grateful for everything

last night i dreamed i was an American Indian,
no, I didn't have pizza before i went to bed..
i was an Oglala Sioux living in the Dakotas,
it was in the early 1800's and no white man had found us yet,
my wife was named Little Bird,
she was my real life wife with a darker complexion,
my son's name was He Who Runs Fast..
just like my real life son.. (4.5 40)
in this dream we were dancing around a fire,
it was a ritual of thanksgiving
the drums were beautiful and deep,
we were singing, chanting..
the entire tribe was happy and the night was beautiful..
Buffalo hides were stretched out on poles,
there was no fear in the dream,
no anxiety,
there was a gratefulness for everything..

wkm
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