Last night, Christmas Eve, I had the oddest dream. If anyone is any good at dream interpretation, feel free to take a crack at it. I'd love to know what you think.
There were two parts to the dream, but the second part is what sticks in my mind the most, and so I guess it was the most important:
I was with a girl I didn't know and we were walking past a house not far from where my parents live in Western North Carolina. WNC is the ancestral home of the Cherokee Indians, and this is fairly important.
We were trying to follow the path of a stream behind that house, and we followed it into the woods. There we saw a Cherokee woman in an old-fashioned dress and bonnet of the sort ladies would have worn in the 1800's. She pointed into the woods and we saw a path that we began to follow. It was winter, as it is now, and the path was easy to see in between the trees. It was sunny, which made it even easier to follow.
As we went along, we noticed other paths not far away, leading uphill and down, twisting and turning back on themselves...
Eventually we came to a modern-looking hospital, but it had been long-abandoned. Somehow I knew it had been built to treat the Cherokee. This is strange because any hospital for Indians would have been built on the Cherokee reservation sixty miles from here. But at any rate we saw it, and could see inside to look at what appeared to be an old dental office. Then the path led us away.
It was then that I noticed that the path had been scraped -- smoothed and prepared. And I noticed a single shoeprint, which meant that someone had come before us.
And that's where it ended because that's when I woke up.
Any thoughts?
There were two parts to the dream, but the second part is what sticks in my mind the most, and so I guess it was the most important:
I was with a girl I didn't know and we were walking past a house not far from where my parents live in Western North Carolina. WNC is the ancestral home of the Cherokee Indians, and this is fairly important.
We were trying to follow the path of a stream behind that house, and we followed it into the woods. There we saw a Cherokee woman in an old-fashioned dress and bonnet of the sort ladies would have worn in the 1800's. She pointed into the woods and we saw a path that we began to follow. It was winter, as it is now, and the path was easy to see in between the trees. It was sunny, which made it even easier to follow.
As we went along, we noticed other paths not far away, leading uphill and down, twisting and turning back on themselves...
Eventually we came to a modern-looking hospital, but it had been long-abandoned. Somehow I knew it had been built to treat the Cherokee. This is strange because any hospital for Indians would have been built on the Cherokee reservation sixty miles from here. But at any rate we saw it, and could see inside to look at what appeared to be an old dental office. Then the path led us away.
It was then that I noticed that the path had been scraped -- smoothed and prepared. And I noticed a single shoeprint, which meant that someone had come before us.
And that's where it ended because that's when I woke up.
Any thoughts?
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