What is the meaning of this dream? with futuristic-tech + Indigenous activity?

I’ve gotten into the habit of recording vivid dreams, so this one is unexpectedly interesting. It weaves our futuristic hyper-tech culture with Indigenous culture, so I am curious about its meaning.

Here’s.

We are at the Computer Science Institute. The examination period is approaching, so it’s revision time, and I am looking for a room to settle down and read. I move into one room where there are some OBs and a couple of Computer Science lecturers who are engaged in a discussion. It’s an informal discussion as others are reading. I take a seat and start reading while the discussion goes on. I’m trying to concentrate but of course while also following the discussion. I can’t recall the specifics but it’s a talk about high-tech, particularly the practicality around web3 + Metaverse + AI. The lecturers aren’t sure it’s possible yet but one student is assuring them that he knows colleagues making things happen.

Soon, the named geek enters the room and sets up the system, runs Linux commands, and demonstrates a few tricks. The one I remember is three people interchanging citizenships between three network states.

Then this happens. When he’s done with his demo. He asks someone to activate me into some kind of portal to a bizarre high-tech, kind of cyborg world — am guessing the metaverse — since I’ve been critical of it here. I don’t quite remember what he did to me in there, but I know it was humiliating.

Then he lets me out. Before I could even settle, he got an even better idea. So, I plead with him, ‘Please, I have exam papers soon just let me read’. But no, he wouldn’t listen, he had to try this out.

I’m activated into a more intense portal. But things don’t go as planned. Inside my cyborg/metaverse/AI self, my anger is activated. Not virtually but physically, I started hitting him with his machines. I hit, hit, hit. He is pleading, but am like. “ You think I don’t know this isn’t real?” He is in pain, fractured, and bleeding, but my metaverse/AI self believes he is playing funny jokes, so I hit, hit, hit. He asks for help, and I second-guess myself. “This might be real”. But how can it be real, it just doesn’t make sense, how can virtual or metaverse anger and torture turn into real physical torture? No. It’s a joke. So, I hit, hit, hit, even more.

Turns out it was real. Breaming with anger, pain, and helplessness, he asks someone to do the unthinkable. Put the portal on fire. I try to stop it lest I disappear within the virtual reality — but he manages to light the flammable finger. And booooom.

The next thing I knew, I was back to my human state, but in a different world. The fire break puked me into a vibrant indigenous hunter community. I was still my age but had embryonic fluids covering especially my abdomen parts. Now what? I looked around, unsure what to do or where to start. I arrived at this village after a successful hunting session. Men were finishing the skinning and sharing of what seemed to be a big catch, while women were preparing the fire.

It was a humble homestead with earth-made structures. A big anthill lay along what seemed to be a slow-flowing stream of water, part of which served as a slaughtering place with several logs hanging across both ends of the stream. Men were busy preparing and chopping meats hanging on the logs.

Everyone was so busy that no one noticed when I teleported into their compound. After looking around and trying to find my place in this community, a young teenager notices me and initiates dialogue. I don’t remember if we understood each other, but I know we became buddies, as I patted his bare back as we waggled through the logs, past older men busy with the meats.

I then met another younger teenager on the other side, who seemed to know a little English. After a little exchange, in which I expressed my curiosity to stay a while, live, and learn the culture of this community, he told me ‘I don’t think this is a place for you’. That’s what pushed me out of the whole dream.

If I could go back in, I would love to hear from him why he felt so!

But am curious what is your interpretation of this?