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>

Comments

[chochiyo-sama.livejournal.com]

what is a witch ball? Never heard of it before. Sounds intriguing.

:)

Oooh....DeAnn and her sister went to Guatamala at the beginning of the summer to pick up Josue. He is the cutest little punkin you've ever seen!!

I adore him, and he thinks Auntie C is the BOMB.

LOL

Witch ball

[the_godiva]

A witch ball looks like a glass christmas ornament ball. Only the sides have pockets that have been pulled into the ball so the inside has sorta glass webs in the middle. I think the concept is that the evil spirits go into the ball and get confused and can't get out; they're trapped.

Do a google search. It should come up with something.