March 24, 2018
I woke up at the point when the medicine man stood up. He was glowing gold with rays extending and dancing effortlessly. His cheeks were blood red and his chest was pleated with armor. The land turned into a blanket of cinnamon sticks. All those around me started bowing down and repeating something in a language that sounds like ocean vibrations. I kissed the cinnamon earth and said, "We are one."
"Even in the nights I have unpleasant dreams, I am thankful. I get to feel, taste, smell, see, and hear. I have super strength and endurance. It's when my mind is void of these phenomena, when I wake up and remember nothing but a black abyss...those I consider nightmares."