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

[poliphilo.livejournal.com]

What a hideous dream.

Mine are rarely that realistic- thank goodness.

Wow.

[the_godiva]

I've had some pretty bad anxiety dreams but yours beats them all.

Be sure to discuss this with your therapist the next time you see her.

[sgt-majorette.livejournal.com]

Some people call that "lucid dreaming", when the scary part of the dream is that it feels like it might be a memory.

Medically, it's called "hypnogogic hallucination." It happens when your sleeping and waking cycles don't turn over in an orderly fashion.

In tribal cultures where they understand that linear time is a concept invented by humans to make sense of things we can't fathom, they call it "spirit walking", when you explore alternate universes in the safety of delta sleep.

[estherandmia.livejournal.com]

i seem to enjoy reading your "insanity", i hope you don´t mind that i added you
mia

[holczer13.livejournal.com]

Have you ever researched the land you live on? and who lived there before, and how long it was settled by the "white man"? Because the Lakota Sioux originated in Minnesota/Wisconsin and were only pushed out in the 1840's, to the west. It is just something to think about.

Alternatively, if you don't want to have that sort of dream ever again, pray before bed each nite to have soft sleep and sweet dreams, and you will.