I plan on posting some of the bizarre dreams my malaria medicine has been giving me(those tame enough for internet publication at least)...here is the first:
5/29/2009- genre: TERRIFYING…Wild Birch Farms had somehow become a new Neo-Nazi hotspot. At some point my entire family was running for our lives when we ran into a parade that was going through the main road in the condos. It was a bizarre, New Orleans, funeral style procession, and everyone was in crazy costumes and masks, and a horn band was playing with a sad trumpet and a pronounced tuba, and I could see the Nazis slipping in between the performers in the parade, giving secret hand signals and commands. And then the first person was killed. And there was blood. And the Nazis rallied. And I woke up and heard that sad trumpet and pronounced tuba playing, and was terrified for a moment that dream life and real life had in fact collided. So I clicked on my headlamp to check my clock, which read 4am. But my panic quickly subsided as I realized it was Mother’s Day in Nicaragua, and the festivities had begun.
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my friend was in africa for awhile. he stopped taking the meds and got malaria a few times, said it wasnt that bad.
So your dream was definitely reminiscent of a movie that I couldn't remember with a New Orleans funeral procession at the beginning and the whole town was in on the murder and Elyse was like Oh yea so I knew I wasn't making it up. It was an old Bond movie.
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