Last night I remember part of several dreams, with the first dream probably taking place in a fictional version of D at McDonald’s during the day, and I think that my uncle W, several other family members from my dad’s side of the family, some of my former classmates, many unknown people, and I were there.
I can not remember what happened exactly but at some point we all went outside for some reason, we split into two different armies somehow & for some reason, both of our armies used two separate wooden porch-like structures as our bases, both bases were on opposite sides of the field, the other army seemed to be led by my uncle W probably, my army seemed to not have a leader but several people & I gave most of the orders while fighting with the rest of our army, and both of our armies had a war against each other but I am not sure why or for what purpose.
We used real looking weapons such as rifles, assault rifles/carbines, grenade launchers and/or artillery, grenades, pistols, sub-machine guns, et cetera; but our weapons shot and/or exploded only plastic bullets and/or plastic pieces, but they still hurt.
It was like a real war but I do not think that anyone died and both of our armies spent most of our time fighting from a distance, the war was probably longer than any war in any of my dreams before, it was so long that there were moments of no fighting where I would check our defenses & I would sometimes issue out orders.
There were moments of artillery strikes, where we would have to take cover, as the shells exploded & plastic pieces shot around the area hard enough to break small pieces of wood from our base.
Our base had two floors and it was raised a bit above the ground where we could sometimes hide under from explosions and/or shoot at the enemies legs, the first floor had no walls & it was like a porch, the second floor had walls & our snipers & wounded & resting were on that floor; but I can not remember what the other army’s base looked like.
Both of our armies spent most of our time at our bases firing back & forth at each other, but sometimes our armies would move forward in the field trying to fight our way to each others bases, but we would push each other back to our bases.
My army used a mostly defensive strategy, using our base as a shield, and we would fire & take cover and/or run forward firing & then run back taking cover; and I would constantly check our defenses when I had a chance, and so I was moving around a lot fighting & giving orders.
I would encourage my fellow soldiers, I would help move the wounded & check on the wounded, I would let the rested soldiers know when to enter the battle, I would give covering fire, I would offer strategy advice & give orders, I would give target information to the snipers, and more.
The battle was back & forth and pretty realistic, with boring periods, action packed periods, and normal periods.
My uncle W, I think, would yell & command his army and their strategy was mostly offensive; and they used explosives more than we did, and they would try to charge our base a lot.
My uncle W did not really fight, I think, he mostly just yelled orders at his soldiers and he stayed in the safety of his base mostly.
After a long battle, during one of the break periods, I went on one of my usual checks of our defenses; but on the second floor the snipers were sleeping and I got angry & I woke them up as I noticed enemy soldiers sneaking to our base, and so I had to start shooting at the enemy soldiers & giving orders to the others to alert them of the threat on our left flank.
Our left flank was about to fall & the enemy soldiers were almost close enough to enter our base, but my quick actions & the rapid response of the rest of my army, allowed us to force them to retreat; but in anger my uncle W ordered a huge artillery strike on our base, which forced us to take cover, and I got hit/tipped by a few plastic pieces during the artillery strike.
It stung/hurt a bit, but I was okay, and a few soldiers & I came up with a strategy that allowed us to recover & finally win the war; but I forgot what that strategy was, and I forgot how we won.
After the war both of our armies got together to talk about the war & we laughed & we had a good time; and so I guess the war was all for fun or something & no one died.
The next dream took place in a fictional version of D during the day in a fictional field near where the Post Office should be, I only remember the end of the dream, which involved my dad wanting to get rid of several new fictional cats; and we objected, but that is all that I remember of that dream.
The last dream took place around this same area, but during the evening, and I was walking down the street near the train tracks; and I saw some people with lights working on the train tracks, and then I saw a blind woman walking alone.
I thought that was odd and I thought about asking if the blind woman needed help, but then I saw my brother CC walking & I stopped to talk with him & I might have asked the blind woman if she needed help & she might have said that she did not need help & she thanked me.
I walked back past the fictional field to a spiral stairway which was connected to a fictional school and dorm building that has been in a few of my dreams before, and I remembered the building & I remembered where my old dorm room was & I remembered what I last put in that room when I last dreamed of this place.
I knew where my new dorm room was somehow but I decided to go to my old dorm room to look through my stuff from my last dream, and in the old dorm room were piles of stuff from my last dream & school stuff from in real life & school stuff of several other former classmates of mine; and most of the stuff was old class work & school photographs & other school paperwork.
In the last dream of this place I had tried to separate my stuff from the stuff of others, and so one pile of stuff had things with my name on them & some of my old photographs from school; and I could clearly read my name in cursive and I could recognize my handwriting & I could read some of my school work.
I found several photographs of my former classmates MB & HT, and somehow I knew that they would be in my next class & so I was going to give them their photographs; and then I tried to separate stuff of other people I knew, so that I could give them their stuff too, but then my former teacher coach K came walking in the hallway arguing with someone on the phone about a legal dispute.
He then saw me going through the stuff and he asked me what I was doing, so I explained the situation to him, and then he said that he had no objections; and then he started back arguing on his phone with someone, but I woke up.
The end,
-John Jr 
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