Abby Martin Gets Shot In The Head At A Protest

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I slept very well last night only waking up one or two times to use the bathroom, I am not sure if I remembered having any dreams or not, but I think that I had at least one or two dreams before waking up to use the bathroom but I can not remember them at all; but I do remember part of my last dream/semi-dream/semi-daydream that I had before getting up out of bed for the day that was probably somewhat inspired by an audio interview on that I listened to last night of the journalist Abby Martin being interviewed by Matt Staggs back in December 19, 2012:

DisinfoCast 38: Abby Martin | Breaking The Set

The dream/semi-dream/semi-daydream took place outside during the day on the streets of an unknown city during a protest where there were a lot of people protesting as the police wearing riot gear watched from a distance in a wall formation blocking one side of the street, and I was at the protest with the journalist Abby Martin and her film crew like maybe I was a helper/volunteer or part of her film crew but I am not sure if this is correct or not or why I was at the protest or what I was doing at the protest exactly.

I assume Mrs. Martin was covering the protest as a journalist and/or she was taking part in the protest but I am not sure, it was a somewhat loud but peaceful protest, and I remember us standing in the middle of the protest in the middle of the street; and I was standing near/in front of Mrs. Martin who was facing my direction smiling and talking while maybe holding a microphone like she was reporting what was happening around us to the camera.

Suddenly it seemed that something hit Mrs. Martin in the head like someone had shot her, I automatically assumed that it was the police, and that they had started shooting rubber bullets; and that maybe they had purposely targeted Mrs. Martin as their first target before shooting more rubber bullets at the protesters.

Mrs. Martin was knocked unconscious instantly and I ran to catch her as she fell to the ground with a bit of blood coming from her head, I/we were shocked, and I remember panicking a bit while trying to check her pulse and trying to see how bad her wound on her head was; and I remember telling the rest of her film crew that we needed to get her to a hospital quickly, and I carried Mrs. Martin and we ran to an automobile to rush her to a hospital.

I sat in the backseat with someone sitting to my left side with Mrs. Martin laying across my lap while holding her hand with one hand while also checking her pulse with that same hand (she had a pulse), I was wiping some of the blood off of her head with a napkin or something like that with my other hand and lightly putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding (the wound seemed to only be an impact wound where the skin was cut a bit and maybe the skull was lightly fractured or barely broken but I was not sure, but I felt/hoped that she would be okay), and I was talking to Mrs. Martin even though she was unconscious because I was a bit in shock/worried about her safety and so I was telling her to hang in there/we are going to get you to the hospital/et cetera.

I seemed to be very emotional/worried about her safety like Mrs. Martin and I were friends and/or like I really looked up to her and/or like I felt that it was my job to protect her and/or something like that, I even slightly cried a bit as Mrs. Martin opened her eyes as we were arriving at the hospital and she asked me what happened/what was going on, and I told her to try not to move and I explained what had happened to her and that we were arriving at the hospital now; and then I carried her out of the automobile to rush her into the hospital with the rest of her film crew.

We rushed her into the emergency room of the hospital which was a tall modern multi-story building/hospital with many glass windows, we explained everything to the nurses/doctors, and I put Mrs. Martin on a stretcher; and they took her further into the hospital to check her wound, but they would not let me/us come with them and so we asked them to let us know when we could see/visit Mrs. Martin and we waited in the waiting room.

At some point they let us visit/see Mrs. Martin, she was now in a hospital room in a bed, and I remember sitting next to the bed and holding her hand telling her that I am glad that she is/was okay; and then she joked about seeing me cry for the first time saying something like: “S##t Man! I saw you cry/crying!”, I joked about her still having a potty mouth/cursing too much and that even the rubber bullet/whatever could not change that and I said that I guess that means that I am really human after all, and I told her that she was probably the second person to ever see me cry in my adult life (the other being my mom).

She also joked about not following my suggestion to wear a helmet (once again using some curse words during our conversation), before the protest I had suggested that she wear safety equipment like a helmet during the protest but she did not follow my advice, and she joked that she was considering some of my recommendations now; and we continued talking/joking, and it seemed that she was going to be okay but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


Getting Shot In My Finger

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For some reason(s) I forgot most of my dreams from earlier during the night, even though I know that I had them, but I only barely remember part of two dreams that I had before waking up.

Dream 1

I only remember part of the end of the first dream that I can remember part of which took place during the day in a fictional area/city that looked a bit rough/poor, I think that some people I knew (one or more family members and/or former classmates and/or someone like that) had invited me to a meeting to talk about a gang/mafia/group/business/whatever (I can not remember what it was exactly that they were starting/trying to expand) that they were starting/trying to expand, but I was not interested because I thought that they might be involved in illegal activities; and I did not want to take part in any illegal activities or any gang/mafia/et cetera groups.

They convinced me that it was only going to be a meeting and nothing illegal was going to take place, and so I decided to at least go to the meeting to see what they wanted to talk about; and the meeting was at a building that they were renting from a man who seemed to be from India (Indian) who also owned a gas station next to the building.

The building and the gas station were on a sidewalk next to a street probably not far from a poor neighborhood, the area looked a bit grayish/old/trashy/abandoned with mostly destroyed posters/fliers/et cetera on parts of the buildings & electric polls, and the building that they were renting looked slightly like an old automobile mechanic shop or an old firefighter station; and the entrance was just one huge open wall or a huge garage door that was lifted where I could not see it, and this led to a large open room.

In the back of the large open room there were two or three doors that led to other rooms like bathrooms, maybe bedrooms, kitchen, et cetera; and more people than I had expected came to the meeting including some of my direct & indirect family members, former classmates, other people I knew, and several unknown people.

We waited for everyone to arrive while talking and doing other things, I was still suspicious, but I did not see or hear about anything illegal going on; and I slowly became a bit less suspicious as the dream continued, but we got interrupted before the meeting could start.

The owner of the building & gas station who was a somewhat tall business-like man with medium brownish colored skin with short somewhat shiny black colored hair wearing dark dress pants with a dark-colored belt with dark-colored dress shoes with a light-colored long sleeve dress shirt who seemed like he was from India entered the large opening/entrance to the building along with two somewhat short male henchmen who seemed to also be from India, and I think that they had wooden clubs as weapons and they looked like members of a poor street gang in India.

The owner and his henchmen looked like they had come to intimidate/threaten the people I knew who had invited me to the meeting, they had expected only one-to-three people to be at the building, and so they were surprised to see so many people; but they continued to act tough, and the owner started threatening the people I knew who were renting the building from him.

It seemed that he was afraid that they would start competing against his business interests in the area, and so he had come to intimidate them to stop them from starting/expanding whatever they were trying to start/expand; and so I walked up to the owner asking him if the people I knew were doing anything illegal or if they were breaking any of his renting rules or if they were not paying their rent, and they were doing everything that they were supposed to do.

I asked the owner if he wanted to end his renting contract with them, he said no, and so I told him that he had no legal right to come here threatening people with henchmen with weapons; and I kindly asked him to leave because we did not want any trouble, but this made him even more angry.

The owner started yelling threats at us and him and his henchmen wanted to attack us but there were too many of us, and so the owner reached into his pocket to pull out a handgun; and so I ran at him to try to grab the handgun before he could shoot us, and his henchmen were going to try to stop me but they were afraid of the others with me and so they waited to see what would happen.

The owner pulled out a very small black colored handgun that was one of the smallest handguns that I have ever seen, it looked almost like a toy, but it was a real handgun that probably used bullets no bigger than a .22 Short round; and I grabbed the gun as he tried to point it at us/me, but as I was pulling the gun from him he fired one shot that hit my finger.

I still managed to pull the gun away from him and I stumbled back holding my bloody finger/hand in pain but it did not hurt that bad, I was more angry than hurt, and I unloaded the gun; and I threw the gun to the ground in anger calling the owner a punk/coward, and I felt like beating the owner & his henchmen up by myself (I might have hit or put the owner in a lock/submission hold, but I am not sure).

I was very angry and I looked at the owner & the henchmen like I wanted to kill them, I dared them to attack me now that they had no gun, but then I started trying to calm myself down; and I reminded myself that violence would probably only make this situation worse.

The others were running forward to attack them but I told them to stay back, I said that enough violence had already taken place, and that more violence would not help the situation; and then I stared at the owner & his henchmen, and I strongly said something like:

“This is what is going to happen now, since you are not ending their renting contract/since they are not breaking any rules or doing anything illegal, you and your henchmen are going to leave and never come back unless it is for legitimate reasons and you and your henchmen are to never try to threaten/try to harm anyone here again or any of our family/friends/et cetera, and you are to never come here with guns or any other weapons again; and if you come here trying to kill anyone again, you are going to die/I will kill you, now get out of here now!”

The owner and his henchmen left angrily, I stood there watching them leave angrily while holding my bloody finger/hand, and when they left I looked at my finger trying to see if the bullet had went through my finger or if it was still in my finger or if it only tipped/grazed my finger; but I could not tell, it seemed that the wound was not as bad as you would think, and so I did not rush to a hospital & so I wrapped it with something until I could go to the doctor later.

After what had just happened, I was now angry/determined/focused, and I decided to help the people I knew with whatever they were trying to start/expand as long as it was not illegal or against my beliefs; and we started the meeting, and I gave them a lot of advice/ideas/et cetera.

I wanted them to buy this building if possible so that they would not have to worry about the owner of the building owning the property, I wanted them to improve their defenses and make sure that they watch the owner to make sure that he does not try to attack them again, and I wanted to help them get started & stable with whatever their plans were at least; but that is all that I can remember.

Dream 2

The next dream took place in D at my parent’s house on a gray day where it was going to rain, some of my indirect family members like my cousin EE/my aunt DE/my uncle EE/et cetera had come to my grandfather’s house to visit, and for some reason some of them wanted to camp out in a tent in my parent’s yard.

I knew that it was going to rain and so I found this to be odd but I was not worried about it as long as they did not bother me, and so they set up a tent next to a fictional semi-indoor/outdoor building that was in my parent’s yard near the clothesline; and this small building had walls that were just screens where you could see outside & get fresh air & keep the bugs out, and it had a roof to keep out most of the rain.

They started camping early before it was even evening oddly but it started to rain, so they moved from the tent to the semi-indoor/outdoor building, but I woke up shortly after this.

The end,

-John Jr


Cleaning A Bedroom At My Aunt JE’s House And Helping A Chihuahua

I only somewhat remember part of one dream from last night, which mostly took place at a slightly fictional version of my aunt JE’s house, and it started when my aunt JE started beating/knocking on the door at my parent’s house early in the morning in the real world & in the dream; and my mom answered the door in the real world & in the dream, and then my mom went to my aunt JE’s house with my aunt JE.

At some point in the dream I went over there as well, I saw my mom & I talked to her, she was cleaning parts of my aunt JE’s house & helping with some other things; but at the time my aunt JE was in another room watching TV not helping, so my aunt JE did not know that I was there, and I started cleaning a fictional version of the room that my cousin DE used to stay in.

At some point my mom left and so I was still there cleaning one of the bedrooms, my aunt JE still did not know that I was there, and at some point my aunt JE started walking to the bathroom in the hallway near the bedroom that I was cleaning; and so I decided to walk out of the bedroom to let her know that I was in the house cleaning to avoid scaring her, I did this, but she started to have a negative reaction in one of her mentally/emotionally unstable-like ways.

She started to accuse me of breaking into her house, of being a thief, of being a spy, and more; and I tried to explain that I had been there helping clean her house since my mom was there, but she would not listen to me and she continued her mentally/emotionally unstable rant like she was going to call the police.

It was pointless continuing and so I was going to leave to avoid the police being called & to avoid my aunt JE from becoming more unstable, I called my mom to tell her what had happened while I stood in the kitchen, and I noticed my uncle CE outside the window talking to my aunt JE’s neighbor Mr. FF in his yard (which is not visible from my aunt JE’s kitchen in real life, but it was in the dream oddly); and I waved at them, and then I walked to my grandfather’s yard since I saw my brothers over there.

In my grandfather’s yard near a rusty metal barrel I saw Mr. FF’s pet Chihuahua and she looked wounded with a possible cut along her side with possible dry blood and/or saliva over the possible wound, she looked dehydrated, she looked hungry, she looked tired, and she looked like she was probably dying if nothing was done soon to help her; and so I petted her on the head while calmly talking to her, she was too tired to run from me this time since she is not familiar enough with me to let me pet her in real life, and then I told my brothers about the Chihuahua.

I found some gloves and I went to pick the Chihuahua up so that I could take her to her owner Mr. FF, who was still standing across the street in his yard talking with my uncle CE, but she tried to run/crawl from me to hide under some soft dirt & ash next to the fire pit near the rusty metal barrel; but I managed to pick her up before she could escape under the dirt & ash.

I then started walking to take her to Mr. FF to tell him that she needed immediate medical attention to save her life, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr


Crying Like A Man

Last night I forgot most of my dreams due to a few dramatic parts in my last dream, but I think that I had a dream or dreams that had something to do with L, a job, driving, and my parents.

My last dream took place during the day in a fictional version of D where the SB should be, I had just drove to D from L probably, and I might have stopped at where the SB should be which was larger than in real life and it looked like a building that has been in a few of my past dreams; and I might have met and/or worked with my dad there.