A Commander William Adama-Like Man Versus A Muammar Gaddafi-Like Man?

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I had several dreams last night that were a bit confusing and my memory of them is not clear, and so I will not be able to explain them very much.

I know that one dream took place during the night in a fictional version of D and maybe in another city as well, and I was driving or walking near the factory/wielding building near the D Jail; and something happened where some people who had committed a crime or something came across me, and somehow I got involved with their group.

Where I gave them a ride and then ended up going either to another city or somewhere else in the city, and I either helped them directly or accidentally indirectly helped them commit another crime in a building that they might have robbed or something that I can not remember.

I drove them away from this area, and the next morning or day we got stopped at a checkpoint-like area; and a man who looked a bit like Commander William Adama from Battlestar Galactica was probably leading a group of security people to hunt down the group of people I was with.

At some point there was an older man wearing a traditional-looking outfit that looked like the shoulder area or part of the outfit was made of a flag of an unknown country maybe in Africa that was the colors Green, Yellow, and maybe black (almost like Libya‘s flag); and he somewhat looked like a short-haired version of Muammar Gaddafi, and his outfit was similar to his in design.

I am not sure if he was the leader of the group that was with me or who he was, but the Commander Adama-like man recognized him as an enemy, and he personally confronted him.

The two knew each other from their younger days, they were enemies back then as well, and they talked about old times as the Adama-like man prepared for a fight; but the Gaddafi-like man was not going to fight, and refused to fight even when the Adama-like man grabbed him.

I can not remember what else happened between them or with the people who were with me, who might have sneaked away, and I can not remember my other dreams.

The end,

-John Jr

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