I dreamt that I lived in Botswana on a ranch with a white family from South Africa. My mom and step-dad had volunteered to be missionaries and I was worried for a safety. The land was always hot and dark. The sky was always a dark purple like rainclouds and thunder was just around the corner. I kept begging for a rifle so I could learn how to shoot and keep us safe.
My dream was probably influenced by a review I heard on NPR.
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