I dreamt that I was with a group of people in a remote wooded area. We found some silver powder on a rock - and we were chased off by some official looking people in uniforms. We figured out that this was the start of a mining project for gold and silver. We came back later with some pickaxes to harvest the ore. Right as someone made a strike at the rock - the same men from earlier spotted us and started shouting. We all started running again - except for one man who kept on striking at the rock (I have no clue who the guys I was with are - or why I was with them).
As we were running we ended up in a prospecting camp - and there was a native American there. He was dressed like everyone else - he seemed like just another prospector. He was bitter that white people laid claim to the land - and that white people got to decide who owned the silver that was just sitting in the ground. And he seemed even more disgusted that it was more white people (us) who decided to break the law. He thought if anyone should own the silver it was the native Americans.
We kept running and it seemed like we were in the 1800s - there were buggies and men riding horses everywhere.
As we were running we ended up in a prospecting camp - and there was a native American there. He was dressed like everyone else - he seemed like just another prospector. He was bitter that white people laid claim to the land - and that white people got to decide who owned the silver that was just sitting in the ground. And he seemed even more disgusted that it was more white people (us) who decided to break the law. He thought if anyone should own the silver it was the native Americans.
We kept running and it seemed like we were in the 1800s - there were buggies and men riding horses everywhere.
