camaraderie

I dreamt that I arrived on a bus. I was with a group of people working on a project. Were we building an orphanage in south america? creating a creative landscape? I'm not quite sure, but it felt like both.
We were all in grubby clothes ready to work. It was a fun atmosphere, although plenty of physical labor was ahead of us. I put down my things and looked around to see which project I could go offer my services to. I went over to where a friend was. He was a shorter fella with dark shiny hair, on the longer side with a bit of wave. His team was building an arch. I looked up and it was made of several pieces of wood put together in layers. It looked o k .. a bit on the fragile side. I noticed there was no base on either side of the arch, more of just a post, which made it look odd and incongruent. I offered a simple solution with what materials we had left. We could put two large wooden planter boxes around each post and build it up and/or grow a vine up it so that it wouldn't look like a skinned leg bone. They looked at me with pained faces. Not because they didn't like the idea, but because they were exhausted and thought they were done for the day. I told them to not worry about it. I could handle it myself.

It was time to get back on the bus. We grabbed our things. It was a productive day with good people. It felt great.