joie de vivre here only intermittantly
I was in the desert, somewhere in the middle east – Iraq maybe. We were in some sort of large mobile fortification. We viewed as a threat. We thought it was funny – inside the fortification was a group of diverse women. We had come together for a cultural exchange and celebration. We were guarded by our brave and (very) handsome men who were posted around the fortification. The men all were wearing keffiyehs and carried large automatic weapons. This is why we were being viewed as a threat. But they were only gallantly guarding us – they would not attack anyone unprovoked.
Is it important? The fortification was hexagonal in shape, not uniform. I had in my mind a sketch of the fortification and the women inside as stick figures.
At the very end of the dream, I was teaching the group how to sing Kumbayah in harmony, the melody and the alto part. As I was entering waking consciousness, I thought it was funny that we would all be holding hands and singing this stereotypical song, when those who saw us as a threat came to pre-emptively attack.