Miaren Crow's Daughter's Friends

Prophetic Root Dream
I went to bed last night rather depressed. Been crying all day over what my kids have done (disowned me over the years with my youngest doing it just last month. Gotta love parent estrangement.) - probably PMS - but anyway this bled into my dream. And in my dream I was at a gathering, maybe a powwow. I don't dream of these things often. The last couple of times I dreamed about them their meanings were rather epic, and I'm still waiting for 1/2 of the first to come true.

So I'm standing there in this grass area, coulda been anywhere, a park a yard, etc. And I'm in tears. And the chief asked me why I was so sad. And I told him, I have no children anymore. I'd fought so hard for the first and that was how I earned my name, and I've just been stripped of being a mother.

He had a small projectile in his hand. I took it for a spear, but it was the length of my arm so it was more like a fat arrow. It was plain, and he talked to me about how he was going to fix it up. It was his arrow, he had just gotten it, and he had plans for it.

It was an interesting conversation at the time. And then I went back to being sad again, and walked into the field. There were a lot of people around, and they all seemed to be walking across but I barely notice. From how I stood on the field, they were walking from right to left. There was wall that one had to walk by on the edge of this green field. I stopped by it.

I knew it was an honor wall. It was glossy but not nearly as tall as the Vietnam Memorial. The marble was more of a brownish hue than black. But still beautiful. I'd say that it was probably a little above my waist. So... 3 feet tall or so. Maybe 4. And the front was cut at an angle so that it was almost triangle shaped. I remember the shine of the sunshine off of the polish.

It's important to note here that no one was dressed in cloth. All wore leather. I have no idea what I was wearing, but I have the impression that my hair was bound in twin braids.

The bulk of the powwow was happening beyond the wall, and I was going to go join. Maybe dance. But the chief came from nowhere, he stopped me by touching my right arm. He handed me his arrow spear, which was now highly decorated. I know this much: that is a time marker, the length of time it took for him to start with nothing and create this wonderful thing.

He said he was going to give it to me - at the time I figured he was doing it to cheer me up.

The shaft was wrapped in tanned leather on the ends. The flint tip was also wrapped. The middle was wrapped in pale sinew, but tightly so that it was almost like paper. There were two long brown feathers tied to the tip hanging from leather strips. I do not know what kind of feathers they were. They were most likely tail feathers, though. They were very thin and long.

There were other feathers at the end but they were just fluffy ambiance.

There was no beadwork, I note. The leather made the patterns; criss-crossing and going up and down like an intricate almost Celtic arrangement of knotwork.

So many paths to that leather.

The middle, the pale part, had black scribbling on it. As I took the spear arrow into my hand I knew it was names. They looked as though they had been written in felt; they were very dark. yet at the same time I knew they also appeared as scribbles. I wondered why they were there. It seemed odd to me, that names would be written on an arrow spear. Especially considering it was a cousin's arrow spear.

He said something about that, but I can't remember what it was. It wasn't too informative. And he walked away. I had been passed this arrow spear.

End of dream.

On a mundane sense of it, I was driving today and noticed there was an honor wall located near to my new home. in Oberlin Louisiana. My husband and I tried to find it but the rain made it impossible to drive much less. So I looked on the internet and found mention of it, nothing more.

But it's dedicated to a WWII batch of fallen heroes. Or at least part of it. It's a small memorial.

At least one was from the 32D Red Arrow Infantry Division.

*Johnson, Leroy
Sergeant, U.S. Army
Company K, 126TH Infantry Regiment, 32D Infantry Division
Death: 15 December 1944.
Status: KIA.
Place and date: Near Limon, Leyte, Philippine Islands, 15 December 1944.
Entered service at: Oakdale, Louisiana.
Birth: 6 December 1919, Caney Creek, Louisiana.
War Department, General Orders No. 83, October 2, 1945.

The website said, "He had previously been awarded the Silver Star for his gallantry near Sanananda, during the Papuan Campaign. He is interred at the Manila American Cemetery in Manila, the Philippines. A bronze memorial plaque in his honor was mounted on the wall of the Oberlin, Louisiana, courthouse. In 1947, the New Orleans Army Air Base, on the south shore of Lake Pontchartrain, was renamed Camp Leroy Johnson in his honor. Unfortunately little remains of the camp today. Most of the site is now occupied by the University of New Orleans; however, a U.S. Army Reserve Center on part of the former camp is located on Leroy Johnson Drive."

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