I barely remember part of one dream from last night.
I think that this dream involved some people from the porn industry making their own television and movie et cetera cinematic universe.
I think that they were using only pornographic actors and pornographic actresses and porn directors and porn studios et cetera to star in and make various television shows and films et cetera that would be family friendly enough to be shown on normal television and at normal movie theaters.
I am assuming that this is one dream or at least several connected dreams so I will type it like it is one dream because I am not sure, I did not voice record my dreams, and I can not remember most of them; but I will type what I remember.
All that I can remember of the dream is being in a fictional trailer park-like area during the day in what seemed to be a fictional version of the city of D, I remember my brother GC and I living in maybe a nice mobile home that was nicer and larger than you would think and it did not look like a mobile home really, but I can not remember if the rest of my family lived there as well or not.
Something strange happened at some point but I can not remember what it was, my guess is that strange and bad weather started causing some chaos, and my brother GC and I took shelter inside our house; and I remember other people running outside, to their houses, to drive away, and to take shelter in a town hall/restaurant/bar/recreational/et cetera multipurpose building in our trailer park.
After the chaos/storm/whatever my brother GC and I went to the multipurpose building because a town hall meeting was taking place to talk about what had just happened, we got there to find that it seemed only be people with brownish colored skin who identified themselves as being part of the so-called African-American/black race having a meeting first, and then the people with whitish colored skin who identified themselves as being part of the so-called Caucasian/white race were going to have a meeting next.
This annoyed me because I am one of the few people who does not believe in race or support race among us modern-day humans so I identify as human only and I refuse to identify as any race or races and even current science supports that the current race system is false/fake/incorrect and is just a failed social construct/creation as far as I know (but if real races are found one day among us modern humans, then I will change this belief if you can prove this scientifically, and give me a test to let me know what race or races I supposedly am so I will know without a doubt), and the community was not only divided by so-called race but as you would expect racism was a large problem as well (which can be expected when people create a fake system like race to separate, divide, identify, label, et cetera themselves and others; and it is adopted into mainstream culture, unfortunately.).
All the workers had whitish colored skin and seemed to treat everyone with brownish colored skin worse, I probably talked with some of the workers and people about this, but everyone seemed set in their race-based and racist ways; and they were focused more on that than the emergency situation that we just had/were still probably in, which made it even more annoying/confusing/illogical to me, they could not even come together to discuss our emergency situation because of their race based and racist beliefs.
This annoyed and angered me a bit but I am somewhat used to it because that is how it somewhat is in the real world unfortunately even though people try to hide it and pretend that their raced based and racist beliefs do not effect/affect them and our culture/society/et cetera consciously and subconsciously in ways that they can and cannot even realize/notice/know, and after their meeting most of the people with whitish colored skin showed up to have theirs; and I tried to talk to them as well, and they were even more aggressive/close-minded/racist/et cetera so them and the workers treated me even worse and did not listen to me and did not want me around so my brother GC and I left at some point.
Most of the next part of the dream focused on a woman with whitish colored skin with medium-length dark-colored hair from The United Kingdom (British) who was opening a business in the city, she had one or more dogs, and she wanted to help the homeless in the city by hiring people who were homeless; and she was going to start by hiring a person who was homeless to watch her dog or dogs at her business while she works, and if her business did well enough she would hire more people who were homeless for other jobs.
This part of the dream was possibly me watching a news story on the television in our fictional house/mobile home, so they were interviewing the woman and showing video of her and her business, and she seemed like a nice person who wanted to make a positive difference in the city; and it seemed that her long-term goal was to give people jobs, training, education, et cetera so that they could become independent eventually.
The last part of the dream was probably inspired by a not so funny SNL skit that I saw on YouTube last night called (Hillary Clinton Cold Open – SNL) and this part of the dream involved me possibly walking on the sidewalk in downtown D or I was watching a video clip that made it seem like I was there during the day, automobiles and people were moving around normally, and Hillary Clinton was riding in a blackish colored SUV (sport utility vehicle) in the middle passenger seat on the right side next to a window with security/bodyguards driving and in the other seats.
I was surprised to see this because I never expected to see someone like Hillary Clinton in the city of D, the windows were only lightly tinted so she was smiling and waving at some people as they rode by, and as they were driving near the restaurant before you get to the turn by the Council On Aging I saw a sudden spark hit Mrs. Clinton’s window like someone had shot it; and I saw her flinch/jump a bit and so did one of her bodyguards, but they continued driving like nothing had happened mostly.
Mrs. Clinton and one of the bodyguards did seem a bit confused like they were wondering what that was but they either tried to act calm or they assumed that it was probably nothing serious, either way someone inside and outside the automobile was recording video and caught video footage of this from both views, and some people like myself witnessed/saw this; and I assumed that someone shot the window with a gun, but I did not hear a gunshot and when it hit the window it was too quiet so even I was confused so I assumed that maybe the window was bullet resistant and that is why the impact was quiet and why the window did not take much if any damage.
The news media was showing the video clips, interviewing people, and debating and investigating the incident trying to figure out if someone had tried to shoot/assassinate Mrs. Clinton or not; but I woke up.
Part of both of the dreams that I somewhat remember from last night were inspired by the History channel television mini-series Revelation: The End Of Days, which I watched last night, but I can not remember the part of the first dream that was inspired by this.
All that I can remember of the first dream is being inside a building in a diner-like area sitting down eating, drinking, and talking with several other people including the actress Melissa Joan Hart who worked at this diner-like part of the building; and sitting in front of me at the table was a young man with whitish colored skin with short brownish colored hair who was on his mobile phone, and he was acting uncomfortable/awkward.
Not far from our table were some old objects and some of the old objects were from my past like my first computer, my first computer monitor, my first computer keyboard, my first computer mouse, and a few other things; and Mrs. Hart was looking through them, and she asked me to move the computer monitor for her so I did.
I helped her move a few other things as we talked about these old objects, she was going to try to use them or something like that, and then I remember my brother GC showing me a video that he uploaded to YouTube; and it was a video of a false memory from my childhood, maybe some of it was real because it seemed so realistic, and it is amazing how well my mind did making this look real because even the video looked like it was really from that time period in terms of video quality.
The clothing and hairstyles in the video were correct for this time period and other details like that but the area where the dream took place was fictional, it took place in a field during the day, and I think that I was in a high chair as a young kid again; and my dead female cousin AE as a young kid again was in the field as well (she was older than me, and so she did not need to be in a high chair), and she ran and she kicked/drop kicked my high chair causing me to fall.
I probably started crying and my mom probably ran over to me and that is all that I can remember of this video clip, my brother GC showed me another video clip that also took place during the day in a field, but this field was a fictional version of the field at the end of my uncle WC’s street; and I was in the field with other kids from the neighborhood, maybe a few of my cousins from my dad’s side of the family, and we were playing with tennis rackets.
My mind messed up on the details involving the tennis rackets which were modern tennis rackets instead of the older tennis rackets that we had back then, and the way that my mom responded in the dream was not realistic; but other than that this seemed to be a fake memory that was possibly based on a real memory from my cousin BC’s birthday party when I was very young.
A thin boy with dark-brownish colored skin with short blackish-colored hair who was older than me got angry about something and he started trying to hit me with his tennis racket, and he was swinging hard and wildly at me as I dodged and blocked his attacks as my mom told him to stop as she filmed and walked closer.
I fell on the ground rolling to avoid his attacks, it was like he was trying to kill me, my mom continued walking closer telling him to stop while filming; and maybe one of my male cousins and some other kids stopped him, and then my mom finally got close enough and she helped but the video clip ended.
I woke up as we talked about those video clips.
All that I can remember of the second/last dream is that the beginning of the dream was inspired by Revelation: The End Of Days, I remember being dressed up in a suit and several people and I were sent on a mission to meet some people inside a hospital/college-like building, and so we were supposed to sneak in dressed up like we were supposed to be there.
I remember us entering the building and walking to the meeting place trying to blend in, we reached the meeting place without being stopped to my surprise, and a man and several women who were scientists/doctors/nurses met us; and after our meeting we started to walk away, but they were arrested by security and the people who sent us and other scientists/doctors/nurses.
We had no idea what was going on and so this surprised us, we demanded answers because this did not seem right/correct to us to trick them like that and to use us without telling us what this mission was even really about, and they explained that a deadly bacteria that was resistant to many antibiotics was missing from their labs and spreading and that the people who we met with were probably infected with it and so they wanted to quarantine them and test a special vaccine/treatment on them using some antibiotics that they had developed.
The people we met had been part of the team working with that dangerous bacteria and on the antibiotics to treat it, there was one man and several women among them, and so we watched as they quarantined them in separate rooms and gave them the antibiotics; and most of them were infected so the antibiotics started to help most of them, but a few of them started to get worse eventually until they were given more and they started to improve again.
It seemed that their special antibiotics was going to work to help stop the spread of this deadly bacteria, like in Revelation: The End Of Days, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream.
The next part of the dream involved my male cousin DE and I riding bicycles either in the evening or night when it was dark to a fictional city that was probably where the city of LC should be, when we reached the city I decided to go to a store that was a bit like Big Lots but it had a blueish and whitish-colored logo and a different name, and I had been to this store before possibly earlier in the dream during the parts of the dream that I can not remember.
The last time that I was there I bought a stuffed poodle toy that was on sale for someone and Valentine’s Day was approaching so I wanted to buy one or more of the poodle toys for one or more people, and I wanted to see what else they had; but when I rode into the parking lot my cousin DE was not behind me, and so I sent him a text message with my mobile phone letting him know where I was.
Some other people were in the parking lot near me as my cousin DE rode up on his bicycle complaining that something was wrong with it, I heard and felt air coming from his front tire, and I saw a hole in it; and I wondered where would we find someone to patch it at night, a girl with light-medium brownish colored skin with long curly brownish colored hair who was standing near us with her mom (who looked similar), told us that we would have to have a professional patch it for us.
The girl’s mother did not know who could patch it for us so we thanked them and we went inside the store, the store was combined with three other places oddly, and the other two places included a small library and a fictional version of E Manor; and my aunt DE, my uncle EE, my cousin EE, most of my family, and several other family members from my mom’s side of the family were in the E Manor areas and most of them were watching television.
I started looking at the toy poodles and talking to people, mostly old women, as they noticed me looking at the toy poodles and Valentine’s Day stuff and desserts; and then I went to the small library area that was partly combined with a nice fictional antique version of a room from E Manor, and I saw a few old photographs from my mom’s side of the family there including one of my mom.
There was a closed-door in this area that led to the bedrooms and bathrooms of E Manor, there was another door that led to the rest of the house, and I explored this area a bit as well; and some of my family members called me over to see something that they were watching on the television, and so I walked over to see it.
They were watching an old fictional western and an attractive woman with whitish colored skin with long yellowish colored hair was left alone in a house after her husband and a group of his male family members left by horse to go somewhere, and a man with whitish colored skin dressed like a stereotypical cowboy (her husband and his family were dressed like this as well) entered the house and attacked her.
It was a tough and brutal fight and the woman was a surprisingly good fighter who was winning the fight until somehow the man knocked her down, and he started brutally punching her constantly using the ground and pound technique; and it was amazing how many punches it took until he finally knocked her unconscious.
When she got knocked unconscious there was a jump in time, you assume that she was raped but this was never said or shown, and then it showed the woman on the ground beaten/swollen/bleeding in the wilderness as her husband and his male family members returned on horses; and they ran to her, and she told them what happened so they left to find the man before he could escape.
A Native American tribe joined them in the search for the man, the tribe found a bald strange-looking man wearing a poncho who somewhat seemed like he was not even human, and they told him to stop but he refused; and they started attacking him with spears, sticks, and more but he dodged and blocked their attacks and he ran.
Somehow it seemed that maybe he escape the television into our dream world or our dream world combined with theirs but he became very short and his appearance changed, and when the tribe chased after him they also became short and their appearance changed to that of maybe a tribe from the jungle of South America.
They ran through a door on the right side of the building that led to more rooms, I ran after them to help, and my dad was in one of these rooms with some of his coworkers doing some work/construction; and the tribe and I chased the man into a room with two doors, we closed both doors, and he hid under a couch.
There were two couches and the members of the tribe crawled under the couch after him chasing him to the second couch, then I started lifting the couch because I was a normal height and not very short so I was strong enough and tall enough to do this, but then in the corner of my left eye I saw someone escape through one of the doors.
Some of the tribe ran after the person and I lifted both couches to find that the man was no longer in the room, I made a loud noise of disappointment/anger/annoyance that was so loud that my dad heard me in the other room, and he made a comment about it.
I wondered how did the man sneak past us so easily, it seemed that maybe he could shapeshift a bit and maybe he had some superpowers, and then the rest of the tribe and I ran to try to find him; but I woke up.
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Once again I seriously do not feel like typing my dreams from last night (I feel like quitting blogging) and so I will try to not waste much time typing part of two long and detailed dreams that I had last night, and both dreams took place mostly at a slightly fictional version of W Park in the city of D.
*Ultimate Lazy Overview*
The first dream was very detailed but I can not remember most of it but maybe I jogged or walked to W Park late in the evening or during the night, I remember walking around as other people walked around, and I did a lot of thinking and daydreaming about various things including probably things that happened earlier in the dream.
I remember feeling weird and maybe a bit lonely as I watched other people walking with family and friends and kids and girlfriends and boyfriends et cetera, but I was alone and at some point I got wet like maybe I fell into a river or something but I can not remember; and so I took off most of my clothes so that they could dry, and then I took off my underwear to try to dry them.
Some people were near so I found a blackish colored comforter with a reddish color around the edges to cover myself and I wrapped it around my naked body almost like a trench coat with a popped collar/the collar up, and I remember people looking at me strange; and I felt strange wearing it because I was naked underneath and I wondered if it looked a bit like a dress, and it probably looked weird and like what the members of the Akatsuki from Naruto wear.
It was time for the park to close so people were leaving and I started leaving as well but I went back to get my clothes/underwear, but then a male police officer with whitish colored skin with short yellowish colored hair came to make sure that no one else was in the park; and two other men were in the park, he caught them and arrested them, and then he arrested me.
I explained to the police officer that I was trying to get my clothes/underwear and I told him that I could prove it if he would let me show him where I left them, he agreed, and we all started to walk to where my clothes/underwear were.
One of the men was the annoying comedian-type and the police officer became so angry that he threatened us so the two men ran, and I ran because I did not want to get shot; and the police officer chased us still threatening to shoot us with his blackish colored pistol, we hid in a river under a walking bridge, but he found us and arrested us again; and he drove us near where Super A Buffet should be, but instead there was a Walmart-like store combined with a small jail in the front combined with maybe a restaurant.
There were two or more entrances to the building and the entrance on the left side had a slightly obese woman with whitish colored skin with long brownish colored hair sitting behind a table, people would sign-in for the jail and/or for something else here, and once again the police officer threatened us and the two men ran; and I ran again because I did not want to get shot, and we ran around the store as security and the police officer tried to find us.
Eventually I came across part of the jail near the second entrance/exit and there were prisoners in there wearing orangish colored prison uniforms and one of them was my female cousin TE, I said hello to her, but she walked right by me without saying anything to me or even looking at me like I did not exist; and then I escaped out of the second entrance/exit.
I decided to turn myself instead of continue running so I walked to the woman who sat at the table to explain the situation to her and to turn myself in, but I woke up.
The second/last dream took place during the night at W Park and there were people there walking around dressed up like they were on dates and/or an event was taking place, and I was wearing dark-colored dress pants with a tucked in maybe light-neutral colored long sleeve button dress shirt with a dark-colored belt with dark-colored dress shoes; and once again I was alone daydreaming, thinking, et cetera as I walked around the park feeling a bit weird/lonely/depressive/et cetera.
I remember thinking of a variety of things like my brother GC was going to be in a movie so he was preparing for the role, the music artist Kanye West was thinking about being in a movie (probably the same movie) and so he was possibly preparing himself as well, and I was seeing video clips of my female online contact NF from Germany having fun on mountains somewhere in Germany with a group of people.
From the video clips it seemed that NF, maybe her boyfriend C, and a group of people would meet sometimes to go have fun in the mountains near their city; and they would have a lot of fun.
I saw video clips of them walking/hiking on the mountains, driving/riding on the mountains, flying in a helicopter over the mountains, and skydiving near/from the mountains; and NF and the others looked so happy, and I was happy for her but I was not happy about my own life.
I was seeing these video clips in my mind as I thought and daydreamed, and at some point I had a daydream within the dream of me skydiving with them as they did group skydiving; and my skydiving partner was a woman with whitish colored skin with maybe brownish colored hair, and we jumped from the helicopter and we skydived into some water at the bottom of a mountain that was like a swamp.
It was evening and a bit dark and we landed near an alligator, we landed on a broken tree branch that was leaning against a tree, and we stood there holding on to the tree as my female partner sat on top of my shoulders; and the alligator was waiting at the end of the broken tree branch for us to fall and/or for us to get into the water.
Some people from the group came to save us in a small silverish colored metal boat and they ran over the alligator forcing it under water, we got into the boat, and we rowed to land as water got into our boat because it was so small and low to the ground and there were too many of us in it; and this was a bit scary because the alligator could attack us if we did not hurry.