Aggravating Dream . . .

I guess either watching The Prophecy again yesterday sparked yet another Native American infuenced dream, or my greatgrandmother's people are talking to me.

I dreamed I was a newlywed. My husband and I lived in a small space that had a shopping mall kind of look to it. We lived across the street either from an indian reservation or an area where they hold some sort of celebration. There was a ditch beside the road on their side and in the ditch were two dogs, one, a red with black spots was dead, one, a dark gray with black spots was nearly dead. I was just so angry. I couldn't get an explanation as to why they had to kill dogs for their celebration. A very young indian girl walked by and I grabbed her and shook her, demanding she tell me about the celebration. She was dressed in a tan dress embroidered with flowers and her hair was in loose pigtails.  Though she was speaking english she was talking as a lot of little kids do and I couldn't understand a word she said. I kept spinning her around and trying to get her to explain. Eventually an old indian man came by and he explained, though I don't remember the explaination. I lightened up but still felt sorry for the dogs and was still upset about it. I heard the man tell another indian man that next time not to leave the dogs where the wasichu can see them.  I began washing dishes and came across some papers that had to do with the celebration.  I took them to the tribe in case they wanted to save them so they could use similar ones next year.  Woke after that.