O.K., here's the dream that I am trying to understand :
I was with my father on the grounds of a federal prison, and we involved in some sort of subcontracting work (which has absolutely nothing to do with anything in my real life!). The rules at the prison were very strict, and I could see a few of the overweight prison guards walking around with rifles in their hands, somewhat joking with one another. My vehicle (a brown 1985 Chevy Astro van) was parked on a loading dock that was located at the bottom of a steep driveway at the bottom of a hill next to a dumpster.
Then, a single-file line of prisoners marched down the long driveway to the dumpster, and the prisoners were carrying their empty lunch trays in order to turn them back in. On each tray, there was a dead capybara (a southamerican rodent) about the size of a housecat. My father told me that we had to pry open the mouths of the dead capybaras in order to remove a dead rat that each animal had eaten.
I accidentally threw the first one away, and my father told me how we had to pry open the stiff jaws of the dead capybaras and remove a dead rat from each of their mouths. I was thoroughly disgusted, and I told my father that I could not remove the dead rats from the mouths of the dead capybaras because I would throw up. He said, “Oh great, that means I’ve got to do this all by myself.†I offered to help him gather the trays and help him in different ways, but my father was still disgusted with me, and I felt a degree of guilt and shame for not being able to help him. Nevertheless, I knew that if I would have helped him pry open those dead capybara jaws in order to remove the rats, that I would have thrown up all day long.
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