The Construction Site Dream.

Me, my father, and my friend Colton are all walking through flat dirt, mixed with construction site-debris, bordered by large rusted beams. We seem to be on a large barge. There are higher and lower levels, all sectioned off into square flat dirt pieces. At some points, the dirt is liquid mud or oil, and i worry my dad, who is using crutches, will hit a soft spot and fall through. I repeatedly tell them to 'be careful'. Me and Colton stumble upon a construction worker, dead, lying, crumpled, on the black dirt. His head, still attached, is in a small silver shopping cart. He is wearing a blue-ish gray construction jumpsuit and a yellow helmet. He seems to be foreign. He has gapped and bloody teeth, and his suit is stained with blood and sweat. His hand is moving back and forth slightly, making it look as if he is waving. We casually point out the "glitch" of his hand moving, and also notice he is smiling. My dad, making his way to another part of the site that is a department store, brightly lit with glass walls and white linoleum floors, begins to talk to his manager, Tina Fey with a clipboard and a yellow helmet. Me and Colton notice a fleeting movement of a black shadow on a glass walkway far off.