This dream took place during the night while it was raining, my parents & maybe my brother GC & I were at a one-story building in a waiting room with other people, and a Islamic terrorist group was in control of the building.
It was a hostage situation where this Islamic terrorist group was holding hostages, many of the hostages seemed to be family members of what seemed to be a mafia or gang or organization collective that I think was called The Five Head, or maybe The Five Head was the name of the people leading this collective or group, and everyone in the lobby were there to make a deal or pay a ransom to get their family members back.
I somewhat remember part of a dream or two dreams that took place during the day, with the dream or first dream involving my cousin CC (CB/B) getting ready for what I thought was to be a boxing match outside in a fictional area near his parent’s house, and my cousin CC looked very thin.
The fictional area had a water drainage / water system on the left side of the area with water and concrete areas where most of the crowd was standing, there were little kids on both sides of the fighting area next to the water on two small concrete sections over the water on both sides of the fighting area, and a lot of the kids & adults wore traditional Islāmic & African style clothes maybe; and some of them probably spoke other languages & had unique accents when they spoke English, it was an unusual/interesting crowd of people, and there were mostly woman & kids oddly.
I followed my cousin CC, his opponent (who was also thin & had the same skin color/height/hair color as my cousin CC & probably was from somewhere in Africa or Asia), and the referee toward the fighting area as the referee checked their fighting gloves & their shorts for weapons (they were not wearing shirts); while this was going on CC’s opponent was being annoying by getting in his face, licked him, and maybe even kissed him on the face just to be annoying.
After the check the two went to the fighting area above the water with kids on both sides of the fighting area oddly & I moved to the side with the adults, and the fight started; but instead of boxing, the fight started more like a street fight with a few punches, and then grappling on the ground.
The crowd was making a lot of strange noises like being in a loud market area in Africa or Asia and/or at a traditional fighting ritual/sport of some kind, it was a bit scary/unusual/strange/foreign to me, and when the fighters got too close to the kids; the kids would help attack my cousin CC, oddly, I wondered if this was legal but it seemed like it was oddly.
The kids would grab, punch, and sometimes attack my cousin CC with traditional clothing garments or something; and I wondered if the kids helped whoever bribed them the most before the fight and/or whoever was from their country/village/family/whatever.
I did not like this type of fighting event/sport, it was completely unfair & seemed dangerous, and so I considered stopping the fight if necessary; but the fight was about even, so I waited, but at some point an accident or something happened where both fighters were grappling too close to a drainage vent and it seemed to have sucked them in or they fell in it & disappeared.
We tried looking for them but we could not find them, there was some chaos & sadness, but then things got even more weird when a group of women who seemed to be from Africa or Asia took us all hostage & sealed the entrance/exit so that they could do a ritual of some kind to find and/or resurrect the two fighters; I considered fighting them to free the people/myself, but I decided to wait to see what happens to avoid violence & since they were dealing with their grief it seemed so I decided to let them do there strange religious/magic/traditional/whatever ritual as long as they did not hurt anyone.
For some reason the women wanted/needed us all there during the ritual, I had no idea what was going on or what language(s) they were speaking most of the time, but they could speak some English with strange probably African accents; and I remember the area being dark & them probably having candles/torches, moving around/dancing strangely, using items/objects in their ritual, and saying strange words.
I can not remember what happened after this point exactly, I either had another dream or the dream jumped in time or I just forgot what happened, and I remember driving to L to a building; and I found out that I went to the wrong building, it was a health unit-like place that gave low-priced vaccinations / blood tests / urine tests / stool tests / pregnancy related stuff / safe sex stuff / STD tests / et cetera according to the woman behind the counter.
I walked back to my automobile and sat there considering having some tests done to make sure that my health was okay, I thought about something else that I can not remember, and I might have thought about the fight/ritual from earlier; but that is all that I can remember.