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Some Native Americans believe reoccurring dreams are important messages trying to tell us something.
Probably doesn't take a genius to figure out what my reoccurring childhood dream meant considering my unhappy upbringing.
I used to dream this when I was around 8 to 10 years old. I'm sent to the milk bar to get milk. It's night time. The streets on the way to the milk bar are familiar in my dream but no place I've ever seen before in real life. The street lights are on and many house lights are on with people up watching TV or something.
Looking like any other ordinary streets only it's not the way to any milk bar I ever went to. The milk bar is reminiscent of the milk bar from when I was a little girl and got stung by a bee for the first, and only time in my life.
I watch myself walk into the bar. When I come out empty handed I see that all the houses and streets have changed. Since I used them as visuals to know my way I can't find my way home. Panic races through me as I wonder how I will get home.
Not only that, but somehow I know that witches are out there in the dark, and are going to get me if I don't get back home where I'm safe. Scared, I start heading down one street looking for a familiar house. I turn down another street looking for another familiar house. I can hear the witches cackle, but I never see them.
In the end I run into one of the houses thinking I'll be safe, the people inside will let me in and the witches will think it's my real house and leave me alone.
Probably doesn't take a genius to figure out what my reoccurring childhood dream meant considering my unhappy upbringing.
I used to dream this when I was around 8 to 10 years old. I'm sent to the milk bar to get milk. It's night time. The streets on the way to the milk bar are familiar in my dream but no place I've ever seen before in real life. The street lights are on and many house lights are on with people up watching TV or something.
Looking like any other ordinary streets only it's not the way to any milk bar I ever went to. The milk bar is reminiscent of the milk bar from when I was a little girl and got stung by a bee for the first, and only time in my life.
I watch myself walk into the bar. When I come out empty handed I see that all the houses and streets have changed. Since I used them as visuals to know my way I can't find my way home. Panic races through me as I wonder how I will get home.
Not only that, but somehow I know that witches are out there in the dark, and are going to get me if I don't get back home where I'm safe. Scared, I start heading down one street looking for a familiar house. I turn down another street looking for another familiar house. I can hear the witches cackle, but I never see them.
In the end I run into one of the houses thinking I'll be safe, the people inside will let me in and the witches will think it's my real house and leave me alone.
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