My Fictional Dad From Africa Is Dying?

I went to bed late last night and I had to wake up early so I did not get much sleep, and I did not have much time to dream so I barely remember part of one or two dreams.

Dream 1

All that I can remember of the end of this dream is that it took place outside during a probably dark gray day in a parking lot full of automobiles, people, booths, and more.

There were various activities going on, some of the people among the crowd of people were possibly deities, but I can not remember if that was in this dream and / or the next dream or why I even assumed that some of the people were deities.

My memory of this dream is too incomplete, I was at the parking lot and maybe a few of my family members were with me at first but I can not remember, and my dad in the dream was a fictional man from Africa (African) who had very dark-color skin who spoke English with some type of African accent.

For some unknown reason I recognized and knew that this man was my dad even though it was not my dad in real life, and maybe something happened to my fictional dad during the dream to where he seemed to be dying like maybe his lower body or part of his lower body like maybe his pelvis got crushed and paralyzed but I can not remember.

It seemed that there was nothing that we could do for him and like he would die soon, and so we probably left him there to die expecting that he would die quickly (maybe he even okayed this, but I can not remember).

At some point I noticed medical people helping people in various parts of the parking lot, they possibly walked around and drove around on maybe golf carts but I can not remember, and so I probably stopped to talk with them.

I then remembered my fictional dad, and then I went to check on him to see if he was dead.

To my surprise my fictional dad was not dead yet, I then felt very bad for leaving him there to die, and I wondered if it was too late to save him now.

I apologized to my fictional dad for leaving him to die (even if he had okayed it) and I picked him up, and I carried him to maybe one of the golf carts that the medical people were driving so that we could take him to one of their areas where they could try to see if they could save his life.

My fictional dad probably told me that there was no need to apologize because he had possibly okayed us leaving him there to die, he had felt that there was no hope in saving him and even if there was that it would be too expensive, and some more things were said during a somewhat emotional moment where we had a father and son conversation.

Regardless if he had okayed it or not I still did not forgive myself for leaving him there to die, I hoped that it was not too late to save him, and if he died I was going to blame myself for leaving him there to die and losing valuable time that could have been used to try to save his life.

The medical people probably took my fictional dad into a tent or something to be checked to see if they could save his life or not, I waited outside still feeling bad and disappointed in myself while thinking about what if situations, but there were also some positive emotions from the last conversation that I had with my fictional dad.

My fictional dad looked forward to getting a chance to spend some more time with us, his family, if he survived and there were feelings of family and family unity et cetera during this conversation.

He was happy for the time that he had spent with us, he was proud of us, he wished the best for us, et cetera.

But unfortunately that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

I am not sure if this is part of the first dream or not, maybe they both involved some people who(m) I assumed to be deities, but who knows.

Either way this dream or this part of the dream involved normal humans and some people who I assumed to be deities who probably looked like normal people, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream or of this dream.

The end,

-John Jr

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