Hey, John Jr! I see that both you and I are using the new ‘Twenty-Fifteen’ theme! And if I may with regards to the fake racism going on in mainstream media: All (life) matters, period.
Tag: dream
Recording occasional dreams in vivid details as best remembered.
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12-8-2014 | Dream | Someone/Something Tells Me That I Am Dying Of Cancer And That My Sexual Orientation Is Homosexual Or Bisexual?
I’m glad you’re “core personality” is still intact as far as your sexual orientation as a male human especially among conservative Christians.
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20141119-1851-Dream
20141119-1851, Mom dreamt the other night that she lost something and she told Dad that she left it there and went back to ask if anyone saw her bag.
First the first time, Mom lost something and it was found or as least given back to her. No one touched her lost/missing bag.
She was so happy. The janitor had kept her lost/missing bag inside a closet full of lost/missing bags.
He asked her: “Is this you bag?”
She said: “Yes that’s mine!”
Then the scene changed in which someone gave her something that was too many for her carry that she kept dropping those items and finally gave up and told others that they can have it.
20141119-0922. An incoming thought came through as an added bonus. Don’t carry more than you can handle. Give out what you don’t need and let others have it. Another thought coincided with a recent gospel reading in which stewards are to sow their talents and not hoard it, lest it gets lost or goes missing, as in the above-referenced dream.
I asked Mom if she could dream what may have been the contents inside the lost/missing bag.
But she went on to suggest that her two prayers given by Gloria a full-Chinese, Tagalog-speaking parishioner and her prayer Novenas helped heal her.
I tried to explain to her that I sorta, kinda “released” her with my prayer that one morning during mass when she was holding the two laminated prayer cards by Gloria.
Then last night prior to nine o’clock, I tried again to tell her via Das Squirrel that I “released” her, meaning all this time, I held a deep, profound, personal grudge against the Mutha Fucka.
She started to lightly sob and claimed that she did nothing wrong during our growing years and up to now. I hate emotional parasites.
But she refuses to back down and continues to challenge this Truth upon which I had to rebuked her on the ground that I’m not the only one who can “silence” her and others who dare annoy.
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20141119-1851-Dream Journal
20141119-1851, Mom dreamt the other night that she lost something and she told Dad that she left it there and went back to ask if anyone saw her bag.
First the first time, Mom lost something and it was found or as least given back to her. No one touched her lost/missing bag.
She was so happy. The janitor had kept her lost/missing bag inside a closet full of lost/missing bags.
He asked her: “Is this you bag?”
She said: “Yes that’s mine!”
Then the scene changed in which someone gave her something that was too many for her carry that she kept dropping those items and finally gave up and told others that they can have it.
20141119-0922. An incoming thought came through as an added bonus. Don’t carry more than you can handle. Give out what you don’t need and let others have it. Another thought coincided with a recent gospel reading in which stewards are to sow their talents and not hoard it, lest it gets lost or goes missing, as in the above-referenced dream.
I asked Mom if she could dream what may have been the contents inside the lost/missing bag.
But she went on to suggest that her two prayers given by Gloria a full-Chinese, Tagalog-speaking parishioner and her prayer Novenas helped heal her.
I tried to explain to her that I sorta, kinda “released” her with my prayer that one morning during mass when she was holding the two laminated prayer cards by Gloria.
Then last night prior to nine o’clock, I tried again to tell her via Das Squirrel that I “released” her, meaning all this time, I held a deep, profound, personal grudge against the Mutha Fucka.
She started to lightly sob and claimed that she did nothing wrong during our growing years and up to now. I hate emotional parasites.
But she refuses to back down and continues to challenge this Truth upon which I had to rebuked her on the ground that I’m not the only one who can “silence” her and others who dare annoy.
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20141116-0800-Dream
Yeah so I was awaken by Mom. It was about the Dork, who for the first time appeared in a dream that I barely recall.
He was wearing his usual sleeveless tank top shirt, which was loose. He was also wearing a loose pant. Both material appear to be cotton. The colors might have been dark.
In this dream, he appeared in The Oprah Winfrey Show, again. Perhaps, Oprah might have remembered him from a previous show in which he messed up but his “watcher” intervened and fixed the mess, in which the audience, even Oprah, does NOT and will never recall.
He was smiling as he came forth from the backstage through a curtain backdrop of whitish color.
Then the scene changed. I was hovering above the stage, which had a very dark, blackish floor. The floor seemed smooth and shiny but I was too distracted with the event to notice.
To the right stage was at least one person or something present. To the left stage was a group of people.
As the Dork came forth, he started to dance. He extended his left arm to the left and seemed to bend or bow to the left and executed a normal dance move to exit and join the group to his right.
Then I hovered out of my dream and woke up. This is how I dream. I sometimes assume the observing character within the dream or hover out of sight to observe.
Fin.
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20141024-1045-Pause
20141023-1353. Mom had a dream about a baby, which was very tiny and crawled in between crevices of a radiator, water heater. It looked like it almost got its head and/or body stuck.
She wondered why it was alone and where are it’s parents. She told it that she would take care of it and love it. She told it that she’d adopt it.
She took the baby into her arms, cuddled it, cradled it. Mom seemed happy about this dream.
20141021-0657. Mom had a dream. She was going home and forgot her keys and didn’t money to take the bus. She asked if her eldest sister Juanita if she had money to take the Bart.
When they arrived home, their house was beautiful! The stairways were giant! It was wide like an outdoor park and white in color.
Arcy, one of Mom’s former co-worker was downstairs. Mom awoke five minutes to three in morning. Then Mom prayed for relatives and others.
Mom see her mother who was sitting down, but whose head was car downward while slightly slumped forward and slightly to the right. Her Mom said that she felt better when Mom was there.
Mom awoke five minutes to three in morning. Then Mom prayed for relatives and others. At four she went to bed. At four she went to bed.
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10-2-2014 | Dreams | Cockroaches In A Dream And A Hallucination Of One In The Real World | An Argument Over Who Will Lead A Family
Thou shalt not hate cockroaches! *Off-topic: I’ve been saving baby ear-wigs from inside our home and setting them free out doors. So, I just didn’t like reading about your dream-self killingn/stomping on critters. -Flynn
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10-19-2014 | Dreams | My Former Classmate JB | Divergent Inspired Dreams
Welcome to the club, John Jr! We losers have no one else but each/other losers. I hope your dream self realizes that there’s lots of exploration/discovery while still alive. ~Flynn
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10-14-2014 | Dreams | Do Ten Things To Save The Future?
With regards to the to a list of ten future, time-traveling “agendas”, you may want to refer to the “Georgia Guidestones” https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Georgia_Guidestones. This was a thought that I “thought” I could share with you and your readers. ~Flynn…
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10-18-2014 | Dreams | Ebola Virus Panic | Seeing Something That I Was Not Supposed To See | A Baby Trying To Kill Me
1. I can’t wait try the live version of Twenty-Fifteen theme. But I still use the current “The Big Brother” theme for its large fonts and suggestive name. Hehe!
2. People are overreacting to the alleged Ebola disease. I’d go on living life as normal as possible.
3. You took the correct course of action when soldiers are confrontational, err, intimidating. With recent/ongoing “rash” of abuse/corruption by law enforcement, aka cops/police, and as per my blogged thoughts, you are wise to appear as non-threatening as possible. I’ll learn to do the same.
4. As for the evil, yellow-haired girl, you’re lucky she’s not that evil to kill you. So even if she’s a shape-shifter, keep observing her. Maybe we all could learn not to judge a book by its cover, even if our “spider sense” indicates that not all bodes well.
Thanks for sharing your “dreams” John Jr. I hope to read your older dreams when my busy schedule in “living life”, doing daily chores, etc allows.
~Flynn…
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10-10-2014 | This Blog Is Closed Indefinitely Until Further Notice | Dreams | On An Alien Spaceship? + Visiting A Family + True Detective? + A Casino Scam + Refereeing A MMA Fight | A Card Signing Tradition And A Multi-Purpose Building
Oh, no! Not again, John Jr. When and if you do decide to reopen your dream blog, I’m here to read, reblog, comment, etc. But if you must go indefinitely, au revoir!
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9-25-2014 | Dreams | Walking Around Daydreaming And Thinking During The Evening And Night At W Park
Congratulations! And Happy 7th Anniversary on your blog, John Jr! Keep on dreaming, too.