Undercover American Soldiers At An Outdoor Jail In Afghanistan

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Dream 1

I forgot most of my dreams except for barely part of two dreams with the end of the first dream taking place during the day inside a larger version of E Manor, and my aunt JE lived in a fictional apartment-like room connected to the bedroom next to the family room that my aunt ME likes to use when she visits.

My mom and I were at E Manor and my aunt JE needed help with a TV or something electronic in her bedroom, which was the bedroom that my aunt ME likes to use, and I solved the problem for my aunt JE; and then my mom and I walked back into the family room/dining room area, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

The end of the second dream took place during the evening and I traveled  by maybe motorcycle or bicycle or automobile or vehicle down a fictional highway / road that reminded me of the highway to the city of LC, and at some point I reached an area that was supposedly Afghanistan even though it looked like a small town in L.

Next to the road was a small outdoor jail or prison with a small metal fence where the prisoners were sitting on the ground and for some unknown reason(s) I joined them, and I remember listening to them talk.

Some of the prisoners were possibly mafia members from Russia (Russian) and the other prisoners were undercover United States (American) soldiers pretending to be Taliban and Al-Qaeda members, and they were dressed in traditional clothing and they had somewhat long beards.

The US soldiers had a certain mission that they were on, they probably were special forces, but some of them were afraid that their plan/disguises would not work and some of them seemed a bit traumatized/afraid from their previous battles with the real Taliban and Al-Qaeda.

I remember some of the mafia members and/or soldiers joking about how several European countries sent some of their judges, politicians, et cetera to this jail and/or other jails without disguises and they got killed thinking that they could talk peacefully with the Taliban and Al-Qaeda members inside the jail.

At some point some local kids and women came to visit the undercover US soldiers pretending to be their kids and wives as part of their cover, I said goodbye, and then I walked back to my vehicle and I drove up the highway.

But I can not remember what else happened before I woke up, but maybe I will remember later.

The end,

-John Jr