I had a dream last night that I was back in Peace Corps. This time I was in Cameroon working in an orphanage for Jewish kids, which is strange, because I don't think there are any Jews in that part of Africa. My brother was there, working with the Peace Corps in the same orphanage. It was really odd. The group of kids of half divided between Africans and Europeans, but all spoke various African dialects.

During a break my brother and I left the orphange to go into town to get something to eat. The bus comes. It's painted red and it looks just like the buses in Samoa, built out of wood on the chassis of a huge Toyota truck. You have to pay as you get on, unlike Samoa where you pay when you get off. I try to drop the coins in the driver's hand, but they scatter all over the floor. The driver gets all pissed off while I try to explain to him that hands in Samoa are much bigger than the hands in Cameroon, so I misjudged my target. He laughs at me.

That's it. That's all I remember, except something vague about a performance of the dance contest winners before we left the orphange which wasn't very interesting or memorable. The dances were all some kind of drunken polka thing.

What the hell could this dream mean?