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small hill path wound down into a valley ahead.
By the sun above, it was sometime in the late
afternoon. During this entire dream, I was an
observer... invisible to the other characters...
which is strange because I'm usually a main
player in my dreams. Some
soldiers had captured an Indian brave and were
marching him to a strange looking building in the
small valley ahead. The Indian, who was quite
handsome, had both wrists bound by strong leather
cords. He had been tied for some time because his
wrists were bleeding. As they approached the last
rise before heading into the valley, they passed
a small ledge cut into the hill to the left of
the trail. There, sitting in the depression, was
a girl. She may have been a friend of mine from
high school... LB... though, I'm not sure. They
did not seem to notice her either and she watched
them pass silently.
Blackout.
Hours passed since the last
part of the dream and it was now dawn. The Indian
stood on a ledge overlooking another valley. The
ledge where the girl had observed was behind him. The air
was electric and I could feel that something was
happening. The Indian lifted his bound arms into
the air above his head and snapped the cords.
Then the girl was suddenly beside me and said
quietly, in almost a whisper "He is
finally free...."
Blackout.
More hours passed and it was
now night. The Indian stood on the side of a
steep hill as he watched a large furry animal
move in the night. I couldn't tell what it was,
though I thought it was a small black bear.
Suddenly, the Indian leapt down the hill like an
animal and caught the bear.
My view changed and I could now
watch him try to bite into it's neck and kill it
as a predator would. However, he didn't have much
luck, since his teeth were not that of a
predators. The animal wasn't struggling but,
finally, it seemed bored or fed up with this
human trying to "kill" it. So, it
escaped the Indian's grasp and ran up the hill a
little ways.
The brave was left with nothing
but fur and blood on his mouth. The Indian
demanded it come back... it stopped and turned
around, no longer wounded. Suddenly, I could see
it clearly... it was a grey wolf. It seemed to
look right at me as the shock of this information
sank in. There was a connection between us for a
moment before it turned, reached the top of the
hill, and then loped off without a second look
back.
All the while, the Indian
screamed for it to come back.
End.
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