Hello! I’m a little hesitant on sharing my story, well actually it was a dream I had one night, late September of 2009. Right after I had this dream I didn’t pay attention to the details and the symbolism. I strongly believe it holds meaning to my life. I have been thinking A lot about it lately. And I thought I’d share it with you.
First I’d like to tell you a little about myself and my history. I’m 25 years old and I am half native American. My teenage years for me have been hell. It was hard for me to make friends. I was struggling with my identity, (sexual identity).
Life at home wasn’t easy, my mom was the selfish type. She would never have you believe that. She and I never got along. My dad was always working out of town, except on weekends. So I spent most of my time reading, writing, and daydreaming.
Alright this dream I had started out with me in a third person sense. I knew who I was looking at was me. I saw myself in a heavily wooded area. I was surrounded by trees and I heard the sound of birds chirping, animals running through the woods.
You know the kind of sounds you would expect, being in the woods. Then I saw that I wasn’t alone, I was standing next to this beautiful girl. I was standing across from these two people knowing that I was the one standing next to this girl. It was strange.
I saw that these two people were deeply in love, it was an overwhelming feeling like this love that they shared could stand against anything without being broken. Suddenly, I sensed a feeling of overwhelming fear. After being alone together and being at peace with each other. They took off running hand in hand. I lost sight of them.
For some reason I didn’t go after them, I went the other direction. I was curious to see what they were running from. I then saw two groups of people. People of separate tribes.
Instantly I knew who these people were. On one side was the girls family, the other side was my family. Strangely, I did not recognize any of these people. Their faces were faces of anger and rage. I knew this was directed at the fact that their loved one is in love with someone they absolutely did not approve of.
After seeing this I woke up from being asleep in the dream as the boy. I sensed it was early morning, minutes before the sun was supposed to come out. I noticed that I was in a native American type of structural home. There was a fire crackling and I noticed the warmth of the fire burning.
I then saw an opening of the building, I got up and looked through it and I saw a figure of a man in the distance. A sense of fear and nervousness came over me. I looked again and I saw clearly who this man was. I recognized this man to be the father of the girl I was in love with.
His appearance and his demeanor was evil. He looked like he was prepared for war. His hair was long, black and it was sort of covering his face. His face was painted black with specks of white. He was wearing dark animal skin but he looked half naked.
I noticed that he was holding onto something, it was a weapon. An object that strangely stood out to me. It was a huge arrowhead. Tied to his right hand, he held it upright as he was walking.
It was dark silver, with very sharp edges. As I looked on, I couldn’t move. I was frozen in shock and horror. I knew he was coming for me, but strangely it never occurred to me to run.
He was coming closer and as he got closer he was inside. Words weren’t exchanged. Suddenly he grabbed me by the neck. Once he grabbed me by the neck, I was looking on, as a third person.
I saw him lift me up, once he lifted me up I started kicking. Right when he lifted me up, he pulled his left arm back and sliced my head off. I saw it as it was happening. I saw my lifeless body drop to the ground.
After slicing my head off he walked out and disappeared. Then I woke up. After dreaming about it I have never stopped thinking about it.
The next day I told my cousin about it and he suggested that I turn it into a lengthy story. But after thinking about it, I decided not to.
Thank you for reading. I hope to read your thoughts on my dream. I know that in order to interpret ones dream, it has to be a detailed description. I just thought I’d share it here.
Sent in by Vin Calabaza, Copyright 2011 TrueGhostTales.com