Bad Dreams woke me up

[chochiyo_sama]

I am groggy and disturbed, so this might not make any sense.

I dreamed about several tribes of Native Americans and some groups of people who were pioneers/colonists.

There was a big meadow--like a pasture with a woods in it--but not a dense woods--just a lot of trees.

It was like a round robin of death.  Each group of Native Americans and each group of the "settlers" were involved--they attacked each other and killed scads of each other.

In the dream, it was like I was partially the omniscient observer, but also I was there--it was like I was constantly just a few steps behind whatever group was invading and killing people (and they all were invading and killing).  And I was always too late to stop it.  There were others with me too--but I don't know who we were supposed to be.

I know one of the Native Americans was called White Eagle--and he had white paint on his chin that looked like three slashes, as if his chin had been clawed by sometihing.

What was most disturbing about it was that there were so many dead children in it.

Shortly before I woke up, I saw a young girl dressed in black--she was the only survivor of the attack.  She was running through this meadow, crying.  The people who were with me ran ahead towards this young girl.  She was maybe 10.  They were encouraging her to run run run!

Then the group led by White Eagle road through them on paint ponies and rode her down.  I could hear her gasping for breath and sobbing.  Then it was like somebody was telling me what happened--but I could also see it in my mind's eye.  They cut off her head and played with it--smacking it around the meadow with branches that had been laying on the ground as if her head were the puck in a hockey game.

I felt such a sense of horror and sadness and futility--I didn't know how to fix this.  And I believed I could not fix it, and that people were going to die and die and die because *I* did not know what to do.

I don't know why that, in dreams, I am always faced with the impossible task of saving hundreds of people from horrible fates, but I have nothing to battle evil with.  yet, I don't stop trying to save them.

I must be really stupid--or else I have some sort of Messiah complex.

Ah well.

Need to go back to sleep.

Cat is howling.

I suppose she is jealous of the computer.

LOL>

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[chochiyo-sama.livejournal.com]

Well, this actually is prime (former) hunting grounds for the Lakota. From Owatonna to Rochester there are tons of stories and artifacts about the Lakota people.

My sister lives right across the street from Rice Lake State Park. They still find gobs of arrowheads there.

I don't think the ancient peoples are sending me messages, though, because I have this basic theme of nightmare frequently.

They usually don't involve Native Americans.

Often the dreams involve Satan, tornadoes, or nuclear holocausts.

The uniting theme is always that there are a bunch of people (often children) who are about to be killed or worse, and I know I am supposed to save them, but I have no weapons, no transportation, no power of any kind. And if I try to dial 911 on the phones in the dream, I just hear people conversing way in the distance like an old fashioned party line. They ignore my requests for help.

If I pick up a stick to have some sort of weapon, it turns into something pathetic in my hand--like a carrot or a feather.

It's very frustrating.

When I finally wake up, I feel guilty--like I abandoned these dream people to die.

Sick, huh?