Dream; Begging thugs

I only remember the part right before I woke up.

Well, I know there was a show of some kind. Educational. I wanted to get on the stage and dance, because it would be a lot of room. But of course you don't get on stages to dance. Anyway, the stage was behind us, while the movie was played in front of us. I gathered my coat and all into my bag as we left. Oh yeah, it was DCC, Denver Christmas Conference, put on by campus crusade (who I highly dislike), and my friend was there. Lee too. And my parents.

And then I went to a grocery store. There were five guys standing out front, demanding money before they'd let you in. Kind of like thugs. Except young. I had my five dollar bill, and I gave it to them. I told them to think of it as a gift instead of taking it from me. It felt stupid to say. Especially because I couldn't remember word gift in my dream, and it came out as 'tip'.

I went into store and bought my stuff. On the way in the door I overheard the kid say "Now we have forty two dollars!" I bought stuff. Then I came back out and the kids were there, but two of them were adults. I started talking with them about how much money they get. Not a lot. They said women gave them some, but never men (which was a contradiction to earlier in the dream; you'd give them money or get beat up or something). Now as beggars. They said they couldn't get a job. Most of them were hispanic, but one wasn't. But one of the hispanic men said he couldn't get a job and I asked if it was because of the culture. I didn't mean national culture though, I meant professional culture. He said yes, thinking national, and I tried to explain that even americans have to change to get a job, because professional culture is different from american culture, and everyone has to change to fit in. He didn't believe me, that even Americans have to change, and I knew he needed to, and then change that way, to get a job. He started crying about not having money to provide for his family, but it was real tears and I knew because he turned away so I wouldn't see. One of the other men had it too. They only had a little over $40 from people. Anyway, someone with me, Lee or something, gave them money. Then someone else gave them something else I can't remember. Then I woke up as I was about to give them a bag of fruits that I bought (in real life, actually. yesterday). And all these people around us were about to help them suddenly.

Idealistic dreaming, better than ridiculous or boring?

And of course there was entire adventure before this, with the conference and friends and all. But alarms really screw up the ability to remember after waking up.