A Woman Stitching Dirt And Plants / Herbs In A Young Woman’s Body In Africa

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Dream 1

I had several dreams last night but I can not remember most of them now and I did not voice record any of them, I woke up feeling sick to my stomach and I went back to sleep and woke up several times causing me to forget most of my dreams, and so now I can only barely remember part of two dreams.

All that I can remember of this dream is being outside during the day somewhere in the continent of Africa in a field that looked a bit like a fictional version of the field in the city of D across the highway from The SC Motel, I remember walking to a group of people in the field who all had dark brownish colored skin and who lived in this area, except for a woman with whitish colored skin with long dark-colored hair wearing maybe a whitish colored medical-like coat who was there doing a medical procedure on a young woman in the field.

The woman was known for strange medical procedures/so-called cures/treatments/whatever, she probably was not a doctor and most doctors probably considered her to be a fake and her methods to be dangerous, and so I assumed that she was in Africa because some countries/continents probably would not allow her to do what she was doing and it would probably be easier for her to get people to try her methods in the small villages of Africa.

The woman cut open part of the side of the woman’s side near her stomach while she was awake, this was hard to watch and I wondered if she was given pain medicine first, and I wondered why did she cut open her side when they seemed to only be trying to treat maybe an infection or something like that; they said what they were trying to treat, but I can not remember what they said.

The young woman was watching the entire thing like it was not hurting her surprisingly, the woman put one or more plants/herbs inside the young woman’s body along with dirt, and I did not think that this was a good idea to put random dirt inside the body because various living organisms and even non-living things in the dirt can make people sick or even kill them; and the body’s immune system might go crazy trying to attack the foreign material, possibly triggering an autoimmune disease.

The woman then stitched the wound closed and she put more dirt on the outside of it, the medical procedure was done, and I remember walking away; and at some point in the dream I remember asking a male doctor with whitish colored skin wearing glasses and a whitish colored medical coat for his opinion of this medical treatment, his opinion was like I had expected, and he called it unnecessary and dangerous and many other words and he had nothing nice to say about the woman or her treatments but that is all that I can remember of this dream.

Dream 2

All that I can remember of this dream is that in the real world I was feeling sick to my stomach and this was also happening in the dream world, and so it effected/affected this dream which possibly had something to do with me comparing something that involved several people during the day on Eastside near my parent’s street.

The people probably each lived in separate houses/yards as neighbors in formerly abandoned houses/yards, they each had something, and I was comparing them trying to decide who had the best of whatever it was maybe; and so I remember looking at them and asking them questions et cetera, but that is all that I can remember.

The end,

-John Jr

A Normal Dream Turns Into A War Dream Because Of A Sickness / Whatever?

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I barely remember part of the end of my last dream, I forgot my other dream, and this dream is unclear & confusing; but I do know that the dream started normal and my family was in the dream at first.

We were in a fictional house or building but I can not remember the details, I just know that something happened to me, and I started feeling sick/strange; and so I think that my mom or parent’s got me some medicine/drugs to take: a large blue colored pill that I think was an antibiotic, a white colored pill that I think was a sinus medicine, and a round white colored pill that I think was some pain medicine but I decided not to take the medicine/drugs unless I started to feel worse.

Unfortunately I did start to feel worse, my vision & equilibrium/balance was messing up, my head was probably hurting, I could not walk straight or think straight, and the dream changed while this was going on; and my family was gone, and a war was taking place I guess & I guess I was supposedly a soldier.

The house or building was now being used by the military that I was in as a small base and they would interrogate/question people/enemy soldiers here, and I remember stumbling around still sick holding the medicine/drugs as I saw/heard people/enemy soldiers being tortured/interrogated by other soldiers in the military that I was in.

One of my fellow soldiers would put one or two rounds (when he wanted to cheat) in a revolver and he would give it to the person being interrogated, and he would make that person play Russian Roulette (they would have to put the revolver to their head & pull the trigger); and I stumbled around confused, but still disgusted by what the military that I was with was doing to people (torture).

I tried to tell them to stop this but they would not listen and I was still to sick/confused to communicate well, and so I finally took all the medicine/drugs except for the pain medicine; and slowly I started to feel better/see better/move better/think better.

While I slowly recovered, at least one or two people died from the Russian Roulette, and once I recovered enough I entered the interrogation room; and I picked up the revolver that had a normal looking .38 special round loaded in the chamber & it had a strange-looking long .22 long rifle-like round that was added by the interrogator to cheat, and I took the bullets out & I pointed out the strange bullet that was added to cheat to the interrogator & I told him what he was doing was wrong & why.

He did not see things my way and he was the cold-type of man who felt that the enemy/whoever deserved pain/death/torture, so there was no reasoning with him really, and many of the other soldiers seemed to support him; and so I had to be careful or I probably would be seen as an enemy, and so I figured out a way to make him take a break from torturing/interrogating people for a while.

During all of this I could sometimes hear gunshots & explosions in the distance, soldiers would come & go with news/reports of the battle, and communications would come in on equipment in the command room; and it seemed like the military that I was in had invaded another country, and so we were probably in another country during this part of the dream.

There was more that happened in this dream before and after this but I can not remember.

The end,

-John Jr