My dream setting is the small school with my youth group and I stayed in Mexico for the mission trip this spring vacation. The weather was as if it didn't exist, neither warm nor cold. Yet the sun wasn't shining either. The area was familiar but it was not in Mexico. The scene was in my hometown. My friends (my age) were inside the building, probably playing cards, and I was inside. A male youth group advisor who is a good friend of mine and who has just moved away drove up to the school. He was unshaven and looked depressed although at the same time he was happy to be back with us. I was thrilled to see him and also curious as to why he was back. I asked him why he came back and he started crying and told me it was too hard there so he had to burn back. When my friends came out they were so happy to see him and immediately he because his normal cheerful self. They all walked on together without me, talking and laughing. I remember standing alone in the middle of the Mexican dirt road crying. I was crying because I was sad that he had returned. I knew there were so many opportunities for him. I grieved for the life that he was missing out on. My dream ended with me crying alone in the streets.