This morning, my son woke me up because I have to drop him off at his job early in the morning. We were both a bit tired and out of it. I told him to feed the dog and he just sat there looking at me. I repeated it but he continued to look at me. I became annoyed because he wasn’t moving, so I moved closer. Long story short, I went outside and had a cigarette to cool off before the situation escalated.
I came back inside and he had fed the dog and we left. We stopped at a store on the way. While he was inside I noticed an Indian head on the door that said Seneca. It caught my attention for 2 reasons. First, someone had offered for me to try an American Spirit the day before and I declined because it was menthol. The second reason was because I knew an older woman in my childhood who had the last name “Seneca.” She explained that it was the name of her tribe. I don’t have particularly fond memories of this person.
My son got back in the car and I told him about Seneca. After that, he told me he had an odd dream last night. He was somewhere and he wanted to get back home. He had a way of getting there because he could blow a whistle and an eagle would come to pick him up. The problem was that he couldn’t do it around people because for whatever reason people couldn’t know about the eagle. So he basically tried to find an isolated place where he could blow this whistle.
So he was running around all over the place trying to find a quiet place, but he could not. Everywhere he went there seemed to be chaos. At one point he came across and Indian tribe. They were friendly and gave him a gold key that was supposed to do something. Somehow something he said offended them, so they wanted the key back and he gave it to them. They were still angry and they sent a warrior after him. He tried to avoid it, but ended up having to fight this warrior. For whatever reason, the warrior let it go and my son kept running.
From there, he came across a woman who knew me, but did not know him. She was very friendly and wanted to be helpful. The problem was that she was trying to force him to take her help when he already knew what he had to do. She ended up trying to keep him hostage to help him. He didn’t want to hurt her because her heart was sincere and she knew his father. He managed to escape and began running again.
He ended up in a warzone with chaos everywhere. While there, he heard the roar of some massive and terrifying beast and everyone on the field was afraid. So he ran again, as did many others who were on the field. Finally found a quiet place. He blew the whistle and the eagle came. Then he woke up.
The song, Solsbury Hill, often reminds me of the longing to leave everything behind and be free of this world.
Take me home
Holy Ghost
To the place
I belong
With the Father
With the Son
With the Holy Ghost
I came back inside and he had fed the dog and we left. We stopped at a store on the way. While he was inside I noticed an Indian head on the door that said Seneca. It caught my attention for 2 reasons. First, someone had offered for me to try an American Spirit the day before and I declined because it was menthol. The second reason was because I knew an older woman in my childhood who had the last name “Seneca.” She explained that it was the name of her tribe. I don’t have particularly fond memories of this person.
My son got back in the car and I told him about Seneca. After that, he told me he had an odd dream last night. He was somewhere and he wanted to get back home. He had a way of getting there because he could blow a whistle and an eagle would come to pick him up. The problem was that he couldn’t do it around people because for whatever reason people couldn’t know about the eagle. So he basically tried to find an isolated place where he could blow this whistle.
So he was running around all over the place trying to find a quiet place, but he could not. Everywhere he went there seemed to be chaos. At one point he came across and Indian tribe. They were friendly and gave him a gold key that was supposed to do something. Somehow something he said offended them, so they wanted the key back and he gave it to them. They were still angry and they sent a warrior after him. He tried to avoid it, but ended up having to fight this warrior. For whatever reason, the warrior let it go and my son kept running.
From there, he came across a woman who knew me, but did not know him. She was very friendly and wanted to be helpful. The problem was that she was trying to force him to take her help when he already knew what he had to do. She ended up trying to keep him hostage to help him. He didn’t want to hurt her because her heart was sincere and she knew his father. He managed to escape and began running again.
He ended up in a warzone with chaos everywhere. While there, he heard the roar of some massive and terrifying beast and everyone on the field was afraid. So he ran again, as did many others who were on the field. Finally found a quiet place. He blew the whistle and the eagle came. Then he woke up.
The song, Solsbury Hill, often reminds me of the longing to leave everything behind and be free of this world.
Take me home
Holy Ghost
To the place
I belong
With the Father
With the Son
With the Holy Ghost
