I’ve had an epiphany and now know that the American Civil War was allowed to happen so that, while people were occupied with the war, the government could kill/murder/eradicate the Indians. Having read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee i realize the truth of my conspiracy theory. Knowing that, i can see that everything that is going on today (wars, murders, genocide) is a cover for more dire things happening of which most people aren’t even aware. I’m in a room with several display tables. There are a few other people in the room, some manning the tables, some just wandering about. I have a magic marker and an easel holding a giant pad of paper as tall as i am. I’m writing down the conspiracy theory about the Civil War and the Indians and i’ve filled up one page and have started on the next. I specifically remember writing down the part of having read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee.
Another dream. It’s in a house i’m not familiar with but i know the man who owns it and his son. It’s night time and i’m outside in the yard ?because i hear something? and out on the lawn i see some kind of creature. It’s furry and about the size of a large rabbit but it’s got a square shaped head, a square shaped body – sort of stout looking – and a short tail with a tuft of fur on the end. Like a lion tail but much shorter. These creatures have soft looking fur all over them that’s fluffier on the head and torso and shorter on the legs and tail (before the tuft). I’m fascinated and want to get closer but i have no idea what these animals are or what their temperament might be. I walk out further into the yard and realize there are hundreds of these things spread out over the yard in little groups of three to five. Some are smaller and i guess those are children. They move a lot like rabbits. Kind of a hop hop walk motion. I decide to go around to the back yard and go back inside. In the back yard there are more of these creatures and some regular rabbits. Then Hazel is there with me and the man who owns the house comes out the back door and is yelling at me because Hazel broke through the door (like that’s MY fault??). I tell him that Hazel is smart enough to go out the doggy door in the front of the house and run around to get to me and i don’t know why he’s mad at me because she’s not my dog anyways. He and his son board up the door with some plywood but while they’re doing that Hazel busts through it again. I’m wondering what’s going on with her because i know without a doubt that she knows to go through the dog door and go around. Then the man and his son are bringing out some kind of blow-up pond that was in the room that the door leads into. He’s really mad at me because the room has to be completely dismantled and it’s going to be a lot of work. I get a vision of what the room was. It was decorated like a pond in the woods and had butterflies and frogs and all kinds of stuff you’d see at a pond. Tiger lily’s and pitcher plants. Pretty cool but very dusty and worn. The son tells the dad that maybe it’s a good thing to take it all down so it can be cleaned up and restored to what it’s supposed to be. While that’s going on, one of the funny creatures has gotten close to me and i can’t resist petting it. It’s got little square white chiclet teeth like a human child and the corner of one tooth nicks my finger. It doesn’t draw blood but i wonder if i should worry about rabies. I make a conscious decision to “wait and see” even though it would mean dying of rabies but i really don’t want anybody to hurt the little creatures on my account. I feel fairy certain i won’t get rabies.
Warning/reminding dream: I have to pee and i sit on the toilet and start to pee. As soon as i hear the sound of my pee hitting the waster i get upset because i remember i’m supposed to collect every bit for my 24 hour test and now i’m going to have to start over on another day.
*sigh* Today IS the 24 hour collect my pee day for creatinine clearance test. Such a pain in the ass.
Those creatures were very cute. I had the idea that they were some type of wombat and rabbit mixed.
The conspiracy theory was stupid. Why would a government let two parts of the same country kill each other like in the civil war just so the people wouldn’t notice government wiping out another race of people that many people wanted dead anyways? It didn’t make sense to me even in the dream. It’s been a long time since i read Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee and don‘t know what prompted it to bubble up from my unconscious. Maybe what's going on in Libya? America is all supportive of the underdogs now like we're all holy and special but we've got a lot of blood on our paws too. Unfair.
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