I moved to Africa to get away from my mom. I moved in with a woman and a little boy. She was making an American flag for me and it reminded me of home so I told her to not make it. I was looking for something, again. It seems to be a recurring theme in almost every single one of my dreams. I was in this giant place with a red ship thingy in the middle. It kinda looked like that place where they put airplanes. There were Confederate Army dudes dressed in red marching everywhere on the ship. This one girl pretended to be one, but when she saw me she jumped down off the ship and got in a red golf cart and we slowly rode towards this small door in the building behind the ship.