Weird dream at Jack's

So this woman I work w/ at the state job, Lindsey Capps, was doing a report on my involvement on American Indian culture. So, I was talking to her, and I was also working at some camp. I recall having to kick a rock for a very long distance, as some sort of requirement or something.

Oh... it had to do w/ creating some kind of road w/ an old friend of mine named Beckman. Needless to say, there's a fella here in Austin named Cummings who looks and acts so much like Beckman that I'm beginning to call him Beckman. I wonder if that's OK.

So, anyway, Beckman and I get in this strange vehicle that I think we created, and I insist that we always take this same path, though it's off-trail and into a field, a field that is meadow-like, and oh how I like meadows...

Back to Lindsey. I wasn't sure I was giving her what she wanted. It was my story, or my involvement in American Indian culture, and being a bit of a hob, it wasn't, like, authentic culture like an ethnographer would tell it, like w/ objective views and all. So, I was concerned, but she didn't seem to be too worried. The report was due in two weeks.

I was filling up a picture album for her. And, Andy Snell, who is an old friend of mine, who is conservative Christian to the right side, I think, still, had just starting dancing war dance and had a full regalia, w/ leggings, roach, the works, you know. And I had a picture of him, and this, I felt, was a very important point to make to Lindsey.

At the same time, a family reunion was going on- and this is the best part, I think. This small child that looked Indian, came up to me in the cafeteria; he was my relative, you see, but I had just met him and didn't remember him. Well, he just takes my milk and begins to squirt it all over the place and throws it on the ground and stomps on it. So, I jump him and pull him to the ground and get in his face and yell, repeatedly, "What the f___ are you doing!?" So, he runs back to the reunion to say what happened, distressed. And, I hear about it later at the reunion, and I hear about said word that I decided to cryptate (I'm using Dave-Brownish there). The relatives at the reunion felt that I'd done something wrong, especially w/ the language... well, some of them did. But I was all into defending myself, I remember...