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Dream From Mar 29 '22:
Am in a room, a bedroom, at someone's house.
Am standing in the room, the door is to my right, a bit behind me.
I do pace around a little bit.
In front of me, is a double bed, with a wooden frame, and some blankets.
The blankets, the frame, and the pillow are all brown.
Lying in the bed, is former US President John F Kennedy.
He is lying on his back, reclined a up a little bit, with an upside down v shaped pillow.
He is sleeping, or trying to, though not restless.
Although he doesn't look old, he does look as though he may be about to breathe his last breath sometime soon.
He looks content.
Not sure he knows he is about to die.
So, i ask him what he reckons, and, i don't give him a topic.
He reckons, he wants his heart to fall asleep.
So i pace a bit more, and then look at him.
I see him, still lying on his back, a little to his left.
He is lying rather close to his right side edge of the bed.
So, i check his pulse, with my right palm, on the right side of his neck.
There is no pulse, but that's ok, probably expected.
So, i leave the room, and then enter a kitchen, which is behind his room.
To my left, are three people, who are standing close together, front to back, not shoulder to shoulder.
All three could be men, or one of them, is a woman.
They are looking at something to their right, which i don't turn, to see.
The man closest to me, is James Norton; he is wearing a grey short sleeved tee.
Not wanting to disturb them too much, or not wanting to upset them, i ask them to check the pulse of the former President.
So i follow them into the room.
The former president is still lying close to the edge of the bed.
Im pretty sure one of the three is a woman, but i don't know who she is.
So the other man, stands behind Mr Kennedy, and crouches down next to him.
He puts his hand to Kennedy's neck, to check his pulse.
The man says something "he's gone" to confirm that Kennedy has indeed died.
Well, no one is surprised that Kennedy has died.
His death must have been expected.
Then the dream ends.

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Dream From Feb 6 '22:
Dream 2:
It is day.
The location is a backyard somewhere, in the lake mac area.
The yard has no fence, and so the yard ends at the shore of lake mac.
The house belongs to someone, but i don't know for sure, whose place it is.
My cousin Joseph and i are looking for some coloured pencils.
These are similar to, or are the same as my Staedler brand pencils.
There are many pencils, and they have been stuck in the ground.
So, Joseph and i collect them.
Some of the yard is sandstone like soil, as well as standard dirt soil.
Some are even in the grass.
We take a break from collecting the pencils.
Then i see Joseph, use his hands, to show someone the length of info, he typed into a document, about our actual 5 x great grandfather.
He indicates that he typed about 2 or 3 paragraphs of info, that was stored in the pencils.
Then i see a young male, who is sitting on a four legged seat outside, on the grass.
I see him to my left, and he is facing the right of screen.
He is sitting on a folding seat.
He says someone is stupid.
So i ask him, did he say Joseph is stupid, or did he say that both Joseph and i are idiots (for collecting the pencils).
The young male doesn't answer me.
Then, i step up onto a patio, from the grass, and collect another coloured pencil, from a concrete pot, that has sandstone looking soil in it.
The concrete pot is white and looks a bit old.
As i step up, its to my left.
The patio, is similar to, though not exactly the same as two of my former addresses.
Then i turn around, as though i'm going to step off the patio, back down to the grass.
The back door of house is behind me.
There is a corrugated like awning, covering this patio.
Dad is to my left, and about to walk away, to go leave, to go camping somewhere.
There is a BBQ to his right, in front of me.
And also a set of camping chairs in their black bags on top of the BBQ.
Pop is standing in front of me, facing me, and looks to his right, to ask dad, can he go with dad.
Pop is wearing a plain grey jumper.
Dad doesn't want Pop to go with him.
Dad seems a bit unfriendly to Pop.
I can see Pop's face fairly clearly, and he has facial stubble.
Pop looks reasonably young, about 60.
Although a bit age gap between pop and i'm about 20 something.
I don't want Pop to get out of my way, nor do i try to step around him so i can get past him.
We have a brief chat, about something.
Maybe about what dad said to Pop.
As i look at Pop, i see to my left, there is a young woman, Manon Blackman from the 800 words, standing on the grass.
As though at one of my previous addresses, i see her standing at the front of that garage, on the south side of it.
She smiles at me, but i look away, and look at Pop again.
Not sure what else happens.
And still daytime, am riding along a concrete footpath, past what is a tennis court.
There is a green chainlink fence around the edge of the tennis court.
The path is parallel to the long side of the court.
Don't know for sure where this is, but i do stop my bike, to get off, and collect some tennis balls that have bounced over the fence.
Also have my backpack (on my back).
Most of the balls are green.
Some are two tones of colour.
As for me going north, east, west or south, i don't know.
This particular location is not known to me, nor is it like any tennis court i have been past.
The path, as i go along it, is on an incline, down.
This is not a hill, though the ground could be a subtle mound.
I try to throw overarm, even with my arm out to the side.
My right shoulder just doesn't want to throw (which is still recovering from knots and old injuries).
Plus, i don't think to remove my bag, because surely throwing the balls back, will only last a few minutes.
Some of the balls i do throw, don't go over the fence.
And, the guys who are playing tennis, appear to stop playing so they can collect the balls i have thrown, which land inside the fence.
Some of the balls land on the outside of the fence.
The guys didn't ask me to stop to throw the balls back.
im actually past the tennis courts, when i see the balls on the ground.
There is a strip of grass, between path and fence.
So, i turn around, and throw the balls away from me (away from screen), to my left a little bit, because the court, is to my left.
After trying to throw one ball back, and my shoulder feeling a bit tired from that, the dream ends.
Well, i didn't have to stop, to throw the balls back.

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Dream From Nov 25 '21:
It is day.
Am with a large group of folks.
We are playing a game of cricket.
One of the guys gets out, so i have to go out and play my particular innings.
As i step out, an older woman (60 years plus), gives me my cricket bat.
However, its floppy piece of wood, about one metre long, and about one centimetre thick.
And, there is chicken wire attached to it.
i lift it up so i can see it in front of me, up to, or just below shoulder level.
Her name is on it.
Her name is mrs g something.
hmmm.
As i walk out to the field, with back to screen, and walking at an angle to my left, to the pitch, i do a quick shadow bat.
i have to hold the edging of the wood, which is rathe awkward, given the chicken wire attached to it.
The wire looks like the large square of construction fencing.
The gathering must be more than 20 people, maybe 50, maybe more.
Then i stand at the crease, and face my left, being a left hand batsman.
One ball is bowled to me and i miss it.
It goes past me, rather quick, to my right.
Or there is one person to my right, to distracts me slightly.
Then a second delivery.
Despite the bat being rather flimsy, i manage to hit the ball.
It goes away from me, to my left, at a 70 degree angle.
The folks in front of me, are blocking my view of where it went, and whether anyone caught the ball.
One bloke, who is at the back of the folks, raises his hands.
Thinking he has caught, i quickly approach him.
All the folks move out of my way, to my right and left.
i want to punch him, for claiming a catch, even though i couldn't see it, because those folks were in my line of sight.
His facial reaction to me though, indicates he didn't catch the ball.
He says to me, or points to behind himself, that the ball fell behind him.
oh, ok, well, i won't punch him.
Then i face a third ball.
This time, a young boy is to my right.
He distracts me, as a ball goes past me.
The ball hits the stumps and i am out.
However, i protest because the boy distracted me.
So, i grab him by the back of the neck with my right hand and walk him away, straight.
As we walk, i call him a twit, but then say to him, that i shouldn't call him a twit.
Then, im about to face a 4th ball, when some of the other guys, and i, run over to a small brick building, ahead of me a bit to my right.
Apparently the brick building is a toilet block with faucets and soap.
We have to wash our hands, supposedly because of covid.
As we run to the building, one of the boys or guys says that he won't touch the ground, or that he shouldn't, because of covid.
grrr!
Then, i face a 5th ball.
i hit it to my right, and then chase after it, to get it back to the bowler, because no one else will chase it.
As i run, i step over two silver coins.
Dream ends.

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Dream From Nov 4 '21:
Not sure where this occurs, but i am walking across a road, with back to screen.
On the other side of the road, is a rectangular table, parallel to the screen.
There are two men sitting at the table, who are conducting trivia.
i step past them, so they are to my left.
i continue past them, because i see a robot, like that of the r2d2, in the background.
It's got a white body, and a blue head.
In the front of head, is that of a metal slot, or mail slot, as seen in front doors in america (everbody loves raymond).
An unknown woman is with me, to my left.
As we get closer to this robot, i begin to clap it, sarcastically.
Or, after seeing the robot, i step to my left and walk that way, away from the robot, and see another one.
As i walk away, i clap sarcastically, and say out "thanks China" for the covid nonsense.
So i walk past the wall, which is to my right and up a minor ramp.

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Dream From Nov 3 '21:
One of Bon Jovi's songs, is turned into a movie.
The song could that of sleep when i'm dead.
I can see the movie title cover page, on a plain piece of white paper.
And there are several pages for this apparent movie.

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Dream From Nov 1 '21:
Am looking at a website, which is supposed to collect, keep, and share data.
However, the website doesn't do that.
Well, the html stuff, doesn't seem to include that particular coding.
And i see a digital flower like image, which is white a black background.
Maybe not a flower, but maybe a plant, that can be eaten.
Although the image is upright, the plant must be upside down.
It's round and the bottom, with the stem at the top.
Could be an onion looking shape.
The image is that of lines, in the shape of whatever plant it is.
The lines, could be l.e.d, and are streaking up, from the bottom.

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Dream From Nov 1 '21:
The location isn't specified, thought it must be a beach somewhere.
Can see waves, approaching the screen.
However, a little to my right, a bit off centre, is a rip.
It's a darker shade, of blue, compared to the rest of the water.
And its the shape of a dip.
Seems i have been taught, or shown, what a rip is, and how to identify one.

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Dream From Sept 4 '21:
Have entered a room, of what appears to be inside a doctor's place.
The room is large, could be rectangular or oblong.
It's about the square footage measurement, of a standard ground floor house.
I'm there for an apparent appointment.
Also maybe a fit drowsy or a bit fatigued from walking to this place.
I don't see myself arrive, only enter it, from right of screen.
The floor is white carpet.
So, I sit on a set of white tiles, which are in the middle of the floor.
The tiles are set, as a rectangular grid, of about 3 x 3, (large rectangular tiles going away from screen), or a bigger grid, perhaps 4 x 5.
I face a wall, which is in front of me, and parallel to screen.
My knees are raised.
Not sure what i am there for, but for something, something medical.
To my right, in front of the wall, a few steps from me, is a reception desk, and a woman standing behind it.
She is looking at me, and smiling.
Her face is a blur.
She could be smiling, to be friendly, or she could be smiling, because she knows what is happening.
To my left, is a male doctor, who is standing at a desk or something, which is a few steps from me.
It's parallel to the long side of the grid.
He is wearing a white doctor's uniform.
I am wearing a short sleeved tee.
Without asking me, he injects a syringe into my left arm, with what is probably a Covid jab.
That's not what I am there for.
so I stand up, rather frustrated by what has happened.
With my hands clasped, I gently hit my forehead with my two thumb knuckles.
In between my hands is a black tv remote.
Oh, why did the doctor inject me?
I didn't ask for it, nor did I want it.
And than, what seems to be a bit later, because of that Covid jab, I can socialise with other people.
Yeah, great, not!
one person could be John W, and inside what could be a bar or club (a bit like the Kent in Hamilton, with a wooden counter area).

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Dream From Aug 19 '21:
Am with a mate, and we are visiting a newsagent in a shopping centre, somewhere.
We are there to buy an item, be it a newspaper, perhaps a drink, or perhaps an item of stationary.
Instead of buying anything, one of the young female staff gives me, or both of us, a long rectangular booklet.
It's a lottery like book, supposedly worth a lot of money, upwards of $100,000.
The design, is similar to that panorama bible study book, that i bought from Newcastle Koorong some years ago.
We leave the newsagent, and visit another one.
It's at this second one, that we discover the booklet contains a fraudulent prize, and/or information about the fraudulent prize.
Then we visit a third newsagent, which by now, the staff knows what we are there for.
And then we visit another two or three newsagents.
The staff are unhappy that we know about this fraudulent lottery book.
Then, i stand out front of the last newsagent, as though on the west side of the shops in Stockland Glendale, near woolies.
i look south, so that woolies and those other shops are to my right.
i wait out front while my mate goes inside to ask.
while i wait, i think about having to get back to dad, so he can get me to the train station, for me to get train back to Newcastle.
dream ends.

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The book looks something like this, not necessarily the exact same one:
https://www.koorong.com/product/the-...3Fw%3Dpanorama

Dream From April 1 '14:
the location is a restaurant, probably somewhere in the United States of America.
apparently the restaurant has been built on top of an underground train station platform.
the actor who plays Vance in NCIS, is sitting at a diner booth, with seat going around the table.
not sure im sitting opposite vance, but i do see his face fairly clearly, and close.
he maybe on a lunch break or having dinner, while his colleagues investigate a case.
the time in this is not known.
building a restaurant on top of an underground train platform, seems a smart idea.
next thing i know, a train has arrived, thanks the vibration sensation through the floor; that would be a "first" for any of my dreams.
the arrival of the train seems rather impromptu or inappropriate.
was the train supposed to arrive later?
vance stand up and leaves the booth, walking away from me to my left, past me.
he goes out the door of the restaurant, and down a set of steps to the ground floor level.
the steps have a short concrete wall and handrail.
vance, who now looks like gibbs, is going down, to the left, to talk to vance, to find out what has happened.
apparently, upon arrival, the train was supposed to
1: explode at the platform, causing however much damage and possibly the collapse of the restaurant floor, despite being a first floor or higher.
2: cause an explosion.
3: trigger an explosion.
so, the train was being used as a weapon, by someone, or a group.
as for the train itself, i only feel arriving, and don't see it or can't see it, from where i am in the restaurant.
so, because the explosion hasn't happened, vance has to leave the restaurant, to find out why.
going by the look of vance's facial expression, something has gone wrong that shouldn't have, or something else has happened, that shouldn't have.
before vance stands up and leaves, and without him saying anything, i seem to know that an old man, or an elderly man has been injured, or killed, by the train.
not sure the man is killed by the train itself, or whether he was in or near the tunnel, when he wasn't meant to be there.
or, the man was meant to be there.
and the ncis got their info wrong, or were given info that was not correct.
my guess is that the old man wasn't mean to die.
so, ncis was waiting for an explosion, that didn't happen.

any comments or questions ?

Dream From Mar 8 '14:
Am reading a newspaper article, that features one of the male staff from the local Christian radio station, in Newcastle.
he is shown in a black and white photo, which looks like it was taken 50 years ago.
the man is sitting on a bench, like that of a weights bench or a chiropractic bench, and facing a device like that of a CT Scanner.
that device is to my right, and yet im not entirely sure what it is, even though it looks very much like a ct scanner.
the mans name is under the picture.
as for the text under the picture, i don't quite read it all, and im not sure what is written about the man.
because of the photo angle, he is sitting front on/side on, and i see his right side.
he could be operating the device, or waiting for the device to finish its cycle, when the photo is taken.
dream ends.

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Dream From Feb 15 '14:
it is day.
the location is the driveway of the Westdale house.
not sure i have done anything inside, to then step out the front door, but i see myself on the front path, at the front door, which is where i see the dream continue from.
from the door, i step to my left, to the driveway.
there is a vehicle parked on the driveway, the front of car facing the backyard.
the vehicle is a four door sedan, which is, or could be red.
the rear left passenger door is open, or i open it.
the occupants are female.
the front two occupants, or the driver, is facing the backyard, like that of a character is a computer game.
from the path, i take a step to the rear left passenger door, without stepping onto the driveway.
my right knee goes into the car, and onto the backseat.
and i put both hands on the seat, to support myself.
my left leg is stretched, behind me, with left foot on path.
while i'm doing that, i see the occupant who is in the backseat.
the occupant is a young woman.
she is sitting on the rear right, turned a little to her left.
i can see her face, but she otherwise not known to me.
so i sit on the seat behind the front passenger, on the path side of the car.
either, the young woman offers me her right hand, or i gently grab hold of her right hand.
well, whether she offers her hand or not, im holding it.
its when i hold her hands, that i there is a white ring on her middle finger, that has a tiny fake round ball at the top of it.
its fake, because it doesn't reflect light.
with her body turned slightly to her left, her right shoe/foot is pointed to me.
her shoes are pink and white sneakers, which could be nike, or another brand.
she is wearing black trousers or slacks, and, is wearing a white singlet/tank top.
seeing that her hand, is flat in my hand, i kiss her hand gently with my lips, the top or outside of it.
her hair is shoulder length and brown.
this unknown woman, is caucasian, and could be a little bit freckled.
then i look to my right, and out the back window, and see the front lawn of the neighbours house, on the east side.
not sure why it is i look, nothing there to see that i know.
or maybe to distract myself a little bit, from this woman.
or perhaps to pace myself, so i can ask her the next question.
and my question to her is, what is her age.
this woman says she is 17.
oh what?!
although she does speak to me, i don't hear her voice.
going by that info, that she is 17, i steadily get out of the car.
an attractive woman, like her, is 17.
how is that possible?
and then the dream ends.

any comments or questions ?

Dream From Mar 8 '14:
it is day.
am in my car, and in Brisbane Street, on the north side.
gran's old place in brisbane street, is on the south side.
am trying to reverse my car, to the kerb on the north side.
instead of reversing so that front of car, is to my left, the front of the car is to my right.
and the front of the car, is pointing to gran's place, which about two houses to my right.
Rawson Ave is to my left, about one or two metres away.
im parked, about in line with gran's former neighbour, who was an architect.
my front windscreen is dirty due to dust, or there are grey clouds in the sky overhead.
and i don't look in the rear view mirror, to reverse the car.

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Dream From Feb 15 '14:
it is day.
the location is the driveway of the rear hall of the Belmore Street Salvos.
im opposite the rear hall, with the carpark fence behind me.
i look to my left and see the old garage.
the garage has two roller doors, even though it may actually only have one.
the roller door on my side is shut, and in its position.
the roller door on the yard side of the garage is pushed back and has a flat concrete square verandah in front of it.
there are chairs and tables, from a cafe, on the verandah.
the verandah is fenced.
people could be playing on the grass.

any comments or questions ?

Dream From Jan 17 '14:
it is day.
the location is Dowe Street in Tamworth.
am at a bus stop on the west side of the street.
the bus shelter is behind me, about one metre away.
the bus stop doesn't actually exist.
the driveway of the bottle-o is on the east side.
there is medical place on my side, or something like a medical practice, and its to my right.
it may not actually exist as a medical practice.
i step forward to the bus stop, from the shelter.
the bus stop sign, is similar to the Newcastle bus ones.
so, i wait for a Newcastle bus to arrive.
the bus route number is 322.
to my right, in the distance, is bridge street, and that new shopping complex.
the bus should arrive any minute.
bourke street is to my left, a few metres away.
there could be another person at this bus stop with me.
the person could be a woman, who is older.
she is to my left and behind me.
what i know is that something is amiss with this bus stop and bus.
well, the bus won't be coming this way, and would have to fit in dowe street anyway.
dowe street is enough for cars to park along it, on both sides of street, but not all the way along.
plus, the bus may have to turn right from brisbane street, and go over the median strip.
doing that would be illegal and would interrupt traffic flow.
and, i look back at the shelter, to make sure i have all my personal belongings with me.
the bench seat, is a wooden seat, or like a shelf from a wooden bookshelf.
the three walls of the shelter, being the back of it, and the two ends, are made of corrugated iron, which are white.
the bus stop certainly isn't fancy.
so then, i walk away and still make sure i have everything of mine, which i do.
so i go for a walk, to find mum, because she will know where the bus stop is.
mum will be somewhere in peel street, so i walk there, via bourke street, which is to my left, from that bus stop in dowe street.
then in peel street, on the east side, outside the coles complex, i walk away from coles, and see mum sitting on a wooden bench seat.
the bench seat is set, so that mum is sitting, facing peel street.
the seat isn't attached to, or part of a table, for people to sit at.
to her left, being my right, is a young woman.
so i step to my and approach mum.
mum and the woman, are sitting on the bench seat, which is near the middle pedestrian crossing in this section of peel street, between bridge street and fitzroy street on the east side.
they are on the north side of the pedestrian crossing, by one or two metres.
i have walked to them and there is no traffic that i know of.
as i approach mum and the woman, i look at the woman.
the woman looks at me as well.
she is wearing a full length red dress that has thin shoulder straps; its a bodycon dress.
it may have a black flower pattern on it.
her physique is probably similar to that of mel b from the spice girls.
can see her face.
her eyes are brown, as is her hair.
her hair is about shoulder length.
this woman isn't known to me, as in being familiar to me, and i haven't seen her before.
she isn't smiling, which is fine.
her head is almost oval shape, not quite rectangular.
her skin colour isn't dark as such, but perhaps a dark shade of tan.
and not that im going to, but i wont touch the woman, while mum is there.
well i won't because i don't know the woman; i would have to know the woman fairly well, to know that she would want me to touch her.
so i talk to mum, not that i hear what is said.
whether mum has spoken to the woman, or not, i don't know.
and then the dream ends.

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