Dream 08/13/17

I was treading through the gray sky and high grasslands with a bunch of people. Were they Hmong? I have no idea. They didn't really even have faces.There was no trail and no direction. We skidded through a pond. It wasn't like any other pond I've ever seen. The water was so clean and so bright that I could see myself as if I was looking through a mirror. It looked almost magical, like a moving mirror with waves. We passed that and continued to walk. I had no idea what we were looking for, just assumed that maybe we were looking for herbs or medicine because the people I was following kept stopping and picking up plants and sticks. We then came across a enormous cave. It wasn't too dark because there was an opening at the top, so we could manage our way through it. As we walked, I noticed a flashing light at the corner of my eye. As I made my way towards it, I look up and I see a floating light of some sort. It had bright light rings around it. I jumped once, I couldn't grab it. I jumped twice, I still couldn't get it. On my third jump, I sky rocketed towards it but ended up falling off the cave. I was thousands of feet into the air falling towards my death. I remember telling myself that I was going to die.

I then suddenly remember the verse to call my nees neeb or shaman horse. You see, when I ua neeb, I must call for my shaman horse (the bench I sit on) in order to travel to other places as it is my guide to and from anywhere I go. In my dream, I called for it and before I could even finish, a colossal of white fog and white smoke came bursting at me and I was on top of a blackish-redish horse. This horse was huge! The size of a bus it was! It had black wings that seemed to spread out for days. It was so powerful that as it flew up, what seemed like a twister came about as we ascent upward. That horse saved my life. My nees neeb saved my life. I don't remember much after that. Then I woke up.

If someone ask me to explain how I feel about my journey, it'd be very difficult to put together the words. At times I feel it is a burden. At times it feels cool! And at times I feel like I just want to dig myself a hole, lay in it, and hopefully wake up with a different path. This dream is a reminder to me and to future Hmong shamans that we must learn to trust ourselves, our ability, our spirits, ancestors, and learn that there is so much strength yet to be uncovered. I am slowly progressing and am in no rush whatsoever to speed through my journey.

And for those who are reading this, there is a need for you to trust yourself and trust what you believe in because it could one day, save you.

-tfl