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A Familiar Building Being Used Several Different Times

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I really have not felt like typing my dreams the entire day and I still do not feel like typing my dreams, I have felt a bit depressive / depressed / et cetera, but I will try to type this dream anyway; but I might/may be lazy and skip parts, and make more mistakes than usual.

I can not remember the beginning of the dream but I do remember being in a slightly fictional version of the city of D during the evening and I was riding in my dad’s automobile and so was an unknown young man with whitish colored skin and my dad was driving, and we were driving to the alley of a familiar fictional area that is sometimes in my dreams.

This area was a fictionalized combination of an area near where my great-grandparents’ on my mom’s side of the family used to live and the area next to the G House that my grandfather CE owns, it is next to a street that has one or more fictional one-story brick buildings that have been in a few of my past dreams, and behind this/these building(s) is an alley and we drove into this alley to look at a familiar fictional abandoned multi-story brick building that I had memories of like maybe I dreamed of it before in one or more past dreams.

We got out of my dad’s automobile to look at the back door of the building but then to my surprise I saw the orange cat that we used to have in real life years ago who got run over by an automobile and he got the lower half of his body smashed/broken but he survived and he had to crawl/drag himself around to move anywhere but he got taken away and so I am not sure if he is still alive or not, and in the dream he was alive with his lower part of his body still smashed/broken and he crawled/dragged himself toward us because he remembered us.

He let my dad pet him but I can not remember if I petted him or not, I just remember being surprised that he was still alive and I still felt bad about what had happened to him but it was good to see him and to know that he was actually alive still, and then my dad and I entered the back door of the abandoned building with two flashlights but I am not sure what happened to the young man (maybe he was afraid to enter the building).

The building was pretty dark and dusty but the door and everything looked to be in good enough condition to live in to my surprise if someone cleans it up first, I had various fictional memories of going inside the building during my childhood to play with other children in the neighborhood and even then it was still abandoned, and so I knew the layout of the building.

We walked to the ladder that went to the second floor, it was a wooden ladder that went straight into the ceiling and there was a very small opening that you could not see because it was blocked by an orangish / tannish colored carpet-like thing that you had to climb through to reach the second floor, but it was hard to climb through and you could not breathe when going through it and it was dusty and I was worried about insects and spider webs and other things being inside of it; and so I did not want to trying climbing through it, but my dad did.

After my dad briefly looked at the second floor he climbed back down the ladder and he said that things looked pretty good on the second floor and that it was not filled with insects and other things, I felt that it was a shame that this building was left abandoned and I wanted my family to buy it or hope that someone lets us have it, and there was a time jump in the dream where my family and I got permission to either have the building or buy it but I am not sure which; and we started cleaning up the building, fixing it up, and we started moving into it during the day.

We cut a larger opening to the second floor so that we could easily reach it without suffocating or getting stuck and we made other improvement to the building, and it was a great and fun experience and it looked nice when we finished; but the dream transitioned/changed to where I was still in the building during the day but it was arranged a bit differently, and I lived there with several other men who were my fictional friends including my former classmate BH.

We all left in an automobile together to a fictional annual convention (something like SXSW (South By Southwest), which I know nothing about, but this came to my mind during or after the dream) that took place once-a-year in a city like the city of S in L, and I had many fictional memories of going to this annual convention over the years like maybe I have dreamed of this convention one or more times in the past; and eventually we reached the convention building, and there were other people there as well.

We walked around the first part of the building until we reached the middle of the building which was water and so we had to use a boat, and we drove or rowed the boat to a dock-like area that had several different booths and we would visit one of those booths every year to get a free newsletter and talk with a man who usually ran the booth, but this year there was a new young man with whitish colored skin with dark-colored hair at the booth.

Visiting this booth was like a tradition of ours and we enjoyed visiting it each year and so we were excited and ready to talk with the young man at the booth, the young man looked uncomfortable but he gave each of us a copy of the newsletter, and we started talking to him about our past visits to the booth and we talked about whatever topic(s) the newsletter was about but I can not remember what the newsletter was about unfortunately; but it was definitely one or more topics that we found interesting, and we talked to the uncomfortable young man until we decided to say goodbye to him because he looked so uncomfortable/confused as we talked about past memories of visiting the booth and conversations that we had with the man who used to run the booth and as we talked with him about the newsletter.

We got back into our boat and we drove/rowed to the next part of the building and we docked, and we started to walk around this part of the building which was very crowded; and this part of the building seemed to be focused more on firefighter/police/military/security/city worker-like things, businesses, and restaurants.

I remember walking around a busy store near the shoe section when to my surprise I saw the actor Will Smith walking toward the shoe section toward me, and then on another row I saw his wife Jada Pinkett Smith walking away from the shoe section toward her husband Will Smith; and I probably said hello to one or both of them, and then I walked out of the store to explore some of the police/military/firefighter/security/city worker-like booths.

Maybe I signed up to become a recruit/trainee at one of the booths and maybe the others did as well, I am not sure, either way the dream transitioned/changed and/or jumped in time back to the building; but now the building seemed to be owned/ran by maybe a city ran police/military/firefighter/security/city worker-like group, and the others and I were new recruits/trainees at the building which only had men there oddly.

The two main men running the place and supposedly training us were very mean/annoying and they both were somewhat strong but somewhat out-of-shape-looking men who acted somewhat like lazy military drill instructors, one of them was bald with dark-brownish colored skin and the other was a man with whitish colored skin, and they treated us new recruits/trainees badly always lecturing/cursing at us; and they were very lazy, and they made us do most of the work but I have no idea what our jobs were or what we were training for.

The two main men and the other veteran workers spent most of their time watching TV, playing video games, drinking beer, smoking, making sexist/offensive comments about women, probably viewing pornography, et cetera while the new recruits/trainees like myself had to work/clean/train/et cetera.

At some point the main man with the dark brownish colored skin started to lecture/curse at us new recruits/trainees telling us that more of us should start bringing our own lunch(es) and that more of us should leave the building during our lunch breaks because the break room was getting too crowded, and I remember him saying: “There are no women here and so there is no reason for you all to be staying around here all day, especially during your lunch breaks, and so I want more of you to leave somewhere else sometimes especially during your lunch breaks instead of huddling around here wasting up space; nobody wants to see you all day!” or something like that; but I woke up as he was still talking.

The end,

-John Jr

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A Military Murder Mystery

I remember part of one dream last night that became a murder mystery, I remember that my former classmate JC, maybe SS, and I either signed up for the military or we were in the military some how even though we did not really want to join really but we did for various reasons that must have been pretty serious (maybe serious economic reasons, and more), and then we arrived at basic training; this took place in the future where I was a bit older, whether it was days/weeks/months/year(s) in the future, I am not sure how far in the future but it did not seem too/that far.

All of us new recruits waited uncomfortably in our combat uniforms in a cafeteria & JC & maybe SS were sitting next to me at the same table, waiting for the drill instructors to pick which groups of us new recruits that they wanted to train, and I remember most of us trying to sit straight & quiet while trying to decide where to put our hands (I was trying to decide whether to put my hands on the table or under the table); and the first drill instructor entered the cafeteria, and most of us got nervous & even more quiet & still.

The drill instructor was a man who was only a few years older than us and he had medium-light colored brownish skin with a bald head & he looked like one of the characters from the film Drumline, and he walked in the room looking serious & he looked around to decide which table of new recruits to pick; and he chose our table/group.

He leaned in to talk to us and he told us a few things seriously, but then he quietly told us that we would mostly be playing basketball; but that he did not want us to tell anyone, and he made us each promise to not tell anyone about the basketball part & we each had to shake his hand several times while looking him in the eyes while promising to keep the secret.

I remember going through the promise ceremony, which he was serious about, if we did not do it he would not let us in his group; and everyone at our table did the promise ceremony.

I remember that we felt very hopeful once we realized that we had a cool drill instructor, who was going to teach us the basics required, but he wanted us to have fun mostly; and so we anticipated a very good basic training experience.

We walked outside to an area under trees with shade and it was a very nice day outside, and we met our other drill instructor (who might have been the real main drill instructor for our group) who looked like Charlie Sheen wearing a colorful headband and the old woodland military combat uniform; and there was an attractive woman with whitish colored skin with short-medium blond colored hair with him, who might have been a military medic assigned to our group & who seemed to be in a relationship with Mr. Sheen probably.

Mr. Sheen looked like a fake soldier or a military veteran who was now anti-war(unnecessary war)/anti-unnecessary violence/against the current policies of the military/government and/or unorthodox compared to the normal military culture and the woman seemed like that as well, which was interesting, and that made me feel more comfortable.

Mr. Sheen and the woman introduced themselves and they talked with us, and Mr. Sheen told us that we would be taught the basics so that we could pass basic training and so that they could keep their jobs as drill instructors (since they would lose their jobs if they only focused on having fun only instead of teaching us and we would not be ready and we would fail basic training); but we would spend the rest of the time having fun, except when the higher-ups came to check on our progress and/or if they felt that we were being watched.

Doing/learning the basics, exercising, playing basketball, and having fun when done properly could have us fit enough to pass basic training & be ready; and so it was not all about fun & games.

Mr. Sheen said that we would start with learning to march, then we left to practice marching, but the dream jumped in time to after marching practice; and we were walking to a special event in town.

I think that Mr. Sheen and the woman were activists & active politically trying to improve things but somehow they managed to keep their jobs in the military, the promise ceremony/their teaching style/and blending in when necessary seemed to have been what allowed them to survive so far; we learned more about them and their beliefs & activist activities, but I can not remember those parts.

The woman was gone and she had probably left to town earlier, and we walked into a town that looked like a slightly fictional D during the day and we walked through downtown; and on a quiet street we found the dead body of a woman with probably some of her clothes off, who we were guessing was the woman who was probably a military medic, but her body was damaged by what seemed to be acid or some kind of liquid/chemical so we could not exactly identify her.

Who ever killed her had left clues/messages that seemed to indicate that the killer was a military veteran who had probably killed her because of her activism & political activities that were not orthodox to military culture, this shocked and angered us; and we started trying to investigate and Mr. Sheen & the other drill instructor probably called the police, and they told us to go ahead to the special event.

We wanted to stay and help, but they wanted us to attend the special event and they did not want us to have to continue to see the dead woman in that condition & they wanted to look out for our mental/emotional health; and they told us to stay together in case the killer was trying to hunt all of us.

We left and walked near where the H Funeral Home is and where the church should be there was a courtyard and a one floor building were the event was, and some politicians/military veterans/security/Secret Service/press/et cetera were there.

The press were mostly outside in the courtyard, where some people were eating and drinking, and security let us inside the building after verifying that we were military; and the inside was crowded with tables of people eating and drinking.

I saw local business people, high level School Board members, a few military veterans who were mostly now successful civilians, a few politicians (one of which I think was Mitt Romney with Secret Service protection, security was pretty high for a city like D), high level police officers, and other local elites I guess you could say; and my group did not feel very comfortable or fit in, and we were still focused on finding the woman’s killer.

I had a strange feeling that the killer was at the event and that the killer was a man who was a member of the local élite and/or élite and who was a military veteran, and so I kept a close eye on the people around the event looking for threats and/or the killer; and I felt almost like a Secret Service agent watching everyone, and constantly on alert.

It was a bit annoying watching and listening to all the elite-types who we did not have much in common with, but they were enjoying themselves; I might have seen Mr. Romney sitting down eating & talking across the room while Secret Service agents were protecting him, and he was having a good time it seemed.

I also noticed one or two men wearing dress shirts with ties and slacks/dress pants with dress shoes, and I think the man and/or men were military veterans who now were civilians with good jobs; and the man or men gave off a vibe that made me think that one of them were the killers.

I felt that there was only one killer but one or two men at the event seemed suspicious, and one or both of them even looked at me with a smirk like they were letting me know that they were the killer; my memory is unclear, but I think that the man who I thought might have been the killer had somewhat dark-colored short hair in a business style haircut with whitish colored skin & he seemed to have a good job of some kind.

I am not sure if we talked, maybe, but I do know that I watched the man or men very closely for clues.

I remember the other soldiers with me talked about various things, one of which was why did SS’s dad not recommend the military to him earlier since he was a military veteran, and SS said that his dad was against him & his brother joining the military so they had never considered it until now; my guess was that SS’s dad did not want them to experience unnecessary wars like the ones that he had to fight in.

I gathered as much information about our murder investigation that I could while at the event, and at some point we left early; and as we were walking through the courtyard I noticed one or two suspicious people approaching, and something happened & one or both of the suspicious people got shot.

I think that security shot one or both of them when one or both of them pulled out pistols and started shooting in the courtyard; but I am not sure what happened exactly & I might have helped stop them, but I do know that they were not the killers of the woman.

The dream jumped a year in the future during the day and I was walking to the grave of the woman for the anniversary of her murder and the rest of my basic training group were supposed to arrive as well, and her grave was not far from the murder site; and it was next to a building that might have been a church.

There were some large concrete blocks around the grave that formed a partial wall-like structure that were some ruins of a structure that was knocked down in the past that you could also sit on, and my former classmate KC was there since he knew the woman even though he was not a solider; he knew her personally since she lived in his neighborhood.

KC was still angry about her murder as well and he also wanted to find out who murdered her, her murder was still unsolved, and so I told KC about what I had seen at the event a year earlier; and I shared with him all the information and evidence that I had gathered in my year of investigating the murder, and I even had the woman’s smart-phone that had a video of her pointing her phone camera at something/someone who you could barely see hiding behind something & she was saying something about him following her or something.

The video was unclear but the person that was mostly hidden behind something appeared to be a man with whitish/grayish colored hair with a long bear wearing shades & he looked like a biker gang member who was a military veteran, but I could be wrong; and so I told KC to keep an eye out for anyone who fit that description, so we could investigate them.

KC was so excited that he left instantly to find anyone who fit that description, and I hoped that KC would not attack them.

Then some of the soldiers from my basic training group started to arrive to the grave site, and so I greeted them; a year had passed, so we were no longer in basic training, but I was awakened by people being annoying in the real world again.

The end,

-John Jr 🙂