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.
Sunday, September 6, 2009
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