For yet another day in a row, I had a dream involving the Taliban, in this dream, I was in Afghanistan.
I was with a group of people, including several people I knew like maybe my uncle CC & someone else whose name is now forgotten thanks to Google Docs autocorrect messing up their initials, who were also not from Afghanistan, and we were there helping protect Afghan citizens from the Taliban.
My coworker Mrs. M was possibly in this dream or another dream, but that is all that I can remember of this part of the dream or this dream.
One part of the dream took place during the day in a fictional city outside, and I was with some other people.
Something was going on that I can not remember that involved maybe a struggle or something where we used teamwork to avoid some thin parasites or worms or leech-like things from entering our wounds or skin or openings in our body that would sometimes be formed during our struggle or whatever.
I am not sure what was going on or if this was some kind of experiment or what exactly, I just know that we switched between lookouts and those who had to deal with the parasites or worms or leech-like things, but that is all that I can remember of this dream.
The end,
-John Jr
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