Dream: Construction, Malls and Lost Children

I was working on a job in a construction, but my boss was the same as at the restaurant I work at in real life. He was ragging on me about my poor attitude and lack of work ethic when I decided to ignore him and jump off of the scaffolding I was working. As I fell to the ground I noticed nails sticking up from the dirt and slowed myself down so that I could gently step between them, proud of my lithe movements. I walked across the street and bought a sandwich. As I sat there enjoying my sandwich (ham, I think), I wondered if I would get in trouble for ditching work. Just then a guy named Bob was driving a truck with a monstrous load of beams and cables, all connected in the most complex way. It resembled a tree in a way, but all right angled branches. He screwed up a dozen different ways in a very short time. He backed the truck into a pile of building materials, he scraped the truck along a building, knocked over a fire hydrant, smashed into another truck. He did even more and all of it was hilarious to me and everyone around. Eventually he drove on to much of a slant, tipping this huge construct over onto the building we were trying to make. He fell as he got out of the truck and started scolding people for still talking about it, even though it was in the past and happened so long ago, although it had just happened. I wandered into the mall behind me and, still munching my sandwich, started to wander. It was so big that I soon lost my bearings and decided to look for an exit. I noticed many armed guards everywhere and just figured that they must be on the lookout for terrorists. I also took special note of the racial diversity present in their ranks and was quite pleased at the equal opportunity employment. I followed one of the guards to a stairwell that wound down and down, below ground level I assumed. The walls were different, kind of a wood pattern, thought I doubted they were actually wood. “where does this stairway lead?” I asked. He replied simply, “I don’t know.” And kept walking, a look of confusion, anticipation and excitement on his face. He was enjoying exploring as much as I was. At the bottom stood a solitary guard. I asked him where we were. “the whole village” I heard him say. what he actually meant was “the hole village” meaning this small shanty town in the mall’s depths that had a hole in the wall as the entrance to it. Hole village was populated entirely by children. I was flabbergasted at this and asked who the leader was. “Baby Bang” they said, a scattered chorus of children’s voices as they all pointed at one small black kid. He stood up and started to walk towards me. he couldn’t have been older than five years old. “why is he the leader?” and they showed me. he had power to create things. specifically, he reflexively made the opposite of what someone else wished on someone else. On kid demonstrated, wishing their friend was thirsty and they had a bottle of water. I caught on quick, took a deep breath and shouted, “I wish you were all fed, clothed, and taken care of!” a few of them had food appear, a teddybear appear, some clothes. I wondered what happened. The boy had fallen asleep as he was too tired from my request, not having the strength to do it all at once.