My Dream About Slowing Down

In the dream, I was driving & someone I knew was behind me. Maybe Mark. I drove over a hill and then down a street where there was construction and a new subdivision development. A man dressed in his First Nations regalia was crossing the street from my right to the left. He was beating a drum & chanting. He was protesting against the new subdivision and giving voice to the need for respect for the earth. Tears welled up inside me as I approached the stop sign and I called out the window that I was sorry. He turned, surprised, and looked me in the eye. Then when I turned the corner I stopped the car and he approached me and invited me back to his family’s home.

I guess I was driving along to his place and then came to construction on the road and there were 3-4 officers with speed guns pointed right at me. I was taken aback by them but wasn’t speeding so I just passed through slowly. They were wearing bright yellow jackets and pointing these guns at me so it startled me at first because I thought they were real guns but then saw it was officers positioned around the construction to be sure drivers adhered to the reduced speed limit.

Once there, a few things happened. For one, I met his mother or auntie and we had tea. There were a lot of people coming and going. It seems I left for a time and then returned and found people were dusting the house and someone said they were done, or nearly done, and I saw where they missed a spot on the lamp but didn’t know if I should mention it or not. I wanted to help but didn’t want to offend.

In another part of the dream, I was talking with another First Nations man about my whiteness and about wishing I could remove it. Stuff like that. There were about 4 of us, hanging out in the kitchen, just chillin’. It was casual and relaxing. But being relaxed made me nervous that something would happen and I wouldn’t be prepared for it. That’s just how I felt.

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