Dreams 3.4.19

I found myself in the forest, lost and confused as to why. A few steps away was this huge cave, very tall and dark. In it were these Hmong people, naked and bloody all over. The blood on their skin was old. I could tell because it was all dry and they looked like they haven't showered in forever. Hair all tangled up ad dirty faces. I could see the ribs on almost all of them. Similar to my previous dream, all of them had elongated arms almost reaching down to their feet. They could only crawl and if they did try to walk they had a crouch or a hump, making them so much shorter then me. I saw a few of them pulling out some dead bodies from that cave. I could feel someone breathing on my neck. I turned around and saw one of them looking and staring up at me. Breathing heavily, smiling and laughing. I woke up.

I'm at a Hmong woman's home. She was very old. She had a very bad cough. "Son, I am so poor. I had no money to give my husband a funeral so I buried him right there behind my house." As she pointed to her garden to show me where she had buried her dead husband she said to me, "I am going to die. And when I do this is where I want to be buried, right next to my husband. Can you do that for me?" Wanting to reply I couldn't. So I woke up. As I went back to sleep I ended up at her house again. She was no where to be found. In her back yard I noticed a freshly dug up grave with the soil and dirt on top. "She must had died." I said to myself. And then I woke up again.

Sometimes shamans have dreams when we experience people asking us for certain things and that is because shamans are typically the only ones able to be a messenger. Hungry spirits, ghosts, lost souls, and spirits of the deceased often come to shamans knowing they will be able to assist somehow. I suppose as shamans the only thing we can do is to cope with it and do our best to help those who are in need of help.

-tfl