I Danced Upon My Grave: A Soul's Journey Back to the Past Wicasu Owstanna Kin OhinnyanKiksayapi kta ce

After completing high school, I left my broken family life in Studio City, CA, and went to the sanctuary of the mystical redwood forests in Humboldt County, CA. Though I've had the gift to lucidly dream since I was a child, this was the first time I began dreaming of a Plains Indian culture and lifetime I knew nothing about. Warriors, chiefs, grizzlies, and even star people demanded I pay attention to what they were showing me. I'd wake up in the morning and make drums, dresses, moccasins and hides the way I had been shown in my sleep. Tragically, this happy life became devastating, when I witnessed again in my dream state, the brutal murder of women and children that I had loved with all my heart - perish by the hands of the US government in 1876. Soon after the dreams of the genocide ended, a man I did not know began coming to me in my dreams as well - though I was married to another. As time progressed our love in Spirit became Divine, leaving me hysterically crying every time we had to split apart -- in order to wake up in the morning. He filled my heart and soul with so much love, I felt as if I'd burst inside when in his presence. Then, this mysterious man, after three years together in my dreams, walked into my waking life for real, changing my life forever. This is our story.