posted on Jun, 12 2014 @ 08:08 PM
So, I had a dream. Only it hung around until morning, and I wrote it down (all right scribbled it). Man wearing a uniform, early Twentieth Century
brown. He is holding up a large bird, maybe fifteen, twenty pounds. Its head has been chopped off, and there are a lot of tail feathers. There is a
hold mess of people around him, shouting "Father." To his left, towards a morning sun, is a group of people. They are heavily armed. Many are
wearing a head dress, and all are drinking beer. They are guarding a oily looking, pipeline running behind the man to his right. The weapons are
pointed to their left, the south. The man called father speaks, "blood and religion, or freedom and peace." Other than the old uniform and weapons,
there was not much to identify who or where.