I appreciate it but like I said I always have weird dreams and I just kind of have to go with the flow.

I dreamed once that there was a curse on my heart and that I had found a holy man, a wakan man, who could heal the sickness in me. And I’m Lakota, wakan just means set apart or holy.

So the wakan man arranges this path for me to walk in my mom’s backyard and on each side of the path are my relatives and as I passed them they turned into bears.

Finally at the end of the path I stood there and the holy men made some motions and said some words that I can’t repeat and then all of my family came together in their bear forms and fell upon me.

And I died.

And I was being escorted into the Afterlife by an amorphous psychopomp figure, and I noticed I had just come out of the door and this door was a wooden door with four glass panes in it and hanging from the four glass panes on the outside were three round Stones about an inch and a half in diameter wrapped in twine in a triangular formation with each of the stones touching each other.

I asked the psychopomp what those three stones meant, and it told me that those three stones were the sign of an accursed death.

Then we wandered off into the Afterlife and I woke up.