In my dream I was around 7 years old, give or take, and a member of a Native American tribe. My father had recently passed, which meant I was given the hereditary role of "Watcher" at an extraordinarily young age. Don't ask me what a Watcher does, but it was important enough that I had been trained since birth to do the job. I was also trained to use a pistol, and carried one everyday. This was simply one of the requirements of a Watcher and I took my job seriously.
Most of the dream took place in a government school cafeteria. I was at the center of some important inquiry because it had been discovered I was carrying my pistol while in school. The school officials, all white government types, were trying to expel me, but the school was on tribal lands and I was simply doing my duty. Evidently my concealed carry was discovered when I arrested a Canadian Poacher who wasn't poaching, but instead was on tribal lands.....school property....trying to force a cross-breeding between an endangered hummingbird and a close (but not endangered) hummingbird.
Most of the cafeteria brouhaha revolved around the government officials trying to supersede tribal autonomy and while the elders didn't quite like the idea of a 7 year old Watcher, or a youth carrying a pistol, they were damned if they'd let the US Government overstep their authority. Evidently a large sticking point was that I was better trained and notably safer with my pistol than any of the Government personnel were.
I was more than happy to comply with any decision made.....after all, I was only doing my job.
Pretty weird, huh? I want to know what does my subconscious have with Canadians?
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