of this dream until later this morning, unfortunately all that I can remember of this dream is the end of the dream out of context, and so it does not make much sense because I forgot most of the dream.
It was evening or night because it was dark, I was now on foot at a college campus where I lived because I lived in one of the college dorms or apartments, I had a silver and maybe black pistol in my pocket that I had possibly recently shot but I am not sure who or what I shot or shot at or why, and now I was on the run trying to get back to my dorm or apartment to hide hoping that the police would not find me or figure out who I was or find the gun or have their dogs smell the gun powder on me.
I wish that I could remember what happened but I can not so this does not make sense to me, I just know that I needed to escape and hide and hopefully that would work, and I remember running through a back alley that was a combination of the alley behind The E House and my aunt JE’s house and The C Dorm and the MS University apartments and some fictional college dorms and apartments and their parking lots.
I reached the area behind the college apartments and dorms where I lived but I heard and saw the police driving up in police cars with their lights and sirens on to block the front and they were probably slowly surrounding the neighborhood, and I assumed that they would stop to question and search each person they saw outside so I stopped to try to figure out what to do.
I saw some students walking to the front of the buildings but I waited to see if they would be stopped and questioned and searched and to see if the police had any dogs or not, the situation seemed bad and I was not sure what to do, and I thought about my options but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
All that I can remember of this dream is that it started outside during the day and I remember a battle going on between some characters from the Japanese anime Dragon Ball Z like Goku and Vegeta et cetera versus some unknown threats, and I was there and maybe helping or just watching as they flew around fighting and using their powers.
Goku was using a special power that made him bigger and more dense and heavy so that he could take more damage and be harder to knock around, this was working, but he ended up getting too tired and needed to rest so someone else and I had to help him leave the battle to rest.
We took him to a parking lot full of people who seemed to be from Japan, they recognized Goku and they were excited and wanted to approach him, but they respected him and gave him space and time to rest on the sidewalk in the shade.
While Goku was resting I walked inside one of the buildings and a fashion show was going to take place soon, I knew some of the fashion élite and where their reserved seats were, but I decided to not approach them because they would probably be embarrassed to be seen with me.
I walked to the public seating area and I saw a man who looked like Swoozie (Adande Thorne) from YouTube sitting on a row alone one seat away from the right entrance to this row, and so I was going to sit on this row because it was mostly empty but Swoozie started acting like a jerk.
Before I could sit down he was looking forward angrily without looking at me like he was better than me and he said that this was taken, he seemed to be waiting on his girlfriend to sit in one of the seats next to him, and so I asked which seat was taken but he continued looking forward and once again said that this was taken without explaining.
Every time I tried to talk he would interrupt me without looking at me and say the same thing, the row in front of him was mostly full of some people who I recognized as people from Eastside who I knew and they knew me, and they all seemed to be family and more people were arriving so I did not think that they would have enough room left for me.
One of them was a man with dark-brown skin with black hair who reminded me of a former schoolmate of mine and/or B a male cousin of my male cousin ME, he was looking forward as well and he also looked angry, and he seemed to be angry at how Swoozie was treating me and how I was putting up with it.
He seemed to be looking forward trying to control himself from punching Swoozie out of his chair, I continued to stand in the aisle trying to get Swoozie to answer my question so I could sit down, and eventually the man in the row in front of him angrily told me that I could sit in the only empty seat left on his row which was next to him.
I asked him if he was sure and I told him that I did not want to take up that seat from one of his family members, he angrily repeated himself, and so I thanked him and I sat down next to him.
He probably angrily told me that I should have stood up for myself against Swoozie and just sat where I wanted to, I then talked with him and his wife who was wearing a nice dress and some of his family members as we waited for the fashion show to start, but then something strange happened where the man and his wife were sitting on a couch instead of the seats and I told them that I needed to use this couch to launch it somewhere and somehow I hoped that this would save the world; which makes no sense but it was probably connected with the Dragon Ball Z battle that was still going on outside. 😀
I told them that I would buy them another couch and that I would buy the wife a new dress, they agreed to let me launch the couch, and so I sat on the couch alone and somehow set it up to launch; and I launched myself and the couch in the sky or something but I can not remember this part.
Oddly what I do remember is seeing part of an episode of a television show that was like the television series Girlfriends, and I remember seeing a woman with light-brown skin with long curly dark-brown hair with blue eyes who looked like a better-looking version of the actress Tracee Ellis Ross on this episode.
The dream then jumped to me landing or crashing the couch in the field outside my parent’s yard, the man and his wife and some of his family ran over to greet me and see if my plan to save the world worked and to see if I was okay, and we briefly talked about the television episode that I saw.
As we were talking we saw at least three objects fly over us, maybe two helicopters and maybe a white object, and they flew in the direction toward the street where my uncle IC lives.
To make things even more strange we then saw a small maybe white and red maybe single engine airplane fly over us but then it started to spin out of control like it was going to crash near us so we started to run toward my parent’s yard, the airplane crashed in the field to the right of us and maybe somewhat exploded sending the propeller flying over us toward my parent’s yard so we stopped to see where it would land so that it would not hit us, but then we saw a short fat missile fly toward it that looked like a small version of the fat man atomic bomb and it was shot by an old maybe World War II airplane that then flew over us in the direction where the missile and other aircraft had went and I imagined or saw in my mind that this airplane being flown by an old man with white skin with gray and white hair who looked like he was probably a World War II military veteran.
We thought that the missile (bomb) would hit the propeller but it passed it without hitting it and it headed toward the direction where the other aircraft had flown and the propeller fell in my parent’s yard, and soon there was an explosion in the distance in the direction where the missile had went and we feared that the missile (bomb) was possibly a nuclear bomb or chemical bomb or biological bomb so we started running to my parent’s yard to run inside one of the houses and I was running toward a fictional house where the no-longer-abandoned house should be so maybe that was my fictional house.
The explosion probably caused a slight flash and burst of wind so I thought that a shock wave would kill us and that radiation or something would hit us but it did not but I did see some almost atom bomb-like smoke (clouds) maybe or something from the explosion, before I could reach the house there was a secondary explosion or attack from the first one that sent incendiary (flare-like) things on the ground blocking my path to the other house and blocking the back and sides of my parent’s house.
Maybe an incendiary-like fire-like substance started to spread through the yard and/or a third stage explosion or attack possibly released an unknown liquid substance that made the fire (whatever) worse and/or started another type of attack (risk), we were confused and had no idea if this was a government (military) experiment or an invasion or an advanced terrorist attack, and this seemed to be planned and like our paths were being blocked intentionally.
I was confused and we were blocked on all sides except for one, I was not sure if we were exposed to radiation and/or chemicals and/or some other forms of attack, and I was not sure where we could go to be safe so we stood there trying to decide what to do as things got worse around us.
This caused me to accidentally wake up like maybe I subconsciously tested to see if I could wake myself up to see if this was a dream or not, sometimes in dreams I accidentally wake myself up if I get too panicked and/or scared and/or excited, because long ago I learned out to wake myself from dreams and this got easier and easier the more I did it until now I accidentally do it.
We went to the bathroom and I opened the door, and saw about four police officers getting killed by a clown with sharp teeth with blood all over his mouth.
I told my brothers to run & I told them tell everyone else to leave the building, and I would fight the clown long enough for everyone to escape.
The clown was biting, scratching, and hitting the police officers.
They were getting beat so bad that they could not even shoot their guns and the clown was smiling, eating some of the police officers, and he was drinking some of their blood.
I closed the door and I hoped that the officers would win, I was outside the door at this point, and I could not see what was happening.
I heard some gunshots from inside the bathroom, and I started to try to give myself courage, for if I had to fight.
I started to get serious and I felt like I would not survive the fight, and some how I had a katana at this point.
When I stopped hearing noises I went into the bathroom and all the police officers were dead, and the clown was eating and/or drinking the blood of one of the officers.
The clown saw me and he stood up smiling with blood on his teeth, he saw that I had a katana, and he started to laugh.
Then he pulled out a katana, and I think that he said that it will be fun killing you.
Then he ran at me super fast, so fast that I could only see a shadow-trail/blur of him. (He was moving so fast that you saw part of him standing while he was really somewhere else, and so he was so fast that my brain could not process his image/movements fast enough)
I started to block his attacks barely, the clown seemed surprised and he was excited that I survived his first few attacks, and he said that he had not fought anyone that had survived his attacks for that long for a long time; and that he was really going to have fun killing me.
The clown started laughing and moving around fast, but I kept blocking his attacks.
It was like the fight in the movie Blade when Blade was fighting Deacon Frost at the end, and sparks were flying off of my sword every time he attacked.
I knew that I could not survive longer, he was too fast and I could not even attack, and all I was doing was blocking & trying to dodge his attacks.
I started to feel like giving up, but I knew that I needed to waste enough time so that everyone else could escape.
So I started trying to give myself courage again, I reminded myself that this was my last fight, and that I wanted to die giving 100% of my full potential/power in this fight.
I then felt powered up like a hero fighting his last fight in a movie, and I started to attack the clown.
The clown was surprised, and we both started to block, attack, and dodge.
The clown was on the defensive now and he seemed to enjoy the fact that I was fighting better, and the clown even congratulated me for fighting so well.
But at this point I became tired, I knew that I had wasted enough time and that the clown was not tired at all, and so I knew that I was about to be killed by the clown soon.
So as the clown was moving in to finish me off/kill me, I woke myself up from the dream.
After waking up I went back to sleep, and I had a dream that a young woman from Japan (Japanese) was going to teach me how to sword fight better.
The young woman found me at Walmart, and she told me that she would come to my parent’s house to train me.
We went to my parent’s house, and we started to train in the yard.
The butler gave me one of the fencing swords, and it was super thin and it felt weak.
The young woman said that she was going to test my current sword fighting level/skill, and so we started to fight.
My sword was so weak that it broke after blocking a few attacks, and so I got another sword from the butler.
Each sword kept breaking until there were none left.
I asked her that next time could she please give me better swords, and I asked her why did she not give me a katana.
She did not answer my questions, and I woke up.
The Yellowish Circle Shaped Being (Entity)
My next dream took place at my parent’s house on a sunny day, that seemed like a Saturday.
I was in the house, and suddenly members of my mom’s side of the family kept coming inside our house.
I thought it was a family reunion or something, but I heard one of my aunt’s saying that some strange yellowish colored thing had brought them to our house.
I went outside and everything seemed normal except some yellowish being (entity) that had a circular shaped body and a circular shaped head, arms, no legs, no eyes, no nose, no mouth, and it had yellowish hair that was styled like Vegeta from Dragon Ball Z, it flew over our yard and it dropped off two of my cousins in the yard & it flew off.
I tried to run out of the yard so that I could follow the thing, but there was a force field preventing us from leaving the yard.
We went inside my parent’s house, and everyone was talking about what had happened to them.
It seemed that this entity was collecting everyone on my mom’s side of the family, and it was bringing them to our house.
For some reason it was trapping us in our yard, and no one knew why or what it wanted.
A few of my cousins (ME, DW, EE, ME, MG) and I went to the kitchen to think up a plan to attack the entity the next time it came to our yard.
We decided to take some alcohol, put it in some bottles, put a rag in it, light it, and throw it at the thing to burn it. (Basically a Molotov cocktail)
As we were making them, we heard people going outside, and so we went to the back door of our house to see what was going on.
The yellowish entity was floating outside near the back door, and members of our family were asking it what it wanted and why did it bring them here.
It just stood there and it said nothing, so my cousins ran to the kitchen to get the cocktails, and attack the thing.
All of them ran outside but each time one of them threw a cocktail at it, it just raised its hand and it would shoot the cocktail back at them, and then it would send them flying backward through the air knocking them unconscious.
I ran to the kitchen, grabbed a Molotov cocktail, and I ran outside to throw one at it while it was not paying attention.
But it raised its hand and the Molotov cocktail flew at me, but I dodged it, and then I ran to attack the entity but it sent me flying unconscious across the yard.
I then woke up in the dream on the ground in my yard, and my cousins were on the ground just waking up too.
I saw my dad raking the leaves, and then my cousins and I started to try to make a new plan to attack the thing with for the next time that it came again.
Then I woke up.
The Grim Reaper
My last dream was short, and I had this dream right before waking up one day, a few years ago.
I was at a dance, it seemed almost like a senior high school dance, and I was dancing with some unknown young woman.
We were having a good time and we were talking about something as we danced, but suddenly a portal opened up behind the young woman in the air.
Something that looked like the Grim Reaper pointed toward me from the portal, and it started to drain my life / life force / energy / whatever away.
I could not move and I felt like all my energy was being taken/drained, and that I was going to die.
I tried to fight it but it was too strong and right when I was about to give up and die, I woke up or I woke myself up from the dream.
I hope in the future that I will one day get a rematch against each of these dream antagonists, especially the clown.