Visions in the Dark

I was in a market in the Middle Ages of some kind where you couldn't buy anything but had to trade for it instead. I had many things to trade but most people either didn't want them or would try to scam me out of my items by giving me things in return that were not of the same value of the items I had. The person who ended up with the rarest and most valuable items would win. The King of our small Midieval like village would come and present the winner with gold coins and erect a plaque with their name on it in the town square were everyone could see it. Like many other people I desperately wanted to win and be publicly recognized but by the end of the day most of my good items had been cheated away from me and I was left with undesirable things or complete garbage.

At the end of the dream I am lieterally outside of the crowd who are pushing to see the presentation in the village square and I cannot push my way past anyone because I am smaller and weaker than everyone else. I drop what items I have left in a barrel and walk away down a narrow alleyway feeling dejected.