Last night I dreamt that I got a job at a camp for older children and teenagers with autism. The point of the camp was to raise the campers' self-esteem by having them contribute to society. They contributed by designing and building a concrete seawall. The details of the construction were very specific, except that I don't know how to describe all of the technical building stuff: first they built a skeleton on the beach made of really big rebars, and then, from large red containers, they poured jointed sections of concrete in wooden molds like people pour sidewalks, except this was vertical but for a slight concave shape that reminded me of the Hoover Dam. The inner parts of the seawall were like the Clackamas Town Center Transit Station. While we supervised the construction, we taught the campers songs and stuff. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, and the sand was white.
Something happened after that, but I don't remember anymore because I got up late and had to go right to church instead of writing this dream down immediately. Anyway, after the thing I can't remember, I woke up.
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