I know I have inner conflict IRL and sometimes dream of fighting my brother, but this is the most extreme fight with my brother I've ever had in a dream. The only thing I can think of during the day that I might have been conflicted over is that I tutored a college student in math, and this particular student makes me very anxious a lot of the time because he is very agitated, speaks rapidly with short rapid in-breaths, stomps his foot and bumps into me just form agitated movement. And my inner child hates this and hates that I've committed to tutoring him in math. Also I meditated a lot yesterday also and was on the receiving end of a lot of visual thinking in the form of attacks.

So here's the dream:

I am a member of a village in the U.S. and the entire village has decided to move overseas to a beautiful island. We look for a real estate developer who will build houses, build a whole new town on the seaside, for all of us if we pay them in silver pins. Each pin is worth thousands of dollars. So we gather all these pins. Then my brother is there and we start fighting. We punch each other and every time we punch each other we drive staples and nails and some of the silver pins into each other. I don't want to keep fighting him and I try to contain his anger, like get a bunch of people to help me hold onto his fingers and hold him back, but he keeps getting free and punching me again, and I keep punching back. I am aware that I'm trying to contain him with force. At this point we are both full of nails and staples.

We travel on an airplane to the new island, all this time my brother and I punching each other. A woman comes who is an expert on hiring real estate developers and she says we may have made a bad deal and that we need to stop paying them now and force them to build something first. A baby is there who is my little baby sister and she has just one pin to pay for her share, a tiny share compared to the rest of us. It's kind of cute.

Then my brother and I make a truce. We look at each other and realize the fighting is never going to end if we don't mutually agree to stop it. I start to pick all the staples and nails out of myself, and the silver pins too. I am extremely worried about losing the silver pins since they are so valuable. I put them down on a plate of food, like restaurant food, and most of the food has been eaten, so it's possible that a bus boy could come along and throw away the contents of the plate and throw away the silver pins. I get extremely worried this will happen. Suddenly the woman comes and tells us it's time to get on a plane and move somewhere new. But I'm so worried about losing pins that I spend a lot of time trying to gather them up. They are on this plate and in other locations. In one location is an older man who reminds me of a Unitarian-Universalist minister who is annoyed with me for gathering pins nearby him because he needs to use the phone.

I become aware that I've missed the flight. It's too late for me to catch up with the other villagers. I notice I'm on a beautiful island and I wander around and tell people we are planning to build a new village on the shore. I look at the ocean. It doesn't seem to matter much that I've missed the flight.

Then I start thinking about the real-life town Malibu where rich people have houses on the beach front. This is true in real life--these people own the property down to the tide line, but members of the public are free to come to use the beach if the tide is out and they stay below the tide line. Nevertheless, again this is true in real life, Malibu has hired these patrols who kick people off the beach because the rich people don't want their "privacy" invaded. So in the dream I'm on a Malibu beach and the tide is coming in, so I use this little boat to try to get to a public corridor where I can get off the beach without tresspassing, and something goes wrong and I start to get drawn out to sea. A lifeguard is there but he can't help me. In part of the dream I feel like I'm underwater watching this boat from the underside.

That's the last I remember of the dream.