an inventory hmmm.... could be .... but this wasnt my life ....i have had two dreams like this one about the 2nd world war - which was just a short part about being chased across railway tracks and knowing if i was caught i would die..... maybe this relates to when i was attacked - could be i guess..

the other one is of a country i have never been in - yet i think i could find the forest paths to the open plane where my mothers partner died - i can see the faces of all the people involved

in my dream my mother was raped and made pregnant - but the women found out what this man was doing and when he came again to her - they were all there cleaning skins with sharp shiny knives - he never came to her again - but she died in child birth - me

I was a wild child always running off - no one really wanted me i was always getting dirty rollin in the earth and splashing in the water - nature was my friend the trees my brothers tall and strong

one day i was picking berries and a bear lumbered out of the woods nearby - some of my group saw it and ran to help but knew they would never get to me in time - i turned and saw the great bear but i wasnt afraid and i offered it berries i had in my hand and it ate from it and then after it had eaten it went back into the forest never harming me - this made the men afraid of me - but i can still feel the warmth of the bears breath on my hands and his rough tongue as he ate the berries

it goes on to when someone took me in - when someone took the time to know me and love me and wanted to marry me - but the man who raped my mother spread lies about me and he and a friend killed me - i can still see that... he called me a dog..

I saw my loved one search for me - he was so close - but he didnt see me in the bushes - and gradually my bones returned to the earth and my dream ended...