Message #38064

[guest587]

June 10th, 2022

My friend William is overlapping with my Dad, they are separate but sometimes they are seen as the same character. William is going to make a film. President Trump and Robin Williams will be in the film. Before this happens my Dad is driving us in his vehicle along a beach. He is literally driving his car sideways on the beach at high speeds. I implore him to get on the road but he insist he knows what he's doing. He is drifting further out into the ocean, and I am getting frustrated because he is also drunk. The windows are down and the waves are bringing water in the car. I notice there are other cars drifting along the ocean shore and one kid is literally hanging off on the outside like it's a joyride, clinging on for his life but also enjoying getting wet and running through the water. It's kind of weird how dreams have been happening lately, like chunks of data are funneled in and all I have are blocks of information instead of any linear recall. So, although I recall scenes here in some sense of chronological order it's not necessarily the case. I remember flashes of information... For instance, William is looking to recruit people to finish a film. William and Dad are interchangeable characters. Dad sends me to find a girl to be in the film. I'm in some kind of ballroom, standing next to President Trump as he asks me what I'm doing. I explain we're looking for the girl we want to be on film. I am watching these girls and guys dance in a choreographed fashion, it's quite impressive. I actually remember the faces of each person I am investigating from a distance.
Dad who has now taken Williams job of making the film approaches President Trump and I and Dad is drunk. His eyes are watery red and his intelligence is clearly hindered. He doesn't have much to say and doesn't know whether or not to shake President Trumps hand. He leaves and President Trump tells me, "it's a shame." I am feeling impatience for Dads alcohol abuse. President Trump is no longer interested in finishing the film with us.
I am waiting my turn to use the restroom. Someone's in there before me. The door is locked as I try to open it. A young man comes out and I am now using the restroom. When I come back I have to tell Dad that people have basically given up on the project. But there are some very strange scenes flashing in my mind... This is like a new block of data which comes after all of the log above.

As I return to what feels like a summer-camp facility, like a Disney World/Hotel park area... I am also witnessing a Woman disappointed in President Trump. As if Dad and Trump are now interchangeable in their energy except they are still two separate people. By the end of the dream President Trump helps my Dad in unexpected ways. The Woman disappointed in Trump/my Father is dating someone else- she see's the drunkard who now happens to be President Trump, and kisses her boyfriend in front of him. She says something like, "he's probably on drugs" her boyfriend who happens to be a police officer says, "looks like fentanyl." The jealous drunk takes a child hostage with a toy gun. It's a fake gun... Okay, now President Trump looks more like Will Ferrell. Will is holding the child, and the off-duty officer is aiming a real gun at him. Will points the fake gun at the cop and it clicks, then he throws it at the cops face before running away.

While all this is happening, the deadline for the film project is becoming increasingly apparent. There's a certain pressure guiding the dreams along. I am walking outside on concrete and notice a trace amount of debris- twigs, pebbles and leaves in one area of the park are ascending slowly upwards through an invisible chute. I decide to step in this beam and I can feel my chest rising feeling very light. I am suddenly lifting off the ground and am transported to an, "upper level." Here President Trump is no longer in a drunken state but instead is playing guitar. He is surprising everyone, and he has a plain t-shirt on which looks like it was splashed with different colors of paint. The Woman who accused him... And my Mother are sharing the same energy. They are no longer in an accusatory mode but are watching the show in appreciation. Dad and the President- still, two separate realities, are also sharing some of the same energy dynamics. Dad still needing to finish the film and President Trump somehow hosting this club in the "upper level." As he is playing guitar I am getting flashes of him and Robin Williams.

I start to think of my friend William, and before I wake up it is like a happy ending to a surreal adventure... Dad finished the film, he recruited people somehow on his own.

As a personal sidenote... I know both my friend William and Dad abuse alcohol. I have witnessed them in waking life act in ways where I was either embarrassed by the behavior or have lost patience. It's not to judge, I have been embarrassingly drunk before too. But I don't talk to William much anymore, only because we aren't keeping in touch. We were more high school friends(years ago). His Father told me he submitted himself to a rehab facility... And last night I snapped at Dad for behaving childishly. We made amends quite easily, but it was not fun in the moment. I think a lot of this is being played back to me in last nights dream... And apparently William is coming through, he may be thinking about me in some way or I, him. The name Will is very heavy in these dreams, so I wonder if there's some unresolved emotions between us. Maybe I need to reach out? Or maybe I just need to notice what's being imparted? Also strange that I have recurring celebrities to relay particular emotions or messages back to me. It's also becoming apparent that my recall these last couple of days comes in blocks and is more like a whirlwind of information than solid linear recognition. Hmm...?