I was prospecting with my childhood dog but she was a he and he had human like functioning arms but still covered in curley hair.
So we were digging through dirt areas mixed with patches of weeds and he had a knack for finding bananas.
All the while actual triceratops skulls and bones fossiles were strewn about and we didn't care at all.
Then the dream turned into a real-estate scam where me and some shady realtor were marking tiny plots of public land for sale with 1 step above cardboard tiny homes placed on them. I mean these plots were less than 4 horse squared and we didn't even build the house, we just left a costco style box with a picture of a house on the side like a hardware kit. The plot he pointed out, even smaller, just sold for 70k.
