for a while now, i've been having complex dreams which i subsequently could not recall; but last night might be the weirdest of all

i was in a park
or
some place
naturally
beautiful

i was
on a blanket
i was
talking to a little girl
telling her a story, i think
but having a conversation too
to get a sense of what she wanted, in a story

what was coming out, it didn't make much sense to me
and i can't remember anything that was said in this process

then
i stepped away from the girl on her blanket
i looked down at the ground, and sort of concentrated
and big pages started to appear, like
maybe 2' x 2'
and
right there in front of my eyes
they were binding themselves up
creating this enormous book
children's book


then from there i got up and walked over to
what seemed like kind of a sacred spot in the park
so maybe it wasn't a park because i don't think parks
have sacred ground

anyway

when i got there i knelt
and
next to me
was an indian
i don't know
was he an actual man
was he a spirit man
but
i did know him

tell my ancestors i love them
i'm sorry i'm so pale
it might give me privilege, but it isn't wanted
i hope i bring honor

he might have said something
i can't remember