visited posh store, to buy brushes. lady was very 'posh' (not pretentious, it is who she is) and her husband also running the store. she and her husband showed me things, clothes and stuff (all expensive items, jewellery,clothes, furniture, decorations). they were speaking of their son. she seemed worried about him, because of the girl he was engaged to.
She then invited me to go somewhere to get better stock or something... my brother came along (he had apparently been waiting outside for me, and when i took too long he came in ) .
Someone began chasing us in a truck really fast, on our way to XYZ better place she recommended. he pr
She pretended it was not happening, and nonchalantly drove on, just fast enough so the truck wouldn't crash into our vehicle, once in a while remarking on some historical building outside.
finally the truck behind us stopped, it was her son (apparently). he was half balding but looked turkish and sort of heroic (hair and stuff, in an old-fashioned way).
Anyway he was acting dramatic, like he was the hero of an action film. My brother and i looked at each other and tried not to laugh but we ended up laughing anyway, tried to stifle it so we wouldn't offend them.
I wasn't sure if he was acting that way to be funny or whether he was really like that, but he seemed worried and his mom was too so I realized he really was like that.
anyway we went back to her store for him to talk with his dad, something related to them ( he told them in depth about his fianced). my brother and i were quite bored. i was craving ketchup for some reason.
Blahblah.. Then we went to the posh store the lady had originally wanted to take us to (before being interrupted by her son in his truck).. all together, with their family members...big palace type home. There were many other people there. It was like a tourist attraction, almost.
And we were shown round, told how the items (jewellery, fancy pottery, mosaic, calligraphy) were made, being shown around in groups (lots of people were there, it wsa like a party).
It seemed to be Turkey, to me (the setting of the dream).
I specifically noticed that most the people were mainly women, and were Muslim (headscarves).
Then we stepped in a side room that wound round the building, and opened a little to see the street... and it was beautiful, shaded, made of marble and grey stone...
fountains, lovely, cool, streaming water, it was unique curving sort of room, with a bit of stained glass, stones, calm, cool, relaxing.
Some of the girls were remarking on this, like oh this is a nice place to sit back and rest... let's rest here, nice and cool here-- it's hot inside...
It was rocks, basically, with water streaming down, along the side wall. very nice. my brother also lay back..
then i looked, there were (on the rocks above us) small children in black ragged clothes (very skinny), sleeping or trying to sleep, and crying. Shivering.
they had medium dark skin (looked to be south asian or yemeni, overall).
i tried to see if anyone noticed...
they did, once in a while remarked to the kids to move, but didn't seem to care, and went on with talking about the sights of the day (the artwork, embroidered clothes, history of the place).
i tried to make sense of it... the children seemed to be ragamuffin homeless kids just trying to sleep there...
i was very worried and distressed, found it eerie that nobody seemed to care. told my brother. we went back inside, and the lady (original posh lady in the dream) + her friends/family noticed about the children while talking pleasantly to us about how we found the place to be, they became annoyed and shooed them off, and complained that they keep coming on their property to sleep and eat.
Then everyone went for meal ...fancy..buffet inside...lots of dishes...
my breother and i got dishes and filled up with food pretending it was for us then snuck back to the fountain room to find the kids and couldnt..
i was very shocked, my brother and i went looking on the street, to find them to give them some money and food to eat and ask them to stay with us.
saw some on the wall somewhere, gave them food.
I went back and tried to convince the lady and her friends/ family to give the children a place to stay in that ginormous palace like building, they seemed annoyed, i went round the rooms searching for someplace for them to stay. I found a dimly lit room in which they were weaving carpets or something (weaving, anyway).
In that room, the man there said they needed more people there to help.
so i ran back and told the kids who were okay with it, to do it but didnt think it would actually happen ....
then i ran and asked the ladies inside, if they could hire those kids and let them stay at this palace as residents.
they seemed okay with it, but the ending was uncertain (whether they actually went thru with it or were just saying it and forgot to follow through).
the dream ended here.
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