A Hotel And Drought And Well

All that I can remember of this dream is that I was at a hotel in another city with my mom, my brother TDC, and my brother GC.

The weather was bad (maybe rain et cetera), it was hot, and we were not having a good time.

I remember us laying on our separate beds with the screened windows open for some air, which barely helped, and I remember being hot and feeling terrible as we probably tried to sleep.

I remember us wanting to leave this hotel, we wanted to get some food, and my mom mentioned a certain Chinese restaurant; and at some point we left to go eat with plans to visit the restaurant that my mom mentioned, and then another restaurant later that I mentioned.

I am not sure if we went to the first restaurant or not, I just remember us leaving the city during the day after a change of plan, and we were driving along the L-like highway with forests on both sides of the road until we reached an amusement park-like area on the outskirts of a town or smaller city.

We were going to stay at this amusement park-like area for our little vacation or whatever now, and this place seemed to be run by a mean very conservative Amish-like group of people with light-color skin who also lived there because this was also their community.

They wore older style clothing and used older style tools and technology, they were experiencing a drought, and I remember going to their wooden well listening to them talking about their rationing of water; and maybe I gave them some suggestions as they argued among themselves.

Then I remember my family and I walking to find our room(s)/hotel/whatever, but I woke up.

The end,

-John Jr

By John Jr

Hello, I am John Jr, welcome.

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