Odd dreams // 11th July 2009 //
I had a strange dream the other night and it’s sort of been bugging me ever since… In my dream, I could hear the thougths and see through the eyes of a Cherokee indian. He was a wise one, and all alone for some reason. He was faced with white men moving in close and homesteading in land that he occupied. Knowing he alone could not change the fact that these men would soon claim the land he could either leave, or find a way to adjust. So he became determined to learn a little of their language so he could trade furs and food. At the same time, warriors from another tribe saw these white men as a threat, and saw the Cherokee’s trading as a sign that he was helping the white men.
This is where the dream got strange… the warriors fired an arrow into the Cherokee’s back… and he landed on my living room floor where he died. Through the whole dream the setting was predictable. Settlers, horses, open land and all. But then when the Cherokee is shot, he lands on the living room floor of my brand new house.
I’m trying not to read too deeply into it, but our house WAS just built in history-rich Cherokee nation, right at the end of the historic Trail Of Tears (if you don’t know what that is, PLEASE do some homework on it). Between the new construction, the constant “hum” of energy around here, and my sensitivity towards that sort of thing, the dream has a very strong pull of memory rather than imagination.
