Woke up in a dream in which I found myself out walking when I saw a man I felt very comfortable with.  He was hitching up a wagon to the horses and as we chatted he said that there was some business  that they were on their way to take care of and suggested it would be a good thing if I came with them.  So I said okay and hopped into the back of the wagon while another lady hopped into the front. 

We set off in a slow roll and as we rolled along I began to sing a song about a place of peace.  Inside the song I made up all the rules of how it was to be at this place of peace, and as the journey was very long I continued to softly sing my little song about a place of peace and how it would feel to live in a such a place.

After we rode along for what seemed like days that stretched without end it finally came time for us to trade in our wagon for a new wagon.  Our driver hitched up the new wagon to some more horses and again we lumbered along as I sang my little song about a beautiful place I called the place of peace.

We traveled for a long ways again in this new wagon with the horses lumbering ahead of us.  Finally we came to a mountain and began to ascend as I sang my little song.  As I was singing softly in the back of the wagon we came upon a Village that seemed hostile in their nature.  Peaking up over the wagon I watched as some riders on thundering horses came riding at us

In their hands they held shafts of lightning that they shook at us, and on their painted pony's I could see that lightning bolts had been painted on their shafts.  They felt very threatening so I ducked down in the back of the wagon and pretended to be asleep.  They hollered out that it was about time that we had arrived, that we were almost too late for our appointment.

We continued on in our wagon and when we arrive at a place where the road Y'ed the wagon stopped and the man and woman got off the wagon and began heading down the hill into the Village.  I didn't know if I was supposed to get off or now, for he did not tell me to come, and as I watched some men from the Village came up from the Village and treated him a little rough, pushing him down the hill as if to indicate that he should go faster as if he was late.

After a time they seemed to indicate that I was to come too, and since I was curious about the safety of the one who had brought me to this Village, I decided I should go check and see he was okay.  They took me down to some sort of house that seemed to house one family all together  where I was greeted by the Mother. 

She was a very strong willed woman, staunch and proud, who immediately began calling her sons to come to her.  Then she proceeded to parade her sons in front of me.  One by one they were sent over to come sit with me and talk with me. 

I was feeling a little intimidated as I was a very gentle singer and while all the thundering ones were fascinating there was one, he had a very loud bold roughness to him that I found alluring and exciting, but at the same time I did not feel completely safe with him, sometimes I would feel like I should duck.  There was another one with black hair and he made me feel so safe.   Every time his mother sent him to me I would feel completely safe as we would sit together talking.  Being with him immediately felt like talking to a friend. 

After a time she kept alternating between the one that was more like a wild storm raging and the one who felt so gentle that every time he came to be with me I would feel very comfortable and safe being with him.  It would be like when the wild storm raged with his thundering song I would be so excited and fascinated, but when the gentle one would come over it would feel like we had been best friends forever.  I would just feel so comfortable sitting with him like someone I wanted to lean against his shoulder and touch him softly and just whisper words of comfort to.

After some time had passed I found us sitting in a room together all facing each other as if in counsel.  The one I felt comfortable with was sitting to my side and all around us sat the other brothers who had been paraded before me.  The man who I had rode with to this Village was sitting with another woman from the Village and after a bit of discussion amongst the Counsel the man and the woman got up hand in hand and were escorted to another room where the door closed behind them.

With this all eyes turn to me and suddenly I realize that the reason the Wakina brothers had been paraded before me was so that we could make an exchange and the one who was being offered to me was the one who sitting beside me.  Inside the dream I felt my human response kick in as I had not realized that there was to be an exchange between us.  I also realize this beautiful man sitting beside me was the one who had been chosen for me and that to not choose him would dishonor him and the mother Thunderbird and that then one would chosen for me... so I grabbed his hand, together we rose and were escorted into a room with a bed..

It had a very oriental feel, like ancient, before the time of the split of the brothers where one traveled and became oriental and the other traveled to Turtle Island to become the Indigenous there.  The room was just partitioned off, like something you would see in a movie with hand painted rice paper partition.  There was a bed that had the appearance of being straw like with an animals skin thrown over it and that was pretty much all that was in the room besides a small night stand.

So he takes off all of his clothes and he lays down on the bed and I take off all my clothes and crawl on to straddle him.  He is so comfortable to be with, to talk to, that I am just sitting on top of him looking at him smiling as we are chatting when I see that he has a tattoo that runs all the way from his shoulder down his body like a river.  As I bend down to look closer I see that it is a poem so I start at the top and I begin to read it.

Him and I, we speak different languages, so first I read a sentence in my language, which is revealed to me in pictures, and then I very slowly begin to translate the picture I am seeing into the words of his language.  I take my finger and touch the words of his poem as I am translating very slowly and very precisely

The poetry that was written across his body was so beautiful.  It was the story of his life.  From inside his story I saw his birth.  I saw him take his first steps, saw the first time he fell.  I saw the story of his life, through every bend and twist and curve I continued on.  Gently touching my finger to his body I would first see the pictures in my language which I would speak, then I would begin translating it slowly and deliberately into his language.  Sometimes he would ever so tenderly correct my pronunciation so I would very slowly say the word exactly as he said it, and then I would read the whole paragraph again in his language so that I captured every nuance of the poem

060311 I am still working on this.  I have not finished writing out the dream yet, and i am looking for picture to go with..  today on my way home from work, the mother Thunderbird revealed herself to me inside the clouds...  and like the bed with the hay with a skin on top was yellow clouds with like dark shadow on top....  so this is where I am working on this.....  I hope I finish this soon..

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