Sandstone or Diamonds

I think I'm beginning to understand some of my wife's frustrations with me. To her it seems like I don't always go after the best things. In fact, sometimes I pass up things which would be great to have on my way to get something of lesser value. With that perspective, here I my dream I had two nights ago:

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It was bright outside, almost too bright in places; but the clouds made it seem as though the entire scenic hillside was part of an enormous indoor studio.

The man following me wore a nice suite and tie and a seemingly permanent smile. He was balding slightly; but his slick dark hair gave no hint of graying. I wore a more casual outfit, cargo pants and a brown t-shirt.

I was collecting some of the harder sandstone with a reddish tone to it in an attempt to make some kine of large linked ring (hey, just because it was my dream doesn't mean I really understand it).

While collecting this specific reddish sandstone rock I was climbing a cliff, which my follower in his suite could not accomplish. As I reached the top I saw a long ditch that was filled with heaping mounds of uncut diamonds and other precious jewels.

Two people, also at the top, groaned that now that I was there I would take all the diamonds. I informed them not to worry, that I was only looking for the reddish sandstone rock, and I left them, and the jewels alone.

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Strange how my wife's frustrations sometimes show up in my dreams. :D