What are Somalia dreams about?

For some reason I'm some wealthy spoiled kid with a powerful dad that gives me tons of money. I feel that I'm powerful and I party all the time and am pretty conceited and pretty much a jerk and stuff.
I'm at an airport going to some city in America. I'm like all first class and stuff and the people are going to search my bags and I have like loads of bottles of alcohol so I drink that shit. All of it. I end up boarding on a plane going to Somalia. This was not my plan, I was drunk apparently. I get on the wrong plane. I don't know how. I just do. I end up being found as a stowaway on the plane and they find me and arrest me and lock me up in Somalian Jail I'm in there for a while until some real important black dude that looks really powerful and intimidating with his sleeveless military suit with a bunch of ribbons on it and shoulder ropes and beret, so he ends up handing the guard a load of money and he knocks me out. I wake up at his very large house. I'm a house slave or something. I start working in the backyard digging and doing yard work in super hot African weather and see that some of the slaves have hands and fingers and arms missing. Obviously I want to go home. I try to band the slaves together but one sells me out and the military African dude cuts off my hand. He keeps us in like an electric jail cell. (If I touch the bars I get electrocuted. A storm comes in and shuts the power off. We all try to break out. We succeed and run like shit. I know I have nowhere to really run because I'd stick out like a sore thumb. So I steal a radio while keeping hidden from the big guy and he has a flashlight looking all over for me because I'm his most prized possession. I manage to steal the radio and climb onto the roof. The power comes on and try to contact the U.S. military to come save my ass. Whether I get out alive? no idea. That's where that dream ends. I thought it should've been some kind of "Locked up abroad" horror film that I should sell to a director but I can't really imagine me taking time out of my day to contact some director to tell him about some dream I had. so there it is.

tldr; I'm a jerk jock party animal. I get wasted. get on wrong plane. thrown in jail. Bought by a Somalian war lord and put into slavery.

Entire life I have been seeing of different world but in a very depleted condition, people very very poor like African in Somalia. Diseases, people in drains, Beggars, ruined houses.

What does that all mean?

First off, to all the grammar Nazi, forgive me! I had this dream as a US Marine during Operation Restore Hope in Somalia in the nineties. This Dream occurred at the Mogadishu Somalia airport in my tent one night. I'm sure my surroundings had a lot to do with my mind conceiving such a dream. Although I do believe in God, I am not a church going man, and personally, I believe science trumps unrealistic events in the bible.

The female in this dream was one of my girlfriends I had around the age of 19 or so, and lets call her Maria.

The setting takes place in a very small town in a continent like Africa or Australia, dusty and hot. The movie "The Gods must be Crazy" pops in mind when I think about the setting, I don't know why.

My Maria and I are both virgins and have moved to this small town from the US. How we got there is a mystery to me, the dream just starts there. This dream is also very long, and spans the life of this baby until he is mature enough to take care of himself. It has all the makings of the devil and monsters and stuffed animals that come to life trying to kill this baby. It may take me a while to tell the entire thing.

Here it goes:

On the night that Maria and I lose our virginity to each other, I am taken over by the spirit of God or maybe what is known as the Trinity of God. We do the deed, but I can not remember any of this the next morning. Maria is happy and talks about the night before and I am dumbfounded and explain to her that I only remember falling asleep next to her.

A few weeks pass and instead of Maria getting pregnant, I get pregnant, although there are no signs of a belly with a baby in it. I start to have cramps and am basically showing the signs of what a pregnant women would be experiencing.

One day I start bleeding from my penis, and it feels like I am going to pass a kidney stone (I have never had a kidney stone), little do I know that I am literally giving birth to a one inch baby, although this baby looks human, it reminds me of what baby Kangaroos look like on their journey to the mothers pouch. In my hand is a tiny one inch baby. My mind is totally blown away, a man has giving birth to a one inch baby through his penis. The one and only time I had sex was with Maria on the night I can not remember.

Myself and Maria are stunned and don't know what to make of this. Then A voice out of nowhere explains to us that our baby is the second coming of Christ and that we must protect him against the devil and that the devil will come in all forms throughout the life of this baby.

Within 3 weeks the baby has gone from one inch in size to the size of a normal baby. Of course disciples have come to give homage to the baby and help us protect him from the devil.

To be continued...