Gypsy skill

It was a very interesting dream today morning. As usually, there were some previous developments before the main part what I remembered in the line. But, their prolog was difragmented, crambled and lost in my brain when I woke up and opened eyes.
The imprinted plot in my memory started only from rag fair. Undoubtedly, last doings could be developed earlier there, but as soon as unforgiving bright rays of the sun penetraited in my mind this dreaming turned in a limited story.
So, this narration began from the park's fair which my cognition put at a square of the Gorki Park in Almaty if it would be felled a lot of trees and destroyed some buildings there. Only try imagine, that if all the location once suddenly was bulldozed and covered by asphalt till Kompot area. And, as if many years after this there were constructed market boutiques from plastic frames and glass.
I visited it in my dream and several minutes was walking between cold rows of the bazaar-fair. Glaces of the boutiques were gleamed and the morning sun coming out of the mountains to the southeast. A few visitors tried to look at goods through showcases of yet closed stores.
I was walking towards the east part of the market and a Gypsy girl of about seven suddenly came out to meet me. She was without any adults from her tribe, but with several young followers from school boys and girls. This group was collected from polyethnic children who were grabed by her charm or hypnotic effect somewhere on a road near the bazaar.
All of them were clothed uniforms under jakets and some of them carried bags behind their backs. All of these pupils were transformed to gypsies by the young baroness in the morning. They met her and lost their identity, parents and any other aimes and interest of their previous life. Now the girls and boys were wanting just an easiest free life without social conventions of their families and ethnic communities. Just a life as Mowgli had or young gypsies.
They were going to the school but the young Gypsy baroness asked to discuss some issues with them this morning only for several seconds. But, the comicality of the situation was in fact that this young Gypsy girl, who knew magic secrets hadn't imagination what to do next after the transformation of these young souls.
She met me and tried to take me in her charm too. She had magical skills, but not a vision what to do with this power after such social proselitism. She was too young to make her own Gypsy camp with this young empty souls.
I felt she knew that this critical future trouble could be extraordinary serious very soon for her fragile magic. I understood the meaning of the situation and decided to help the casual Gypsy dramma. But, I didn't know how to do this.
I organised these spontaneous gypsies and they agreed to follow me from the market. We all together walked down along a river which was in concrete wearing like other Almaty rivers and stoped near a building of one Medical University. I decided to apply to somebody in this ofrganization and asked the Gypsy girl to stop near the frontal stairs and collect her young followers in a mob and guard them. While she was making it I went up stairs to find someone who could help me. I was afraid that I would wander the corridors in search of salvation and spend a long time for this.
Fortunatly, I suddenly met a group of graded medical or social work students and their informal head. She attendently listened me and organised her classmates to help me to take young lost souls away from the Mowgli condition. We went out together to the Gypsy's mob and I woke up.