Recent dreams containing native page 10

My mom starts dating this guy that looks like Steven Tyler, this guy is really mean and bosses us around. Then my mom says that we are going to move into this new house with him. She takes us to the house and it is a really futuristic house in the middle of the woods. Then we get there and I have to share a bedroom with all my siblings. Then me and my mom are in the house alone, she says we are going to decorate the dining room. But once we get into the dining room she decorates it how she wants to, and doesn't ask for my imput. So, then my mom's boyfriend comes back,----(i had a black out)----and all of the sudden my dad and step-mom were living in the house. We were in the living room with them and we were having a really good time. It was storming outside and the whole driveway was flooded. Then my mom shows up in the driveway, and tells us that we need to go. So my brother and sister go outside, and i said, "No, i dont want to leave!" But my mom kept insisting that I go outside. Then I was talking to my dad and i said that i don't want to leave. He said, "It's OK i'll be fine, you can go." But he was crying as he said it. And I said, "No, I don't want to leave you!" I went over to the window, and looked down the hill in our back yard. There was a Native American at the bottom of the hill with a bow and arrow. I screamed, "No!!" Then he shot the bow and arrow and it hit my dad. I was on the ground crying. My mom just kept saying that we needed to go. So my sister came and helped with my dad, but then she left and went outside in the driveway with my mom and brother. So I looked out the door, and my mom said she was leaving with my two siblings. I went out in the driveway, but it was all flooded up to my knees, and pooring down rain. She left on a raft.

I remember seeing an old native american man.he looked like a shaman.he came to me and said something in a language that i did not understand.he looked worried.then the next thing i know a bunch of native americans started dancing around me.and everything started going black.then the shaman said one last thing to me and disappeared

I am holding a 1/4 full gallon of milk in my hand. I alternatively sniff, and hesitantly taste the milk to figure out if it has spoiled. I still don't know. This is a recurring dream.

My native home where a green parrot in my house, my relatives is reading a news paper

I was in a middle eastern village that was suddenly attacked by native americans. i ran away on a horse. and then my girlfriend was with me and we walked and i noticed she was wounded. Then i saw a worm sticking out of her wound. When i got closer i noticed it became a snake so i grabbed two sticks from the ground. I tried to get the snake out but the snake went back into the wound. So i backed away and then it came out again. I grabbed it with the stick and pulled it out. The snake fell onto the ground and I snapped its neck.

I am on a beach and a beautiful girl rides up to me on a pink unicorn and asks me to help her feed the native people her tacos.

I'm trying to warn natives in a canoe of forboding danger. They don't listen. I'm on a cliff then in the water. I'm swimming and trying to hide from dangerous men. There are dead bodies floating all around me in the water.

I have a recurring dream that I am in the last days of high school and learn that I will not graduate and the only alternative will be a GED because I am too old. (I am a high school graduate.)

I walked dowwntown at night by myself past a store a few times. The store was set below street level and you had to walk down a staircase to get to it. A few other young peoplevwent in there but I never did. Eventually I walked back to a car, and a middle-aged Native man that O didn't know was standing under a the light of a street lamp near the car. He had long dark hair that was tied back in a pony tail, and was wearing light wash dirty jeans and an old grey, dark green, and red sweatshirt. He tried to talk to me but I jumped in the car and locked the doors. I hid on the floor curled up so he couldn't see me. Facts about kidnapping went through my mind. I tried to call my dad but then I tried calling 911. No one answered the phone. I cpuldn't drive away because I didn't have the keys or a driver's license that allows me to drive alone. At some point the Native man got in the car but I don't know how. I didn't let him in and he didn't open the door. He started driving the car away and I asked him to let me go, but he wouldn't. He was now wearing a blue button down shirt and his hair was down. He staryed talking to me, and told me he was taking me somewhere nut wouldn't say where. I thought about more kidnapping statistics and that I probably would never see my parents again. I tried to figure out how to escape but I couldn't think of any solutions.

Discussing with a white foreign woman in my native language