Dreams

My dreams have felt like open windows to the presence of lifetimes of my soul. 

Last night, i dreamt of being in a group of people and being awarded a prominent Medal of Honor.

i did not want to be happy for something so superficial, yet i couldn’t help but become excited for what It meant.  

in the same night, i dreamt i was captive on a ship. I was second to a great chief and our kidnappers had us at the doorstep of war against our own people.  

Did we give our people away? Or did we set our kidnappers up? I remember the chief pointing and stepping off the ship ready for whatever fate awaited once our capturers seen the indigenous army afoot.