Africa and Invisible Terrorists

I wonder why I always have multiple dreams.

Dream 1:

I appear in the middle of chaos.

Hundreds of terrorists are posted around every corner desiring to destroy me along with my fellow soldiers.

Within a kitchen, we found ourselves fighting a large, angry man who wielded a large dagger in his hand. Flawlessly, he chopped my comrades to pieces. I luckily picked up a couple of primitive blades to seek vengeance for my fallen friends. However, the terrorist went invisible and proceeded to pierce my body countless times. I tried fending the thrusts blindly, but I fell to the ground. I spent my last conscious moments thanking my other dying countrymen.

Dream 2:

Middle of the African Sahara Desert. A huge dust storm sweeps through. Thousands of cars suddenly appear all around me. When the dust settles, one of my friends from the Dominican, Faith Amelingmeier, appears.

She has me follow her away in a jeep to an unknown destination. We pull up to a very commercialized touristy area. We get out and walk up to the entrance where a long line had formed. We pass by the tourists and I see a large waterfall where people are cliff jumping. Faith begins to walk through the river to get a better look. I follow her and the only thing I can think of is how I forgot I left my iPhone in my pocket.

The End