My body seems to be fighting back against the sickness but I still forgot most of my dreams because I did not voice record them each time that I got up to use the bathroom, but I do barely remember the end of my last dream.
The dream took place late in the afternoon or during the evening in the city of D at a fictional multi-story house/apartment past the BB Grocery Store on Eastside near where the gas stations should be near Master K’s martial arts dojo, and the members of the YouTube channel ScrewAttack owned the house/apartment along with a few other people like my former classmate BH.
For some unknown reason(s) I was visiting their house/apartment and there were other people visiting the house/apartment as well, everyone was having a good time, and at some point Sam Mitchell from ScrewAttack either won $16 million dollars in a lottery or he already had $16 million dollars; and he was running around celebrating wildly.
I remember standing outside the entrance/exit door to their house/apartment watching as Sam ran outside wildly, and he jumped in the air to do a belly flop in a grassy ditch on the side of their yard; and he hurt himself a bit, but he still laughed as he got up holding his hurt stomach/ribs.
Sam told me that he wanted to give away $1 million dollars to all the supporters/fans/et cetera of ScrewAttack by dividing the money out among them, but he was not sure if he should do that or just have a lottery to divide the money out in larger amounts to fewer people; and he walked inside to talk with the other members of ScrewAttack to see what they thought he should do.
After Sam walked inside my former classmate BH walked outside and he was holding his stomach like he was in a lot of pain, and he told me that his stomach was hurting very badly; and he fell to the ground in pain, and he started crying.
I was shocked/surprised/et cetera and I ran over to help my former classmate BH, I asked him to describe the pain, I asked him when did the pain start, and I asked him what he thought might be the cause of the pain; and I named some possible causes like something he ate and/or drank, an injury from a contact sport because he plays a contact sport of some kind, appendicitis, et cetera.
He still was not sure what the possible cause(s) of the pain was/were but he named a few possibilities, he was in too much pain to walk, and so I carried him inside the house to put him in his bed; and I called him mom so that she could come check him and decide if he should go to the hospital or not, but I woke up as we waited for his mom to arrive.
The end,
-John Jr
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