In my dream last night, in a world not too dissimilar to ours with a village like town on a hilltop. I met two people trying to kill each other.

People were dying indiscriminately and they had shabby buildings. The lady and the guy I met who looked European (white) were trying to kill each other yet they liked each other. They were arguing with weapons like knives and a club but it seemed more like a lovers spat. I asked them whether they liked each other and I excused myself from the argument for them.

It seems killing things or dying is normal in this world. Anyways there was a cause. In every house, there was a coffin of at least one dead person. I noticed the blacks (African looking) there built their houses with cements and everywhere looked ghetto-like, poor, unpainted and lacking any form of furniture or aesthetics while the whites (European looking) used unpainted bricks to build their houses. Even though they too were neighbours with the blacks (African looking people), their houses also had no furniture or aesthetics as well looked poor but not impoverished.

As I was about to leave, I pointed to the ghetto like area and asked whether only blacks live there? And they answered me with, whether I know nothing about the world.

I left and as I was walking through an open field, I saw a piece of paper moving, it was shaped in the form of a white handkerchief. I was instantly prompted to chase and retrieve this paper at any cost but the wind blew it in such an unnatural manner that no one could catch it. I had the assistance of a new friend who together we chased this paper till I caught it with my left hand. This paper is the paper of death. I had a flashback that a bunch of sheep were chasing the paper across the field into the town where it entered people’s houses both the blacks/whites and claimed at least one life from each house. I can’t remember if anything was written on the paper but I can remember the name of the paper is death god. I gave it to the white lady I met in the beginning and I was wondering whether I should have picked it up in the first place or left it to continue its purpose. She was also wondering as well.

I woke up
I forgot to add that when I woke up my left hand was still feeling like an electrical current was passing through it. My sleeping position was comfortable and I didn’t have any cramp or wasn’t sleeping on my arm

You need Amatem soft gel and Ciprotab

Congrat for dreaming about death, you achieve that.

Phantom233:
You need Amatem soft gel and Ciprotab

Lol, the op has malaria and typhoid fever 😂

Phantom233:
You need Amatem soft gel and Ciprotab

it you don’t have a meaningful thing to comment in a public forum, keep shut

Some dreams are noise

Just dont think about it

superemmy:
In my dream last night, in a world not too dissimilar to ours with a village like town on a hilltop. I met two people trying to kill each other.

People were dying indiscriminately and they had shabby buildings. The lady and the guy I met who looked European (white) were trying to kill each other but they liked each other. They were arguing with weapons like knives and a club but it seemed more like a lovers spat. I asked them whether they liked each other and I excused myself from the argument for them. It seems killing things or dying is normal in this world. Anyways there was a cause. In every house, there was a coffin at least one dead person. I noticed the blacks there built their houses with cements and looked ghetto like and poor even though they were unpainted and lacked any form of furniture or aesthetics while the whites used unpainted bricks even though they too were neighbours their houses also had no furniture or aesthetics as well looked poor but not impoverished.
As I was about to leave, I pointed to the ghetto like area and asked whether only blacks live there? And they answered me with, whether I know nothing about the world.

I left and as I was walking through an open field, I saw a piece of paper moving, it was shaped in the form of a white handkerchief. I was instantly prompted to chase and retrieve this paper at any cost but the wind blew it in such an unnatural manner that no one could catch it. I had the assistance of a new friend who together we chased this paper till I caught it with my left hand. This paper is the paper of death. I had a flashback that a bunch of sheep were chasing the paper across the field into the town where it entered people’s houses both blacks/whites and claimed at least one life from each house. I can’t remember if anything was written on the paper but I can remember the name of the paper is death god. I gave it to the white lady I met in the beginning and I was wondering whether I should have picked it up in the first place or left it to continue its purpose. She was also wondering as well.

I woke up

Some dreams got no meaning.
You may actually be deep in sleep, while sleeping "awkwardly" now for the time you lay in that awkward position you could have a funny dream. That awkward position made you had that dream, such dreams are 1000% meaningless.
But some days, you could get a clear message from your dream. It happens, but 1or2 times in 6 months.

superemmy:
In my dream last night, in a world not too dissimilar to ours with a village like town on a hilltop. I met two people trying to kill each other.

People were dying indiscriminately and they had shabby buildings. The lady and the guy I met who looked European (white) were trying to kill each other but they liked each other. They were arguing with weapons like knives and a club but it seemed more like a lovers spat. I asked them whether they liked each other and I excused myself from the argument for them. It seems killing things or dying is normal in this world. Anyways there was a cause. In every house, there was a coffin at least one dead person. I noticed the blacks there built their houses with cements and looked ghetto like and poor even though they were unpainted and lacked any form of furniture or aesthetics while the whites used unpainted bricks even though they too were neighbours their houses also had no furniture or aesthetics as well looked poor but not impoverished.
As I was about to leave, I pointed to the ghetto like area and asked whether only blacks live there? And they answered me with, whether I know nothing about the world.

I left and as I was walking through an open field, I saw a piece of paper moving, it was shaped in the form of a white handkerchief. I was instantly prompted to chase and retrieve this paper at any cost but the wind blew it in such an unnatural manner that no one could catch it. I had the assistance of a new friend who together we chased this paper till I caught it with my left hand. This paper is the paper of death. I had a flashback that a bunch of sheep were chasing the paper across the field into the town where it entered people’s houses both blacks/whites and claimed at least one life from each house. I can’t remember if anything was written on the paper but I can remember the name of the paper is death god. I gave it to the white lady I met in the beginning and I was wondering whether I should have picked it up in the first place or left it to continue its purpose. She was also wondering as well.

I woke up

na malaria

I have edited this story for better understanding.