Dreams walking stick

I was told in my dreams to throw away my walking stick.

I am working in a residential home and the people are in wheel chairs are not happy , they are shouting and banging their walking sticks making a lot of noise. there are a tv crew are recording this. i am trying to get out of there and climb up a fire excape ladder

I decided to go to ny for some reason... I went to milda's or ex girlfriend 's house. Ate some food she left over w rice and tomato soup. I knew she left for france or something. I could smell ber apt. Began watching a dvd abt her trip to dc and france.. Ended up in france.. And dc Alternating. Stairway up. Kept seeing woman going up a hill. The. A second with a walking stick and a hoodie. Decided to follow. Realized it was too steep. Heard a voice saying something like you are not allowed here. The steepness felt worse and i senses i was gonna fall. I grabbed onto a branch on the side. Whos there goes sound.. Ur not allowed here. I was cought and placed on rotating wheel with spikes stabbing thinfs before me and tossing them to the other side. Somehow i managed to escape. I woke up.

I appear in the undergrowth area, filled with sounds of the birds. I’m struggling with the shrubbery until I reach rusty metal structure that is made of two big circles. In the middle of it there is well-like hole. I come closer and start to pull out something with the string from the bottom of the dark hole. At one moment it seems to look like a live snake, but after I got it out, I see that is the white walking stick. Eventually I walk away, leaving the traces that were left by the walking stick on the ground. Later on, I appear in the abandoned territory, which is full of stones and the piles of sand. I go further until I reach a huge hollow and starts to descend down using the ladders. Once I get into the hollow I start to look for something once in a while. Further, I climb with the other ladders upwards and leave the venue. Then I appear in the old warehouse. There’s no one around, except the roosters that makes repetitive sounds. I see one side of the wall has a hole and I sneak inside. On the ground I see myself sleeping just behind the small tree. The shiny silver walking stick, with the shape of the crawling snake, is lying next to me. The last thing that I remember is narrow street, with all walls painted with accidental words. I start to move towards the end, carrying the white walking stick that I pulled out from the well in the beginning of my dream. Suddenly I start to mark the words with the stick and I feel that after each word the stick is getting smaller until it completely disappears.