Chronicles of the Cosmos

I woke up at 6 A.M. this morning, went to the restroom, drunk some cold water, and went back to bed. I had remembered that Hunt Doc had asked me if I'd return in 12 hours. I had every intention of doing so--I fell asleep.

I'm but a little boy--a clansman with light brown skin--of perhaps 7 to 10 years old. Deep down I knew that I was this "Netelus" person my the old lay, my dream guide, had told me about.

The very first thing I remember was standing before a fully grown elephant. I never dream of elephants, lol. This was most certainly a first. Somehow I got this mammoth to follow me and I led it to a drinking hole so it could indulge itself with some fresh water. I could hear how impressed the other clansmen were at my ability to control this animal without using force or mounting its back. The next I remember is bringing it back the to clearing with the other clansmen.

The clansmen all had light brown skin. They wore cloth around their wastes, some wore belts of bone around their wastes, around their necks, and over their shoulders. As far as I could tell, they were not wearing shirts, hats, or shoes. I am certain I bore similar garments. There were women sitting on logs conversing about stuff and the clothing they wore was very much like what my dream guide was wearing--if she were there, she'd fit right in.

Grandfather

The very next thing I remember is hovering a good ways off the ground with my arms crossed. I was a very, very little boy indeed! And I was so far off the ground, my head stood elevated with that of my grandpa's (Netelus' grandfather). My grandfather stood tall next to me; he wasn't fat at all but he was a very tall and large man with white eye brows and a short, white beard. He bore clothing of white, black, and red, I believe, and a hat of the same color pattern. The impression I got from him was that of a shaman.

I was conversing with one of the clansman and I told them "out of all of our clan's generations, only my grandfather and I had mastered the art of levitation." My grandfather turned to me and asked me what I had told that boy. I told him and he nodded. Even though we spoke English, I know that that was not our actual language.

Symbolic Scene?

The next thing I know, my clansmen are being used as levelers to be placed on stacks of massive tree logs to keep them steady and stable. I believe that this scene is symbolic and represents something important. We were being forced to lay down on stacks of these massive cut tree logs and somebody was placing these huge logs on top of us! What is this?

It was such a horrific sight! I could hear the screams of my clansmen as they were being crushed beneath tree logs. Somehow, I found myself laying upon the stack with the others and a log slowly came down on top of us. I felt the immense pressure squashing me like a pancake; it felt like Death himself was sitting on my back. As I heard more and more clansmen screaming, I thought to myself, "I'll kill them all! (the enemy)."

I was not going to die that way nor was I going to let my people suffer. Enraged, I clenched my teeth and manged to turned my head to get a better view of what was going on. I thought about destroying these logs and the logs that were on top us and coming down stopped, bended at the middle (they nearly broke), and they shot upward off of us. I was going to get up and crush my enemies mercilessly with psychokinesis but I woke up. Funny thing was, I never actually saw the enemy.

I did not go lucid during that dream and I didn't think to ask for the name of our tribe. It just never occurred to me to do so. I will add that to my list of things to do.