I saw my sis painting an orange car with rust pockmarks with white paint then i came over to help, bcos it looked fun. When I started painting my father came over, and said its a birthday present for my younger cousin bro. I realised it was a humvee, my dream car. So emotion welled up; bcos i wanted it and that (for that dream) my dad dint give me a present during my birthday and is now giving it to my cousin(of all ppl) when it should be me. I cried there and then refusing to paint; but they ignored me and kept on painting. Next i found myself in a corporate enviroment, those halls of buildings where you first step in, glass walls with strong pillars and inside water features. Many people surrounded me happy in my presence. I quickly found my right hand man(who was a first class citizen in my country-i am not) who complied to me, i wanted my father out of this life. And found another(also first class) who agreed to remove all his property. Then i went out with my friends. The dream ended with me taking my mom and gf away and leaving my father to ponder over his bigotry. Poor and alone. But he was not broken in that dream. I was sad it had to end that way. First class citizens. e.g in Aus, caucasians get most benefits while the asians there(second class) are trailling behind. For my country, things like that still do exist. First class citizens. e.g in Aus, caucasians get most benefits while the asians there(second class) are trailling behind. For my country, things like that still do exist. It was like, i was sad in the end because i felt the male authority figure was small minded... we could all be rich but you chose to suppress, now you are made poor kind of thing.