2nd May 2015 I walked the dirty streets of India with a young local, yet westernized girl. We chatted nonchalantly and as we stepped off the pavement I noticed a gold coin that had a half moon cut out from the top. The girl immediately notified me of its high value. A local man with his family noticed all of this and offered to purchase it from us. I negotiated with him, and after some fuss managed to bring get 5000rupees from him, as the Indian girl watched quietly.The man gave the gave her the 5000rupees and carried on his path.When I spoke to her about splitting the money she told me it was her coin and therefore her money.I felt flabergasted and cheated. I,after all, had done all the work!
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.
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