posted on Sep, 25 2013 @ 11:06 AM
The only dream I have had with Native Americans in it that I remember, is one I will never forget. I am a little over 1/3 cherokee, so I assume the
ones in the dream were cherokee as well. I was in a valley in the appalachians, and these three native americans rose over the mountains, to the
south east. Larger then the mountains. The middle one had a large headband, red paint in two horizontal lines under his eyes. The ones on either
side had no ornamentation, except small leather pouches around their necks.
The middle one rose both hands in the air, and began speaking. I "heard" his language, but "understood" it in mine, like stereo out of whack. As
he spoke, the two others waved their hands and visions appeared. The first was the entire valley was covered with ash, and the elk and buffalo were
dying. The second was the entire valley was dry and parched, and fish were dying in dried up streams and ponds. The last showed fresh vegetation,
and people clothed in rags crawling around deformed. He looked me right in the eye and said something, which I understood in my dream, but upon
waking, when I tried to write it down, I remember nothing of what was said.