Oil Spill

*Due to not having any time on Friday, this dream is from Thursday night*

The oil spill in the Gulf is affecting the Alaskan coast. Especially an Indian Reservation that I am at. I have been working with people there to help clean it up and make sure that the people living there are safe. The reservation used to be a WWII German concentration camp, so all the buildings still remain. It's a very sad place because of all the history. It's snowy and cold.

My dad is there, he came up on a big tour bus. I'm showing him around, telling him about all the buildings. All the people that live there have a very strong sense of community and are determined to live good lives despite where they live. I tell him that the community is stronger here than in the Indian Reservations I went to in South Dakota. We walk past an elaborate church and there are kids sledding on the hill in front of it.

My dad and I go into the grocery store to get out of the cold. I find a specific type of trail mix that we used to get when I was little. We get a bag of it and go back to the tour bus.

More people get on the bus.

The end.