Dream About Native American Artifacts And Dictator Torture

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I was supposed to order some clothing from my nonprofit organization. I didn't have the items, so I called the apparel vendor on the phone and was attempting to order with him. I figured out we hadn't ordered yet. I went through everything and placed an order over the phone. When I hung up the vendor representative that we have worked with for years was sitting in my living room she's been there since 4 o'clock. She heard the entire conversation so I apologized and she got up from the chair in the living room and came into the dining room. She had her daughter with her and then she's explaining why the order wasn't processed. Her daughter has special needs. She wasn't sure if the daughter was possessed demons or gifted. I was nice to the daughter and I just tried to be extra kind to the daughter I had some challenges. We went downstairs to the basement and there was all kinds of Native American artifacts and things like that in the basement. The mom and daughter were hungry. There was a stuffed eagle downstairs and the eagle appear to be dead. We took the eagle, skinned it and cook the meat like chicken. We kept the feathers, head and claws. One of the neighbors came over and realize that we had desecrated a holy object for the Native Americans and he was really upset about that. We didn't know what to do, so we thought he should pray on Native American land and an exchange for him helping us he could pick one of the artifacts to have himself. He picked out a bear skin. Then as we talked more and more, we discovered he was part Native American and he belonged to a certain tribe. At that point, I had a little more acceptance from the neighbor because I also had a little Native American Indian blood in me. I was with my twin or with my brother and we're on this bridge at night. We had to get through this dictatorship property in order to continue on. It felt like we were 3 or 4 stories above the ground. The building was similar to a hotel. The dictator came out almost like the wizard in the movie The Wizard of Oz. He questioned us to see if we're going to let us pass throught the territory or not. At some point, he started torturing us. He took my left hand and started to cut between my fingers with a saw. It was a circular saw. He cut about a half inch through my hand, rhere was blood everywhere. He wanted me to cut through my own left hand using my right hand. He wanted me to use the circular saw and I wouldn't do it. Two Doberman dogs appeared and they were very intimidating. The dictator put us in some type of jail cell. in the jail I'm not sure if it was in the ground but it looked like one of those jail cell the Vietnam prisoners of war were kept in. Then we would get out and we can work everyday. Eventually the dogs became friendly with us and they realize that we had Native American Indian blood in us. at one point the dogs actually would follow our commands. If the dictator was there they would act as if they were still mean and enforce the rules with us.