Fireworks mine?

Last night I dreamed once again.

I found myself at school, and I left there, heading off with no destination in mind.  I found myself stopping at a store that I knew to sell fireworks... Walking though I saw where they minded materials to make them, and as I walked though I noticed monks from Tibet, wearing robes and using materials to make sand mandalas.  I noticed later on that the people who worked there were sweeping up the mandalas, just as soon as a monk finished one, before he had even left.  I remember thinking to msyelf how insensitive the people who worked there must be to destory these beautiful works of art.

I'm not sure if anything else happend.  I just wrote this up from memory, though  did make a voice recording of the dream upon awakening.