posted on Sep, 3 2018 @ 04:40 AM
It is only a dream.
Im on leave for a few weeks from the army, and i have the opportunity to go visit my home on the navajo nation, of arizona. Im driving my vehicle up a
bumpy desert dirt road, the wheels of my suv carefully crawling up the rough incline to my newly purchased home.
The house sits alone on top of a hill, with two full green trees on each side, providing comfort for my eyes from the surrounding dusty landscape.
Barren hills stretch out in all directions to the distant fading mesas, creating the area we call 'the Valley'. The next door neighbor is several
miles further down the road.
The sun is setting, and the western sun is in my eyes, but as i reach the shadow cast by my home, i can clearly see three navajo men trying to keep
warm around a fire in front of my house. They wear old jackets, and have weathered faces, and are long due for haircuts and showers. They look like
they have been drinking. One of them i recognize as my step-father's brother, who we all call Stone. I dont actually know if that is his actual name
or just a nickname.
The men watch me pull up next to them, and before i can step out of my vehicle to greet them, the men kick out the fire and walk down the road away
from me. My family was never as welcoming to drunk indians as the rest of our relatives were, and because of that we were treated like bilagana.
Sun has disappeared behind the western mesa, and it suddenly becomes cold, so i waste no time on going inside. My house is a small two bedroom, and
empty, so i barricade myself in my bedroom with snacks, a warm blanket and some tv. My window shades are open, and thanks to eerie light from the
moon, i can clearly see for several miles from my room.
Then i think about how easily somebody could be watching my tv screen from that same distance. I can feel my hairs rise, as i realize that somebody
could be watching me from that distance. Somebody is watching me. Or am i just feeding my fear?
They could be waiting for me to fall asleep, so that they can crawl into my room and mysteriously hover over my bed. My muscles tighten to fight my
own desire to jump out in fear. I do not want them to know that i am on to them.
As calm as can, i turn off the tv. But surely this will cause them to move closer, to watch me from just outside my window. To be sure they cant see
me, i tactfully roll off my bed, directly beneath the window and i wait.
The moonlight is now shining brightly onto my bed, the shape of the window slanted across my blanket. I begin to get tired, and i rub my heavy eyes,
but when i look at the bed again, there is figure partially blocking the light casted onto the bed. There is something standing outside my window.
I wait to hear it try to open the locked window, but instead i hear a quiet shuffle. I then realize that the shuffle is my inside window shades.
Its already coming inside.
My adrenaline hits a high, and fight or flight kicks in. In a desperate rage i reach my hands to grab the thing coming through the window. I briefly
hesitated as my hands felt a fleshy face, but i quickly dug my fingers in to the soft skin, and yanked it through the window, tossing it on to my bed.
It let out an ugly scream as it was pulled.
It is an infant with charcoal black skin, and the face of a grinning man. The only features i can make out are the white in the wide open eyes, and
the toothy open smile that goes from ear to ear. And it is still screaming.
I wake up and immediately relay the dream to my wife. We conclude it was a nightmare. The next day, my mother calls me to let me know that Stone died
a few days earlier. Shocked by the news, i then tell my mother about my dream, and my mother begins to freak out. She then tells me that Stone was
drinking with some friends, and they ended up beating him and dumped him in a shallow canal. He froze to death.
I feel i have a good understanding of what the dream means to me, but i am very curious to hear yall's interpretations.
Thanks for reading