Contact us at: whispernthunder1@gmail.comThe Story of No Dreams
~Taina Amayi
My name is No Dreams, a Holy Woman who was,
and is no more.
A dream took my powers away, my Medicine thrown
upon a pile of dirt and bones.
I was left alone.
I dreamed, and I saw a trail of blood spreading to
the abyss of a future darkened by
missing women -
missing children -
missing men - if found, found dead.
lies told about us by the writers of false history.
They lied,
They lie still.
My sleep was like twilight, leaving me in the in between worlds of life and death.
I dreamed that I prayed, but no prayers arose.
I dreamed that I sang songs of healing,
but no song was sung.
A body lay next to me.
I reached out to see who it was,
but the body was a pile of stones -
marking the memories of the dead of my tribe.
It was a dream, only a dream, but my sadness and despair were too real.
I tried to awaken. This dream was too much for me to bear.
I continued to dream, unable to awaken; like the dead lying beneath a mountain of ages past.
I tried to breathe but all I could do was gasp, starving for air, slipping away, dying a slow, painful death as opened my eyes painfully, and slowly.
My dream had come to life. It had the claws of a bear that tore my chest open.
I was in pain, yet I could not cry.
The smell of blood reached my nose.
Once more I could breathe, but I wanted to die
I looked, and saw my people, men, women, children, lying in heaps upon the cold snow.
The smell of gun powder, smoke of fires violently stomped out while soldiers chased, and the people fell under hails of bullets striking their bodies without mercy...
I awakened at last.
All was silent.
I looked down, and my chest was bloody.
I was shot, but heard and felt nothing but a strange, wet warmth where a coward had shot me in my sleep.
I crawled from my hogan, and saw my people -
dead, dying, some reaching out to me before their last breath took them away.
My people were gone.
My eyes closed again.
This time I did not dream.
My name was changed as I died.
On the road to the Spirit World I looked, and saw my people walking toward the Sacred Fire.
Our ancestors turned around, and smiled
Welcome home, they said.
One looked at me and asked me what my name is.
I looked at my ancestor, and replied:
My name is No Dreams, a Holy Woman, who was, and is no more.