My son Joshua is with me. He is only young, around 10 years old
One of the local little boys calls Joshuas name out from behind, excited that there is a foreign boy about his own age. He must have overheard Josh's name, or asked someone his name
I tell Josh the boy is calling out to him from the line behind us and then beckon the boy to come up and walk with us, which he does
He is excited. He says that even though the future is uncertain and his family basically has nothing, he feels lucky to be walking with us. He calls us his new friends
I give him a fist bump, which he seems to have never seen or done before, and tell him that people call it a bro fist. "Bro, like brother" I say to him. This seems to make him even more happy
It's beautiful that he's so excited to be walking with us
Later in the walk we are walking down a massive flight of stairs into a city. We are somehow impossibly high above this beautiful city
We are high enough, that when a little boy slips off the edge of the stairs descending into the city, I think he's lost for good. But he somehow grabs the edge of the stairs and is dangling there for a second, while other boys risk their own lives to pull him back up
I remember thinking how amazing they are helping each other
I think for a second I need to help them, but no sooner have I realised that the little boy has managed to miraculously cling to the edge, are the other boys pulling him up. I would have only gotten in the way, as they already had him most of the way up
They saved him and then all continued on their way, as if it were nothing
Then we are in the city at a foreign trading point and people are buying necessities from the store
They are all white/Anglo-Saxon people inside this store. Mostly tourists I think
There is some sort of panic on, similar to a pandemic where everyone needs to wear masks
It seems as though, if you don't wear a mask, you aren't allowed to continue the pilgrimage with the rest of the people
A older man with one of the other group with us is trying to buy one of last face masks from the also white foreign traders
They tell him that the single face mask will cost him $650
Nobody can believe how expensive it is and that they are taking advantage of the mans need for a mask to leave with everyone else
He complains about the price because he doesn't have that type of money to spend
The trader tells him that it's too bad. If he doesn't have the $650, one of the miners will be happy to buy it
I watch as other people pay the $650, desperate to leave
I hear my Grandmother Marie Golledge talking to me, she is in our group. She tells me that the old man in the other group is my old Uncle Clarry (Clarence), who I think is actually my Grandfather's brother, we just called him Uncle
I am disgusted that he's essentially being left behind because he can't afford a mask and that the traders would exploit trying to try home like this, so I try to offer him a solution
I remember seeing a video online where people show you how to make a make-shift mask out of a sock
I walk over to Clarry and start trying to find the video online
But no matter what I do, I can't find the video
It's another one of these stupid interference dreams
The type of dreams where I try doing something I know I should be able to do, over and over again, until I get so pissed off I consciously wake up to the fact that something is intentionally interfering with my dream
Something intelligently designed, is intentionally blocking my ability to do something simple, to the point it draws my attention to what he's doing and detracts from reality
I wake up feeling disgusted and angry. I didn't get to show Clarry the video, and at the end of dream as I am waking myself, annoyed at whatever it is causing the blockage in my dream, I'm not really sure he's even still around me to show him the video even if I could find it. Which I think is also done intentionally, to get me to give up looking. Something is interfering and blocking, yet again
This type of nonsense and bullshit, PISSES ME OFF 😡
I not only woke up and angry and disgusted at something interfering invisibly in the background, that I know is there, even if I can't see it ...
But also resolute in the fact, that whether it be in the dream, real world or otherwise, whether I can see him or not ...
If Clarry, or any other member of my family was, is, or has been left behind, or exploited and cut short in some way like this, so that they can't make a pilgrimage with the rest of us who were traveling ...
Then I'm not going either
Which means, to whatever is causing the problem ...
They have a big, BIG fucking problem
Because if I'm not going, there is no point in anyone going. Because nobody is fucking going without me
Which means, NOBODY IS FUCKING GOING
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