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was outside a grey, wooden cabin. The doorway was
covered by a woven Indian drape. Small objects
had been tied and woven into the hanging... bird
skulls, bone, shells, beads, etc. For some
reason, I needed to know what was inside... even
though I really didn't want to be there. I pulled the hanging down off the door
and looked in. It was a tiny one-room cabin with
two beds. One bed was against the left wall, and
the other was facing the back wall, with the foot
against the wall and the head pointing towards
the door. Two female Indians lay on the beds...
dead... like they had been strangled. I remember
noticing their outfits were beautiful and
intricate. Both their bodies faced the far wall,
but their faces were pointing up toward me,
standing in the doorway.
I stepped back because the air
from around the place was making the hair on my
arms stand up. Something was not right here. I
started backing down a wooden walkway leading
down the slight hill away from the cabin.
Maybe 30 feet from the cabin,
The Boy appeared and stopped me. He took the door
hanging, which I had forgotten I still had, and
shook it out. He spoke to me, but I couldn't
understand his words... yet, I could still
understand the meaning.
The dream fragments here
because I was starting to wake up.
The boy did something... shook
the door hanging at me, then away a couple times.
I was to understand that he was purifying the
evil that had attached to me when I touched the
hanging and saw the murdered women. When he
finished, I did indeed feel better.
The dream jumped here and
suddenly, a truck drove through the compound. I
was to understand that these men in the truck had
killed the two women and many others and now they
were back to steal something from each cabin.
They saw us and swerved to hit us, but we jumped
up on a wooden rail that ran on either side of
another pathway. They chased us but we kept off
the ground and out of their reach.
End.
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