African Work Site

Date: 1/10/2026

The only parts I remember in this dream are these. I am at a work site in a dry African country. They are building a house and I am there in Africa on a vacation of some kind. I feel like I am only there for a week. Someone who is more familiar than the rest of the workers fills up a tube with wet concrete, puts it in the back of his truck and tells me to get in. We navigate up a steep jagged dirt road with trees on either side until we get to another house being constructed. It's way more colourful and I assume it's being built for a woman. We are looking around the house, I feel like I'm having my first day at a new job. I don't know what they want me to do or why they want me there. But I contribute, I say that it makes more sense to mix the concrete on site rather than hauling it up for the other work site which is probably 1.5 km away. The house is on a steep hill and the rooms feel incomplete, kind of like cheaper houses in third world countries, like the windows didn't have glass, the plaster seemed rough and the construction didn't make the space feel open, it was a little cramped. The rooms were painted brightly and there were a few pieces of furniture in there. While he was showing me around, the guy I was with heard someone upstairs. At how excited I saw him get I said "is that your sister?" and he went upstairs to see. I followed behind but when I got up there, he and she were at the door. She was a much larger woman. Even though they were there I could still hear sounds from elsewhere in the house. I laid down in the bed in the bedroom and felt out of place, the whole time I was being shown both work sites I felt so shy and like not looking directly at anything or anyone. I could over hear the guy telling the girl what he thought of me...he said she is making too many assumptions. Then I met the woman and the first thing she said to me is "you want to get paid while you work here?" and like a sulky little kid I nodded. She laid in the bed with me to comfort me and part of her body weight was on me. I asked her questions about who the house belonged too and what the customs were in this country. She told me all kinds of things about what to be careful to say, not to drink too much and who to avoid etc. The man leading me around turned into Brian Furkus (the Trixie Mattel drag queen but out of drag) and the house belonged to his mother. The end.