My strange dreams

So, Ramadan has been happening for about a week now, and honestly, I haven’t noticed as much of a difference in the streets as I’d foreseen. I mean, there are a few less street food vendors, but there’s still pretty much the same hussle and bussle. At least during the day (at night, every one is praying, and its illegal to go out and party, according to Islam). But I find it so amazing that people can essentially go on with their daily lives without food or water. I at 5 hours ago, and I’m already dreaming about a nice big dinner.
I’ve been having strange dreams about leaving Senegal lately. The first one was about me having left without having bought all the memorabilia I wanted to buy or having a tailor copy this really cool pair on pants one of my friend has. I remember being really upset that my departure had crept up on me so much. The second dream, which I had last night, was about me going home to visit my family for Octoberb break (which happens this upcoming week). In my dream, going home for break was the normal expected trip. But as soon as I got there, I realized I didn’t have enough money to get back to Senegal. I kept telling my mom “I shouldn’t be here, I shouldn’t have come back. I need to go back to Senegal!” (No offense mom, cuz I love you and can’t wait to see you ok?). I can’t really seem to make sense of my dreams. I shouldn’t really even be thinking about leaving yet, cuz the trip isn’t even quite half over. Anyone able to make sense of them?