This dream is a bit muddled. But I was out camping and made friends with a group of kids (all siblings, but a HUUUUGE group) and like.. four or five where always clinging to me.
The parents disapproved of their being with me, but the children said they were all going to live with me. After a bunch of stuff happened, I ended up with the youngest girl (maybe 9) riding piggy back and saying how much she loved me and that I needed to go to her family's hut (HUGE) for a "UT people's meeting!"
There, all the family (maybe 30 kids and five adults) were all sitting at long tables. The oldest teen boys were sitting in front of their father, saying they wanted to follow the Goddess (me. o_O) and the father was trying to conduct a ceremony where they had to show their respect to him by letting him sample their food (rice with a brown sauce on it with diced vegetables on the side.) the boys flipped their pads of rice over and mashed it up then shoved it at him, showing their quiet rebellion.I somehow won (though the number of children shrank to only around eleven) and I was walking around the forest carrying and talking to the youngest again while going to the mobile home (Which was more like a big house with 2-3 stories) and passing the rooms where all the other kids were living. They were all delighted to see me and greeted me as I passed.
I was still carrying the girl on my back as we headed up a bunch of stairs to the attic where my room was.
The room was huge and brightly colored with a large bed where I had built a fort out of pillows.
The girl giggled at this saying how I'll probably stop when I reached my 20's. I commented that I was already 25 and she looked suprised... but very happy as she flopped onto the bed.
I woke up right then.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
Chickadee Ford
Dreamed about sitting with a girl who was Native American and wore a lifelike brown wolf mask. She was talking to me about how much she disliked people always harrassing her and taking her pictures when they saw her. I told her that with how I truly wanted to look, I would deal with the same thing. This seemed to give her a little heart at someone who could understand her.
I ended up being a 'guide' or companion for the girl as we traveled, first through a busy center such as a mall or the likes. Before we left, someone stopped her with a camera. She was ready to argue about it when the man suddenly asked if she would a picture of him and his wife for them. She did and we were suddenly approaching a sacred place that was now treated as a tourist spot. We had an old native american woman with us, and she said I needed to find my way. Inside the sacred "temple" of sorts, there were tourists gathered on benches in front of a pool that many people had thrown their pennies in. There was a strange contraption floating on the surface, and the older woman motioned at it and it began moving on it's own. It was working almost as a compass.
Suddenly dozens of chickadees began swimming in the water, and a white pelican sat on the other side of the pool with a white substance dribbling out of it's beak. It said that the chickadees were a sign that I was to go to the ford where Chickadee (a great leader or such who had once been in charge of the sacred place) was said to be.
We headed up a hill nearby, and someone in our group remarked that we were passing their old retreat. We looked over and saw a magnificent log mansion. The one who had spoken earlier said they'd had to abandon it because the lake that it was on the shore of had suddenly overtaken it, and we could see the waves from the lake lapping at the base of the mansion.
We moved on, topping the hill to see more of the lake. As we were headed towards our destination, we spotted a beautiful little building that looked as if it had been made out of sand and painted. I then woke up.
I ended up being a 'guide' or companion for the girl as we traveled, first through a busy center such as a mall or the likes. Before we left, someone stopped her with a camera. She was ready to argue about it when the man suddenly asked if she would a picture of him and his wife for them. She did and we were suddenly approaching a sacred place that was now treated as a tourist spot. We had an old native american woman with us, and she said I needed to find my way. Inside the sacred "temple" of sorts, there were tourists gathered on benches in front of a pool that many people had thrown their pennies in. There was a strange contraption floating on the surface, and the older woman motioned at it and it began moving on it's own. It was working almost as a compass.
Suddenly dozens of chickadees began swimming in the water, and a white pelican sat on the other side of the pool with a white substance dribbling out of it's beak. It said that the chickadees were a sign that I was to go to the ford where Chickadee (a great leader or such who had once been in charge of the sacred place) was said to be.
We headed up a hill nearby, and someone in our group remarked that we were passing their old retreat. We looked over and saw a magnificent log mansion. The one who had spoken earlier said they'd had to abandon it because the lake that it was on the shore of had suddenly overtaken it, and we could see the waves from the lake lapping at the base of the mansion.
We moved on, topping the hill to see more of the lake. As we were headed towards our destination, we spotted a beautiful little building that looked as if it had been made out of sand and painted. I then woke up.
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